You're My Everlasting Light- A Narry Storan Fanfiction

Chapter 6

You’re My Everlasting Light

Chapter 6

‘Swagger Jagger’

After Niall and Harry had ‘baked some fucking cookies’, as Niall put it so sweetly, they realized they knew exactly what would cheer them each up.

And that was some clubbing.

The next morning, Niall said goodbye to Harry, and left for work.

Nothing happened interesting there, and Niall guessed nothing ever would if Harry didn’t show up to get his cookie, and that day, he didn’t.

Niall’s shift finally ended, and he got the hell outta there. He drove his small car to Harry’s house, knocking quietly on the door.

“Is that Niall?” Harry’s soothing voice chimed.

“Yep.”

“Just come on in, then!”

Niall entered the large flat and smiled at Harry. He had a blue plaid button up shirt, with the first two buttons undone. He wore his usual skinny-ish jeans and dark blue converse. He smiled back at Niall, his teeth beaming white, like always.

“All dolled up, now are we?” Niall chirped, raising his eyebrows at Harry.

“Kind of… I don’t look that great, but…” Harry said with a chuckle.

“Trying to impress some birds then, yeah?” Niall joked.

“Yeah… something like that.” Harry said barely over a whisper, turning his head away from Niall slightly.

This made Niall’s heart sink. Impressing some birds… of course. Not like he was trying to impress him, what the hell was he thinking? Nothing. He and Harry had no chemistry. They were CLEARLY just friends.

Niall straightened himself up and attempted to suppress his anger, boiling in his veins and chest.

“Ready to go, Harold?” Niall smirked, tapping Harry on his full head of curls. “Yeah, for sure!” Harry answered simply, smiling back at him.

Harry and Niall took off in Harry’s car, going to a popular club called ‘The Funky Buddha.’ They had no clue what it was, but a bunch of celebrity’s went there, so it must have been cool.

The got out of the tiny car and entered the large club. The dance floor was lit with bright neon colors, and it reeked of sweat and beer, and… was that pot?

Niall and Harry turned to each other and laughed, they sprinted together to the large bar at the end of the club. Cher Lloyd began to blast throughout the club.

“Swagger Jagger, swagger jagger, you should get some of your own. Count your money, get your game up. Get your game up, getcha getcha game up.”

Niall laughed, loving this song. They each poured shots of vodka down their throats; Niall’s going down a lot easier than Harry’s.

“You can’t stop, lookin at me. Starin at me. Be what I be. You cant stop lookin at me, so get up out my face.”

Harry was already feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol, Niall almost unaffected.

“You can’t stop, clikin at me, writin bout me, tweetin bout me. I can’t stop, it’s what it’s gone be, my swaggers in check.”

Harry turned to Niall, grinning. “Skittle shots?” He asked over the blaring music. Niall smirked and nodded, turning back to the bar tender and asking for two.