Ghostly (Narry)

Chapter Two: The New Tenants

"Nice place guys," Louis cheers, dumping his box full of stuff on the floor before hopping up onto the counter and swinging his feet.

"Yeah," Harry struggles to speak as he and Liam carry the heavy couch into the room, "And thanks so much for your help mate," he adds sarcastically, noticing Louis lounging on the countertop.

Louis rolls his eyes and proceeds to get off of the counter, instead falling onto the couch when the other two boys set it down, "I did help H, I was just waiting for you lot to bring this beast up. Swear to God, most comfortable couch, ever."

Harry rolls his eyes, and Liam laughs, saying, "You can thank my mum for that one."

"Will do," Louis replies with a cheeky grin, "Now, how about a break? Got any snacks?"

"Louis we just started," Harry groans, "and you've only helped carry up one box."

"It's not my fault you had me up at the asscrack of dawn to help out," Louis crosses his arms over one another, pouting, "I'm hungry."

"Not my fault that you chose ten extra minutes of sleep over breakfast," Harry retorted.

"Let's stop bickering shall we?" Liam interrupted Louis' response, "We'll get some food after we bring everything up, then we'll come back and unpack, sound good?"

Louis huffed in response but kept quiet. Instead, he rose from his spot on the couch and dramatically stomped in the direction of the door.

"Let's hurry the fuck up then," he grumbled as he pulled the door open, not caring if the other two were following him or not.

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Niall's usual morning routine of walking aimlessly through the different rooms of his old apartment and singing softly to himself was interrupted that morning by the new tenants moving in.

He had heard the lock turn on the door and he quickly moved to Zayn's old room to hide, momentarily forgetting that the people walking through the door couldn't see him.

Niall could make out three different voices, all making sounds of approval. Niall tentatively stuck his head through the wall of Zayn's room to look at the visitors. Three boys stood on the other side of the wall, all of varying sizes. One was tall and lanky, one was average size and muscular, while the last was a bit shorter and more petite than the other two.

"I can't believe you signed a lease without looking at the apartment in person," a boy with feathery brown hair and blue eyes said. He was shorter than the other two boys, but his personality seemed bigger than both.

"The landlord couldn't show it," the bulkier boy said, "Don't know why."

"Still," the tiniest boy continued, "Could be like, haunted or some shit."

"Well, it's not, so piss off Louis. This is supposed to be a good day. We're finally away from all that shit back home," the third boy speaks up now. Niall finds him the most intriguing with his curly brown hair and jade green eyes.

"Yeah, you're right," Louis hangs his head in shame, "Sorry Harry."

Harry, the name suits him.

"We should start bringing some stuff up," the boy that Niall has yet to learn his name says, "We don't have the truck all day."

Niall slowly came out from Zayn's room – well, Liam's new room (Niall had finally overheard his name when Louis was trying to get him on his side of his next fight with Harry; where to put the entertainment stand) – to watch the three of them move in and interact. He learned that Louis was the funniest and Niall thought that if he and Zayn had met Louis before the current circumstances, they would have all been great friends.