LITTLE ONE ~ NARRY

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"My sweet boy, have you eaten already?" Maura asked as she watched her little boy put on some brown smugly fitted pants and a white, loose cotton shirt over his small body.

"Mummy, I had an apple." Niall shrugged and pulled on his riding boots. "So do you know how Miss Mary knew my shoe size and why she deliver these clothes to me?"

"Well, as the new stable boy, you ought to dress properly." Maura hummed as she made a little snack for her little boy. "Eat this as well, darling. You are fading out."

"But I am not hungry." Ever since Niall's older brother Gregg passed, they had struggled with money and Maura couldn't afford a decent amount of food, which had made Niall go skinny as a twig. And even now, when they are gifted with free food for working for Styles family, Niall can't stretch his tummy enough.

"I am just worried for you, my petal!" Maura said as she tied her apron around her waste and combed her hair with a simple wooden brush. She skipped closer to her son and combed his hair in to a slight quiff. Niall protested, but in the end gave in and let his mum take care of him, because, truly, he was her light.

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With slow steps, Niall entered the stables. They were so big and specious, that Niall's little head got dizzy while he spun around to see it all. He had never seen such luxurious stables.

"Good morning, little one." A shiver went down Niall's spine as he heard the husky voice of his master. With slow movement he turned around and saw his master on a beautiful black stallion. Mr. Styles was wearing very tight riding pants and a light grey cotton shirt that was completely opened. His chest was muscular and it made Niall turn around. I shall not look at another man like that. I shall not have thoughts as sinful as I am having.

"Good morning, Mr. Styles." There it was. Mr. Styles. It felt so grant to hear a lad so pure as Niall, address him so properly. It made Harry grip the cantle of his saddle so rough that his knuckles went white. "Follow me, boy."

Niall heard the bray of Spirit and turned around in a gust. He behold a sight so angelic that he thought that he was dreaming. The horse had already started to trot towards the exit to the paddock. The thin fabrics of Mr. Styles shirt didn't do it's supposed job at covering ones body. Because few rays of sun that broke through the cracked ceiling of the stable, shone on it and made it see through. Niall reddened at the sight of Mr. Styles muscles flexing underneath the thin material. He was frozen and unable to move until he saw Mr. Styles throw his head back and let his luscious curls fly around.

"Are you coming, boy?" Harry smirked as he eyed the shy boy. He saw the redness of his cheeks and he saw how tight his pants had become. It was sinful of him to look at a young boys private parts. But he was a sinful man.

Niall shook his head and tried to move his body, but before he could. He saw Mr. Styles turning around Spirit by tugging the straps of a bridle. Spirit neight as he turned around it's master towards Niall.

"Words, little one. Use your words." Harry shook his head. He is such a little lamb. So pure and so innocent.

"I am sorry, Mr. Styles." Niall mumbled as he started to walk in a fast pace and managed to bring himself next to Spirit and Mr. Styles. "I am ready to take in your orders."

"Touch Spirits mane. Stroke it gently, make him feel that you are a friend to him." Harry said in a low, but friendly tone. He watched as Niall's small hand touched the soft hair of his beloved horse. And first in his life, Harry was jealous of a animal. Because he got the pleasure of being touched by such a divine being, but Harry, himself, couldn't allow himself to touch someone so much younger than himself.