Oops & Hi. (Narry Storan fluff)

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thank y'all for 2k on my instagram @stylanhq! wrote this fluffy lil thing for you guys ily❤️
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"Niall, hurry up you wanker! All the seats are gonna be gone by the time you're done stuffing your face!" Louis bumps Niall's shoulder with his own as he buzzes by, en route to probably another rollercoaster.

Louis' voice is loud and a bit higher pitched than usual, but Niall attributes that to the thrill of the rides they just went on and the two bags of cotton candy he's already wolfed down.

(Liam had told him to stop after one bag, said he'd hurl if he had anymore- but Tommo likes do these kinds of things his own way.)

Niall stuffs the sticky blue remainder of his own bag into his mouth and grabs his snapback off the burning table, careful not to let his hand linger on the metal surface that's practically baking in the London summer sun.

"You heard him, Liam, but I dunno how you're gonna manage not puking after all that cheese," Niall says to the other boy at the table, who's mouth is stuffed full of his unsalted jumbo pretzel. (It's unsalted because apparently the salt makes his face puffy, and Liam's already insecure after Louis told him his new haircut makes him look like Paul Blart.)

Niall tugs the hat back on his sweaty head and uses the shade of the visor to look for Louis as Liam mumbles something about finding a trash can.

"Since when did I become you and Louis' maid?" He huffs, grabbing the empty cotton candy bags off the table along with his own trash.

Niall had sort of wanted to leave the bags there and see if they'd melt into the table and form some sort abstract art that Miss Teasdale was always going on about in class, but since he's busy searching for Louis, he doesn't protest as Liam throws away his would-be masterpiece. 

"Not my fault you're a regular Argus Filch, now c'mon- I've spotted him!" Niall says, throwing his drawstring bag over his shoulders. It's light on his back, seeing as it only contains his brand new phone, wallet, and a small stuffed flamingo that Liam had won for him at one of those ball-toss games.

It was only a mini, seeing as Liam had only managed to knock down two of his six cans, but Niall wasn't complaining after Liam had presented it to Niall with such pride, you'd have thought he was giving Niall the World Cup or summat.

"You've spotted him wha- Louis ran off??" Liam cries with a scandalized face, as though Louis running off was the worst news he could've possibly been presented with.

Well, for an eleven year old boy who's only desires were the new Fifa game, a kareoke machine, and to fulfill his mother's wishes of watching over his friends at Oakwood Amusement Park, Niall supposes it's ranked pretty high on Liam's list.

Niall also knows his third goal is pretty much unattainable, seeing as not even Principal Cowell can control a loose Tommo.

But Niall doesn't want to think about Principal Cow-bell or anyone else on the last day of summer. He just wants to enjoy his time at the amusement park with his best friends, who can also be bloody idiots at times.

"Yea, he's over at the Cyber Spin," Niall calls over his shoulder, having already started off in the direction of Louis' frantically waving arms, already in line for the spinning ride.

The ride looks full as Niall and Liam jog over, feet flying quickly across the cracked cement. Louis is already at the front of the line and could be having a seizure with the way he's flopping his arms around and gesturing for Niall and Liam to hurry.

"He's demented!" Liam huffs, red in the face as they reach the ride. Niall grins and mutters short apologies as the boys shove their young bodies in between the other people waiting in line.