The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

.05

»Some Nights - Fun.«

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I didn't give Harry any problems during breakfast. We both were fully clothed now. I was in a white t-shirt and black jeans. He was wearing a plaid button-down and black jeans as well. He looked so laid-back. I honestly expected him to be dressed in fancy clothes; we were in a mansion after all.

Even though Indie made us food last night, we were served by some lad in a suit. I shouldn't be surprised. Why would a rich guy cook his own food when he can pay someone to do it for him.

I watched as the man placed a cup of tea in front of Harry and then he came over to me. He asked what I wanted and I told him that coffee would do just fine.

I continued to eat my breakfast as Harry stared me down. It was making me feel uncomfortable just like when he was just staring at me last night. I was starting to think that he enjoyed making me feel uncomfortable.

"Didn't your parents teach you it's not polite to stare?" I asked quietly.

Harry chuckled and took a sip of his tea. He set the cup down and looked down at his mostly empty plate.

"Sorry," he said quietly.

Did I hear that right? Did he actually apologize to me?

"I can't help it..." he added before standing up.

I watched him walk over to me. He gently stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand and sighed. I didn't move away from his hand; I let him touch my face. He was staring into my eyes now and I felt like I couldn't move. And the moment he took his hand away and stopped staring, I relaxed.

"We're going to a party tonight, blue-eyes..."

Harry trailed his index finger along my shoulder, the back of my neck and along my other shoulder as he walked around me.

"M-my name is Niall...not blue-eyes..." I told him.

He let out a soft laugh then placed his hands on either of my shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

"Can't you just let me have my fun?" he squeezed my shoulders again, "I guess you're right. I should call you by your birth-given name. Besides, Niall suits you very well..."

He let go of my shoulders just as his waiter or butler came back with my coffee.

"Make sure he finishes his food, Mr. Carson. Then bring him to the wardrobe. Can't have him not looking top shape at the party tonight."

Then Harry was gone and I was stuck with Mr. Carson. He looked to be about in his late thirties maybe early forties. I expected Mr. Carson to at least sit down as I finished eating, but he didn't. He just watched me.

"So, Mr. Horan..." Mr. Carson began.

Mr. Horan? Why was he addressing me like that?

"You can call me Niall."

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Mr. Horan. Mr. Styles has told us and the rest of his staff to address his...visitors...by Mister or Miss. For example, you're Mr. Horan and Mr. Styles' lady friend is Miss Malikford. That's how it's supposed to be. Now hurry up. Mr. Styles isn't one for having patience."

He walked away from me and began to pick up Harry's dirty dishes. I ate the rest of my food and stood up with my plate. The least I could do was help him.

"Let me take those, Mr. Horan," he said, trying to take my dishes from me.

"No. Let me help, Mr. Carson."