His Property

His Property

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"Why do you stay?" Harry asked, a frown playing on his lips. I shook my head. "I-I'm his." I sounded pretty stupid but it was true. I was Nialls. I was just a piece of property and that's what I'll ever be; property, his property.
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"Harry?" I asked. His eyes barely opened before he closed them again. "Niall," his voice was so soft and drifted. I cried again, just happy to hear him talking. He was awake now. "Harry, Harry I'm here." I informed him. "Niall?" He asked. "Yeah?" I held his hand tight, watching him take in a breath before he spoke two words that changed my life forever. "Marry me?"

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