Inquiries: Narry Drabble

a/n: So this is just something that popped into my head and I wrote it. Idk, I’ve been having a lot of narry feels recently.

They were alone again. It had become the norm for them now. The rest had their girlfriend’s to tend to, so “band bonding time” gradually became “Niall and Harry hangout time.” Not that it was necessarily a bad thing; it was just the way things were.

They were sitting in the living room of Niall’s house. Niall was at the edge of the sofa, pounding on the controller buttons, playing Fifa. Harry was propped up against his side, his legs stretched out over the length of the sofa; feet dangling over the arm rest.

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