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Until You're Mine || Nine || Narry/Lilo

Summary: Niall was lucky enough to be shown who his soul mate is. It was just a quick glimpse. But within one minute, Niall knew he had to do whatever it took to find the boy.

Word count: 2,849

Author’s Note: It's here. They meet. There will be only ONE more chapter after this.

Liam sat gingerly on Niall’s bed, curiously watching Niall pace back and forth over the messy floor. He stumbled over a stray shoe and kicked it away, eyes barely registering what he was looking at. Niall seemed to be in a weird mood and Liam could only come up with one rational explantation: Harry. The question that remained, was what had happened to put Niall in such a mood? He didn’t appear angry, hurt, or confused. Nor was he euphoric or like a giggly school girl. All Liam could do was wait for Niall to begin talking, explaining why he had called Liam to his house, and demanded that he come alone.

Louis had been in a right strop when he had heard that Niall only wanted Liam to come over. The two had been hanging out at Louis’, enjoying a peaceful afternoon together in a house sans children, trading lazy kisses and lingering touches. Niall had insisted that it was imperative that Liam come over right away and that he leave Louis behind. It was only when Liam had reminded Louis that they had done the same thing to Niall countless times when they wanted to be alone, that Louis calmed down and stopped considering that they exile Niall.

“I want you to be completely honest with me, Liam,” Niall said, finally breaking the silence that had fallen over them. He perched on the edge of his desk, looking at Liam with wide, trusting eyes.

Fidgeting, Liam had a feeling he knew what Niall was about to ask him. He wondered who had blabbed his secret, Louis or Eleanor? “Alright,” he said in a shaky voice. Would Niall be furious when he found out? Liam hoped so. Because the alternative was far too scary to think about. Liam could handle an angry Niall; Disappointment and hurt would be far too unbearable.

“I think you might know Harry, Li.” Niall scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I was, uh, messing about on Facebook, and I, uhm, found one of your friends. Zayn? Your cousin?” Laughing awkwardly, Niall’s cheeks began turning red. “I wasn’t trying to be a stalker... But I was started going through his friends list. I- I found a boy named Harry Styles and I- Well, I think he is my Harry.” Niall released a huff of air, looking like he had just ran a marathon.

Liam blinked. Niall wasn’t accusing him of knowing Harry. He didn’t know that Liam already knew that Zayn’s Harry was the same as Niall’s Harry. Liam didn’t know whether he should be ashamed or relieved. Or both. “Zayn?” he questioned in a hoarse voice. “Are you sure?”

Niall nodded eagerly. He was glad that Liam wasn’t laughing at him or making fun of him for becoming a Facebook Stalker. “I don’t blame you for not seeing it before, mate. Cos, c’mon, it’s a bit of a stretch, innit? Almost too insane to be real. But I’m sure of it. I looked at his pictures, saw a video of him singing. It’s my Harry!” Now that he was sure Liam wouldn’t make fun of him, Niall was quickly delving back into his excitement, almost vibrating with energy.

“Oh,” Liam said quietly. The need to confess to Niall was overwhelming him and was rising up like bile in his throat to choke him. He felt insanely guilty for keeping such a thing for Niall. And Liam didn’t even have a proper reason. His cover up of ‘being unsure’ about it being Niall’s Harry or not were flimsy and more lie than truth. Because Liam had been pretty sure that Zayn’s Harry was the same as Niall’s Harry. But for some unknown reason, Liam had kept that information to himself, and then had made Louis and Eleanor apart of his deceit. “Then why am I here?”

Smiling widely, Niall bounced over to Liam and tackled him onto the bed. “Because, you’re going to call Zayn and arrange an impromptu weekend in England, where I will be joining you. I will happen to meet Harry there! That way neither one of us is filled with expectations.”

“I don’t think you understand that meaning of impromptu, Ni,” Liam said, smiling fondly. If Louis were here, he would make a joke about Niall swallowing the dictionary. That reminded him... “Niall, why didn’t you want Louis to come with?”

Niall bit his lip. “Cos I was worried he would turn this into a joke. I know he’s been really supportive of this, but part of me...” Trailing off, Niall shrugged. “I didn’t want to risk it. I already thought you were going to make fun of me. I guess I just didn’t feel the need of having two people make fun of me at once.”

Now Liam really felt like shit. “While I call Zayn, I think you should call Louis. He wasn’t too happy about being left out.” He pulled out his mobile, still warring with himself about telling Niall. Maybe he was being an idiot for making such a big deal out of this. Niall wasn’t mad at him, nor did he think Liam had been keeping secrets for him. So why was Liam considering telling Niall when he was basically being given a get out of jail free card?

“Alright,” Niall agreed. “Don’t forget to tell him that you will be in town and just want a place to crash. If it’s okay with him, then I’ll go ahead and buy the plane tickets.” Niall had been up all last night working out every little detail of the plan. He had a bit of money saved up, money he had been planning to spend on a new guitar, but Niall knew there was no contest as to which was more important to him: a new guitar or Harry. It would alway be Harry. So combined with his money and his father’s frequent flier miles, Niall would have enough for four tickets to England for a small trip. The time allotted for the trip would not be nearly enough to spend with Harry, but it was all Niall could do at the moment. And a little time was better than no time at all.

After Niall set up his laptop with Liam’s Skype -Niall had realised that a phone call to England would be expensive and would most likely get Liam in trouble, he had come up with the idea of a Skype call- Niall stepped out into the hall to call Louis and make amends.

Liam was both pleased and nervous when he saw that Zayn was online. Would he be busy using Perrie’s precious free time? He took a chance and clicked the video call button, wincing as the ringing blared from the computer speakers. Did Niall always keep his volume this loud? Grumbling, Liam hastily turned the volume down, not wanting all of Niall’s neighbours hearing his conversation.

“Liam,” Zayn greeted cheerfully. He was sprawled out in a desk chair, a paint splattered shirt hanging sloppily on his wiry frame. “How’s it going?”

Trying not to laugh, because he definitely had caught Zayn in ‘Perrie Time’, Liam gave a shrug. “I’m over at Niall’s,” he said casually. “Perrie alright?”

Zayn grinned, unashamed. “She had to go, otherwise you and I would not be having this conversation. But yeah, Perrie’s good. Busy.” He adjusted his shirt, making it settle more naturally on his body, instead of looking haphazardly thrown on. “You’re at Niall’s? And talking with me?”

“He’s busy with Louis.” Liam ignored Zayn’s suggestive eyebrow waggling. He would never understand Zayn’s theory that Liam and Louis were both in love with Niall. That was absurd. “I actually had a question for you, mate. Niall, Louis, and I are going to be in England soon. We were hoping we could crash on your couch or something.”

“Oh, really?” Zayn sat up straighter in his chair, smiling widely at the camera. “What’s the occasion? I know mum would love to have you over! So that shouldn’t be a problem!” He fiddled with something on his desk, lips curving down as he frowned at whatever he was doing.

Liam tried to think of a reason that would justify their random trip to merry old London. He knew he couldn’t come right out and say they had secret motives for coming to visit Zayn, since Niall had made it clear he didn’t want there to be any expectations on Harry’s part, but Liam didn’t know how to explain it. “We just wanted to get out of Mullingar for a bit. Have a bit of an adventure before school starts back up.” That was the truth. Having Niall and Harry meet would be an adventure. Especially if Niall was right and Harry was the Harry he was searching for.

“When would you come?” Zayn held his phone up a little higher, eyes trained on the brightly lit screen. “If you come in two weeks, Perrie will be here. The girls have time off then. I’d love for you to meet her.”

“We don’t have a date set, yet.” At least, Liam didn’t think Niall had planned anything. “So, it’s getting serious then?” He gave Zayn a teasing smile. His cousin only introduced Liam to the girlfriends he was serious about. Something about waiting to make sure his girlfriends could handle the craziness that was his family. Liam was pleased that Zayn still thought him important enough to introduce. Given the distance between them, they weren’t as close as they had been when they were younger. Life, school, and other things had made Zayn and Liam drift apart, although, Liam knew nothing could ever come between blood. They make look nothing alike or even sound like they were related, Liam and Zayn shared the same blood through their mothers. And that had been something Liam had always cherished. For it had been Zayn who had gotten him through the times of being bullied. Louis and Niall had helped, but Zayn had been the one to encourage Liam to take up boxing to learn how to defend himself.

Zayn smiled, looking almost bashful. “As serious as it can get with her career taking off.” His eyes gleamed proudly. “They’re going on tour with Demi Lovato in America.” Zayn squinted, leaning closer to his computer, before grinning and looking away.

Before Liam could ask what Zayn was doing, two pairs of hands grabbed him and Louis’ voice was shouting “BOO” in his ear. Liam nearly jumped out of his skin, jerking forward and banging his knee on the desk. “Ouch,” he complained, hand pressed to his chest dramatically. He really should have seen this coming. Quietness in the Horan house was never a good sign, and Zayn had practically announced it by suddenly smiling like a fool with a secret.

“Gotcha,” Louis said, sounding far too pleased with himself. He settled his chin on Liam’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around Liam’s torso. “Niall told me that we’re going to ickle Zaynie’s. How does he feel about that?” Thankfully, Louis didn’t say that Niall wanted to go to England or why he wanted to go. Liam was pleased to discover that his boyfriend did know how to be discreet and how to keep a secret.

“Zaynie feels fine with that,” Zayn replied, not bothered in the least bit.

The three boys continued chatting about the trip, with Niall slipping in only to grab his guitar from the stand in the corner of his room. He waved once to Zayn, hurrying out of the room as quick as he had came in.

Not a second after Niall left, Harry entered Zayn’s room and plopped himself down on Zayn’s lap with a wide grin as he greeted Zayn’s friends.

Liam exchanged a quick look with Louis, his neck turning as he heard the door click shut softly behind them. That had been so close. If only Niall hadn’t been in such a hurry. Liam would have liked to see their faces as they saw each other in a truly accidental fashion. He would just have to wait for their trip to London.

~*~

Harry sat on Zayn’s bony knee, listening to the idle conversation of Liam and Louis with Zayn. Louis spoke a little too fast for Harry, but he understood most of Liam’s speech. He had an odd sensation in his chest, as if he was on the edge of something great. He was toeing the line of falling into the next part of his life. It was the strangest sensation and Harry was blown away by how sudden and overwhelming the feeling was.

He lost track of what Zayn was saying, lost in the lull of a tune he could hear in his mind. Harry swayed along, humming quietly to himself, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. His eyes were closed, causing him to miss the looks Louis and Liam exchanged, and making him not hear Zayn offering up a weak excuse for Harry.

~*~

Niall tuned his guitar, fiddling with the gears until the notes rang out perfectly once more, and he began strumming absently. As he lost himself in the music, Niall closed his eyes and let his fingers dance and play out a melody that lived in his mind. The notes wove together, telling the story of Harry in light tones of hope, and of deeper notes that conveyed his anxiety and fear.

This plan was a little crazy and Niall feared it wouldn’t work. What if Niall was wrong about going to meet Harry on the whim like this? Should he call Harry and see if Harry even wanted to meet him?

The tune of the melody shifted, turning more melancholy with just a hint of despair. His fingers were rougher and more sloppy as they strummed, losing himself in the fear of being wrong.

Then, without warning, Niall fell into his mind and found Harry.

~*~

“What’s wrong?”

Niall looked up, smiling at Harry when their eyes met. “Why do you-”

“I’m not stupid.” Harry’s tone softened the harsh words. “You’re playing your guitar aren’t you? I can hear it. I like it. But the melody changed and your mood dropped. What is it?”

Niall walked over and stood by Harry, looking up at him with wonderment. “How is this even possible?” Giving Harry no time to even think about answering, Niall continued on. “We were meant to find each other, weren’t we? I mean, I didn’t find you by accident. I’m not connected to you by accident. So there is a reason why, isn’t there?” Casting his eyes to the floor, Niall tried to think of how exactly he could express his fears without coming off as insecure or scared. Niall wasn’t trying to put himself down or anything like that. He just didn’t think things were going to be as simple as he hoped. Life didn’t work like that.

Harry’s brows came together in confusion. “What do you mean, Ni?” The nickname came so easily that Harry didn’t even notice.

Niall shrugged. “Are we going to meet one day? Do you even want to meet me? How would that even work? Are we just going to fall into each other’s arms like some stupid romantic comedy? Or will we be awkward?” A flood of questions swamped Niall’s mind and he gave a frustrated sigh. “Maybe I’m being stupid.”

Tilting Niall’s chin up with one finger, Harry smiled and shook his head. “You’re not being stupid. It’s okay to be nervous. We don’t exactly know the protocol for meeting your soulmate. I think when we do meet, we’ll just play it by ear. We already share dreams and feelings, I think when we get together in person, we’ll just... know.”

There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in Harry’s voice and it eased Niall’s fears. Harry’s arms opened and Niall automatically stepped into his embrace. He knew then that Harry was right. They were so in sync, that they knew what the other was thinking without any words having to be spoken. Niall was sure now that when they did meet, it would be as easy as breathing. They might not jump right into kissing and being boyfriends, because even knowing that they belonged together, didn’t mean they wouldn’t have to work a little. Besides, there was the whole Niall lived in Ireland and Harry in England thing.

Niall and Harry just stood together, holding on to one another, content to just be with each other and not talk. They didn’t need words to convey what they felt in that moment.

“Nialler?”

“Haz? Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Sighing in unison, Niall and Harry stepped back and gave a huff at the same time.

“That’s Lou,” Niall said quietly.

Harry frowned, a curious tugging on his navel telling him to pay attention. But to what? “Zayn’s probably knows what’s going on. But his cousin probably thinks I’ve gone mad if they’re still talking to each other.”

“Talk to you soon?”

Harry answered with a quick kiss before they both were pulled back to their own worlds.

~*~

Two weeks later.

Niall clutched the straps of his backpack, sticking to Liam’s side as if he were glued on. They were here in London, their airplane landing only 15 minutes ago. After they had managed to get off the plane in one piece, they had bypassed the luggage carousel, all four of them having only a carry on, and they had finally made it to where Zayn was going to be waiting for them.

He could scarcely breathe, knowing he was only minutes away from meeting Harry’s best friend. Zayn had said that Harry would be round for dinner, since he wanted to see Liam and Louis again. According to Niall’s watch, that meant he was only an hour and 22 minutes away from meeting Harry. His nerves were setting his whole body on a humming edge, seemingly setting his veins ablaze with manic energy. They were so close to meeting.

They met up with Zayn and Liam gave his cousin a quick hug, introducing Niall and Eleanor. They spent a few minutes chatting, then Zayn led them to his mother’s car, which was bigger than his own. He drove a bit fast for Niall’s taste, and seemed to pay more attention to what Liam was saying than he did to his driving. He mentioned that Perrie was also going to be at dinner, and that he was nervous.

Niall was more nervous.

When they arrived at Zayn’s, Niall felt like he was going to puke. He had seen this living room before and he felt he knew Zayn’s kitchen. Both rooms, Harry had contacted him via their weird mind link. Deja vu hit him and he stared unsteadily at places he was sure he could feel Harry in.

As Zayn’s mum shook his hand, Niall felt a rush of adrenaline hit him and he felt like he was running madly down a busy street. His lungs burned as if he was out of breath, and he only knew that he had to go, go, go. Faster. Faster. Faster.

“Niall?”

Unaware of all the attention on him, Niall brushed past Zayn’s mother and hurried towards the front door. He didn’t know why, but he had to be outside. Right now. Before he could reach the front door, the handle turned and it was flung open.

Inhaling sharply, Niall stared at the figure in the doorway, hands trembling, unable to breathe.

“Niall.” The one word from Harry shattered Niall’s frozen state and he lunged forward, Harry opening his arms at the exact moment Niall’s body collided with him.

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