((Niall Harris continued from Wined and Dined ))

Jake was a decent kid, and a decent linebacker, when Coach let him play, but it was painfully clear how desperate he was to impress the upperclassmen on the team, what with all the compliments, and the eager invitations to this party, extended it ...

Niall studied his reaction. Brick wall though Finn was, this wall had windows. Small windows, high up, and often boarded shut, but there nonetheless. Not unlike Niall himself. Niall wondered how many people ever truly saw through that frosted glass. He couldn't ever tell exactly what Finn was ...

At the mention of Marcy’s family, Niall let his smile slip, just a little, just enough to fit another mouthful of pasta through and close up tight, expression neutral now, mouth moving only to chew. He regarded Finn thoughtfully as he ate, thinking through what to say, what advice to give. He wanted ...

Niall carried his bowl over to the table, hot porcelain pressed against his palms, and placed it on his placemat. There was always a sadness to the end of anticipation, and to stave that sadness off Niall sat, for a moment, swishing the wine clockwise around his glass and savouring the sight, the ...

Out in the garden, Niall was leant, back against the wall, angled ever-so-slightly, like a clock's hand a minute to midnight. It was a simple notification on his phone that had driven him outside. A simple Instagram video, just seconds long, that had sent him teeth-clenched into the cold, mouth ...

Niall nodded and returned the chardonnay to the refrigerator. If he’d have had to have guessed which wine Finn would choose, Niall would have guessed correctly; Finn’s partner was proof enough of how much he valued contrast. Marcy and Finn were the platonic ideal of the axiom “opposites attract ...

Niall pursed his lips as Finn recounted Marcy’s birthday. Niall would always ask about Marcy, ask about their relationship, but he never really enjoyed the answer. He did his best to feign interest, regardless, or at least to disguise disinterest. Niall wanted Finn to be happy, and he wanted Finn to ...

Niall registered the distraction in the girls’ voices before he had taken notice of the footsteps, and was, briefly, bemused, eyebrow slightly raised, head slightly tilted, until two stomps struck the floor behind him, thunder-thump, thunder-thump, heralding the coming of the host. Niall turned his ...

"Great minds, and all that." Niall gestured at Sylvie's own bow with a polite smile.

Stella's fellow cheerleader seemed none the wiser as to her whereabouts, but she seemed willing to have a glass of champagne, so Niall figured he'd stick around to see in the New Year together. Some of the others ...

A black bow tie on a crisp white shirt. A bottle of champagne in a sea of solo cups. A silver watch, one hand lapping the other as they raced towards the finish line, raced towards a new hour, a new day, a new year. Niall weaved his winding way between couples and cliques, dancers and drinkers and ...

No sooner had they entered the kitchen than Finn got to work assembling a small armoury of pots and pans and knives and bowls. Niall smiled behind his back. His mother had always said this was as much Finn’s house as theirs, that he was always welcome, and watching his best friend rummage through ...

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Fred would go to college, drop out, get out of shape as his metabolism slowed down, sometimes open instagram and stare at his old friend's new lives and almost reach out but close the app and crack open a beer and watch the sunset ...

Niall picked his gramophone off one of his bookshelves and thumbed through the shelf above for a few records to play over dinner. You ate with your ears as much as your eyes, after all, and Niall didn’t like to do things by halves. Softly closing the bedroom door behind him, Niall carried the record ...

Niall’s head rested pensive, chin on the knuckles of his left hand, watching the other dance. His right hand, cradling the pen in a gentle thumb-and-finger embrace, waltzed left-right, left-right, left-right across the page in neat, cursive movements, its dance partner leaving a fine blue-black line ...

Thanks volt, should be all up to scratch now!