Letters From The Enemy - Prologue
Pairing: Niall/Harry - Narry.
Summary: One day Niall gets an unexpected surprise in the mail - a letter from Harry Styles. Why would Harry send him a letter? Harry had hated him in school, and the feeling was mutual.
Niall opened the front door and stepped out into the cold September air and shuddered before he made his way over to his mailbox and opened it, finding three letters. Two bills and one letter from - Harry Styles? What? No, that couldn’t be right. He turned the letter around again, waiting for the letters to magically transfer to someone else’s name, but they stayed the same.
No way would Harry freaking Styles be sending Niall letters. It didn’t make any sense. After mulling it over for a little bit and casting a few spells on it checking if there was any unpleasant spells attached to it he gave up and started opening it on his way inside. Fully opened he took the folded parchment out and spread it down at the table as he sat down, and started reading.
Dear Niall Horan
Horan, there are a lot of things I regret from my days in Hogwarts, how my friends and I treated you being one of them. Don’t get me wrong, you were a right git, but I know I gave you a lot of shit that really was uncalled for. Like the time my friends and I set fire to your bed, or when we put itching powder in your socks - or no, wait. The time we spelled your underwear to give you wedgies every time you thought bad of my friends and I. Good times!
Niall scoffed. No, not good times. Fucking Styles and his friends spelling his underwear to do that made him not being able to sit down right for a week. His ass had been on fire until he’d made Zayn give him a pair of boxers until he could go down to Hogsmeade and buy some new ones.
Well, I wasn’t going to talk about old days - sorry. I was just going to apologise and I hope you accept it. Thank you, Horan.
Sincerely, Harry Styles.
And that was it. Niall huffed and folded the letter again and threw his feet on the table folding his arms over his chest. Did Styles really mean that he was sorry? Well he was a right twat. Niall was not going to sit there and just forgive him that easily. It was probably just a trick anyways. Niall would bet money on the fact that Tomlinson had set him up to do this to prank him or something.
Niall got up and found a parchement and a quill to write back.