You Are The Only Thing On My Christmas List [Narry]
Summary: Niall’s face splits in two in a wide teasing grin and Harry tries to yank his hand away, spitting, “Unbelievable,” but Niall just laughs, throwing his head back before he folds himself on the table top and traps Harry’s hand under his arms. It’s not the worst fate imaginable.
Or the one where Niall is the only thing Harry really wants for Christmas.[ao3]
“And with that being said,” Harry calls loudly, finishing
his scrawl over the blackboard before clapping his hands to shake off
the excess chalk dust. “The fact that Mala Ramchandin does not speak is
both a form of protest against her father’s abuse as well as a step
toward self-dehumanization in the hopes that it will exclude her from
Harry turns around and, well, he’d
had at least half of the class’s attention up to this point, some of
them partially interested in what he’d had to say, but now, they’re all
completely gone, captivated by something to his left, their right. So
Harry turns and, he’s not exactly surprised.
Harold, right on.” It’s Niall, one of the school’s new gym teachers and
arguably the hottest new bachelor in the building, usurping Harry’s
cushy spot as number four on the list where he was sitting pretty under
two other gym teachers, a drama teacher, and one of the vice principals.
But all of this is according to the chatty cafeteria ladies; Harry, of
course, firmly disagrees.