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Title: Where The Hell is Niall's Shirt?
Summary: Niall can't find his shirt, Irial has something to say. NiallxIrial.
Niall woke up in his room. He was glad he didn't share a room with Irial anymore, even if the man offered to sleep in a different bed. Now that Niall was the Dark King, he got to make all the decisions around the house. He had his old bedroom, which meant Irial still slept in the official Dark King's room. Niall didn't care though. He got out of bed, wearing only black silk boxer shorts. He walked over to his closet and looked inside for the outfit he laid out last night. The trousers were there, and he put them on. His shirt, though, was missing. Sighing, he closed his closet door and walked outside his room. He walked into the kitchen to find Irial, fully dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, making coffee. The smell was exquisite.
"Where is my shirt?" Niall asked Irial, standing at the doorway.
"How am I supposed to know," Irial replied, turning around to face Niall. "But I'd rather you not find it."
"Irial, this is no time." Niall said, slightly fuming. He made his way back up the stairs and into Irial's room. He walked over to the bed, where he found his shirt, ironed and buttoned up. He heard footsteps behind him, but didn't turn around when Irial leaned against the door frame.
"Whatcha doing in my room, Niall?" Irial asked even though he knew exactly why. Niall turned around and stood before Irial, waiting for him to move out of the way. When he didn't, Niall said, "Move, Iri." With a smirk, Irial stepped out into the hallway and gestured for Niall to walk out. Niall went to his room, put on his shirt, and continued on with his day.