Imaginary (Niam, Ziall, Ziam, Larry fanfic)

Part 2

Niall stepped forward placing his hand on the railing to the stairs. He was expecting his hand to go through the railing, as cliché as it seemed, but it felt solid to him. He took a moment to look around and saw the leaves being blown off the trees and rustling to the evenly laid frost coating the ground.

Shouldn't he be cold? He thought realizing he was only in a thin tank top. Though for the first time he realized he didn't feel the frost in the air or the wind blowing against him. All he felt was a content warmth in his body.

He looked up again at the house and sighed. How was he supposed to get up there without being noticed? Now that he was actually here at his mission he had a billion questions to ask Josh, but something told him he was a hard guy to get a hold of. He wondered what other powers he possessed if any. More importantly though how he was going to get to the bedroom of Liam his appointed child. He wondered if because the railing felt solid if that would prevent him from walking through the walls of the house. He decided to try anyways because he had nothing to lose. He made his way up the steps making no sound at all. He reached the black door with the fern wreath hanging from it. There was a bay window to his right with white trim that stood out against the old brick surrounding it. He touched the door with his hand and willed in his mind to be translucent. He looked in amazement as his hand slipped through the door disappearing. As he was rushed with happiness he stopped thinking about being translucent and his hand became solid again against the outside of the door. Niall cursed himself and tried again this time slipping

his whole body through the door. He was now in the foyer of the home greeted by a hallway to his left leading to the kitchen and stairs leading upward to his right. He knew Liam was upstairs so he began soundlessly climbing the stairs till he reached the top and was faced with a hallway two doors on each side, four doors in all. The sheet he carried in his pocket didn't go in to exact detail on which bedroom was Liam's so he was going to have to figure that one out for himself.

He moved down the hall to the first door on the right and willed himself through the door. There he saw a teenage boy with messy curls sleeping soundlessly in his bed. The boy's bedroom phone began to ring as the boy stirred from his sleep. Niall slipped out of the bedroom before the boy could open his eyes and moved across the hall to the first door on the left. Here he was met with a decent size bathroom complete with a shower and tub and nice vanity. He nodded to himself and moved on to the next and last room on the right. Here he saw a small little boy with dirty blonde curls fast asleep. He was tangled in a ball of covers on his small bed that was pushed against the far corner of the room. That must be Liam, he thought to herself as he took a look around the room. He would wait till the morning to introduce himself, not wanting to interrupt his sleep and scare him.

Niall paced around taking all of his surroundings in. He figured he would probably be spending a lot of time in here over the next decade and then some and thought familiarizing it would be a good idea. The room itself was fairly small. At the foot of the bed was a small toy chest painted with superheroes on it. The flooring throughout the room was a plush off white carpet and in the center of the room was a medium sized rug that was a light baby blue with teddy bears on it. The walls were white with a multicolored cowboy border going around the room. On the right wall facing the bed were two big sliding doors to the closet and up against the

wall in the middle was a small dresser. There was a window past Liam's bed above his toy chest looking out into the backyard. The window was covered by pale yellow blinds that fell loose to either side. Past the window in the right corner was a small wooden rocking chair with a blanket draped over it. That was Liam's whole room. It wasn't much but then again a five-year-old didn't need very much to be happy and it seemed very cozy.