• Prologue •

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Niall repeated out loud to the stranger he knocked into, making the cup of coffee he was holding spill onto his black shirt. A darkened patch appears on the fabric, right above his stomach. He looks up at the stranger, meeting a color of vibrant green and ebony curls.

"Uhm, it's alright. No worries." Harry smiled, a little confused of the boys repeating. One simple 'I'm sorry' would have enticed him.

"I ruined your shirt, your shirt, your shirt." Niall cringed at the sight. He hated when things are unclean, he hated when things are a mess, such as the man's shirt. He wanted everything in the world to be perfectly clean. But that can't happen.

Harry smiled softly at the blonde headed boy, ignoring his repeating comments but focusing on how concerned he was. Usually people would say 'sorry' if they bumped into him then walk away quickly, for Harry has multiple tattoos and piercings that make him look intimidating. Honestly, Harry doesn't think he's that mean. Sure, he can get aggressive, but he's not always like that.

"I swear, it's alright. A cycle through the washing machine and it will be as good as new." Harry looked down at his shirt, wiping at the stain with his fingers.

Niall was getting antsy with the strangers shirt, wanting to wash the stain out right then and now.

"Take off your shirt, take off your shirt, take off your shirt."

"What?"