Cufflinks and Quiffed Hair // L.S.

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How cuter could he ^ get, honestly? (Im waiting for Erin to rant about that picture tbh)

TW: Sexual content

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*Niall's POV*

The doorbell rang.

I was nervous as fuck. What if all my effort went in waste? I could just hope it didn't.

I walked to the door and opened it. I saw Harry stand smiling at me. "Hey H." I said.

"Ni. Why did you take an off today? Are you okay?" He asked and I smiled, "A surprise for you." He wiggled his eyebrows, so I said, "Come in."

He nodded but walked really slowly, with his legs shut tight. He reminded me of a penguin. I giggled, "Harry, what's wrong with you?" I noticed he was sweating.

"I uhm slipped over a flowerpot and uhm showered with it." He said in one go and I couldn't quite understand what he meant.

"Showered with a f-flowerpot?" I asked but couldn't control my laughter. I burst out laughing. Imagine Harry showering with a flowerpot, oh my God. He smiled weakly at me and said, "I meant a flowerpot fell on my leg and then to clean myself I showered in the cabin but slipped so, yeah."

I calmed myself and then tried to associate slipping in the shower with limping. It didn't make much sense to me. "Uh, Harry. Correct me if I'm wrong. You're limping. Slipping in the shower doesn't hurt so bad that you have to limp." I said and I saw Harry run a hand through his hair.

"Niall. Seriously? Have I ever lied to you?" He said and I just nodded. Maybe I was overthinking. I said, "Okay now come on, your surprise awaits you!" He walked slowly behind me, like a penguin, and I tried my best not to laugh.

I took him to my room and when he entered, his hands flew to his mouth. "Well, how does it look?" I asked, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

"Oh my God. Niall, you cleaned your room?" He asked and I proudly nodded.

"B-But why would you do that all of a sudden?" He asked and I said, "You're a punctual guy, you got late because of me today. So, I just wanted you to be happy." He smiled really big, with dimples, and said, "Aww Niall, what would I do without you?" He hugged me tightly, and I hugged him back as I said, "There's more."

"Oh, what more?" He asked, curiously.

"I cooked us dinner and even did laundry." I said and watched Harry's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

"I love you Niall." He said and I chuckled, "I'm straight, but I love you too." He nodded and said, "Right. Now I'm going for a shower."

He climbed the stairs to his room, again like a penguin, and went for a shower.

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I waited for Harry to come out of the shower. I was sitting on his bed and trying to unlock his phone. Basically, trying to figure his password out.

Finally, the bathroom door opened and Harry came out. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, there were steams coming out of the bathroom, water dripping off him and-oh my fucking God.

"Harold Edward Styles!" I gasped. I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me.

He looked at me alarmed and asked, "What is it?"

"Y-your t-torso is full of bluish marks." I stammered.

I saw the way he paled and immediately pulled his towel away to cover his torso. I immediately closed my eyes with my hands.