The Night is Changing Overhead- Larry

Doors are Open

Harry propped his chin underneath the heel of his palm, his fingers languidly trailing over the countertop. The slab of wood was scratched and marred from years of use. He wasn't exactly sure how it didn't manage to look tragically beaten in the otherwise newly renovated flat.

"Alright," Niall called from his bedroom, making Harry lift his head to attention. "I think this is the one."

The door to Niall's bedroom flew open and Niall strutted out. Harry put two fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled as Niall did a theatrical twirl. His brown roots were almost fully grown out, a few wisps of remnant blonde tinted the ends. For his date that evening, Niall wore a fitted grey suit with a primped white button down underneath.

"Aww," Harry cooed, taking his mobile out to take a picture for Louis. "My baby's first wedding."

Niall grinned proudly, "Can't believe I'm meeting Bab's family." He stepped past Harry and pulled the refrigerator door open, "I've never been introduced to family before."

"Everyone gets drunk at weddings so you definitely have that in your favor," Harry snickered behind his palm.

"You're a twat," Niall pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and closed it shut. "What're you doing tonight?"

"Need to do a bit of packing for Doncaster. Nick's coming over to help."

"And Louis is fine with that?" Niall cocked his eyebrow and looked at Harry pointedly.

"Well..." Harry drawled out, his nails scrapping against the counter top.

"You did tell 'im, right?"

Harry bit his bottom lip and shook his head, "Not exactly."

Niall swatted the side of Harry's head, "Because you know it would piss him off!"

"Nick's my friend and I'm not gonna just stop seeing him coz...well..." Harry finished lamely.

"Because he's in love with you," Niall deadpanned.

Harry groaned, "Stop saying that. We're just friends."

"You are, he is not."

"You think I'm making a mistake?"

Niall ran his hand over his face, "I think that you can do whatever you want, H. But if you're not telling your boyfriend about hanging out with a mate, then you probably know something isn't right."

"You're right," Harry muttered.

"Well, go on," Niall folded his arms over his chest.

"Go on...what?"

Niall groaned, "You're useless without me, I swear."

"Heeeey, I resent that."

"Go ring your boyfriend. Tell him 'bout Nick."

Harry scrunched his nose, "That makes it sound like I'm having an affair."

"Go."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine." He walked from his spot and pulled Niall into his side. "Be good tonight. Don't get her pregnant. Laugh at her dad's jokes. Pray for my balls."

"You'll need it," Niall squeezed Harry's waist and then let him go.

As he walked out of Niall's flat, Harry plucked his mobile from his back pocket. He called Louis as he stepped outside.

"Miss me already? Honestly, control yourself just a bit, H."

Harry snorted, "Sod off, I just wanted to tell you something."