Make Me Beg [l.s - edited version]

ten

Harry's POV:

"Nialler!" I yell his name, slipping past Donnie and heading into the backroom through the room behind the bar.

Now that Louis has left with Liam and a very drunk Zayn, and Ashton is practically trying to get laid in a nearby booth (the phrase 'keep it in your pants' isn't a part of his vocabulary), I might as well help Niall do whatever he's doing back here.

"Harry!" He calls back, "I'm over here." I find him loading a box of beer bottles - Guinness, shocker - into one of the big refrigerators Duckies has lined against the left wall.

I walk over to him. "Need any help?"

"Sure, thanks! This is the final box of bottles, I unloaded the rest already," He motions to a half-empty box by his feet, "This is what's been keeping me stuck back here for the last hour or so."

"Sorry, if I knew I would've offered a hand before," Technically that's a lie because I wouldn't have helped earlier tonight even if Niall has 100 boxes since I had the opportunity to hang out with Louis, but it's the thought that counts. I take out a few bottles and I load them into the fridge.

"Technically I don't pay you, even when you work the bar, so you don't need to help. But I always love when you do."

"I don't mind. I like hanging out with you even if that means stocking the fridges. Anyways, what are you doing tonight?"

"After I close up-"

"We." I correct him.

"After we close up," He grins, "I'm not doing anything. Are you?"

"Nope, I don't have any plans. Ashton is likely going to find himself spending the night with a dick up his ass at whatever place the guy he's snogging has, so I'm not doing anything with him."

"Speaking of dicks up the ass," Niall grins and winks at me, "I saw you playing pool with someone new, or at least new to the bar. He does look a little familiar though. Care to fill me in on this love interest of yours?"

"He's not my love interest, I just met him," I defend myself, "His names Louis and he said you were behind him in line for concessions when I forced you to watch The Notebook with me,"

"Oh yeah, that's where I saw him!" He wiggles his eyebrows and gives me a look, "Do you likeeeee him?"

"What? Niall, no! That's so random!" Thank god the back room doesn't have any mirrors, because if I catch myself blushing at Louis' name, I might as well throw myself off the face of this earth.

He looks at me suspiciously and I fold my arms with a huff. "What?" I ask as casually as I can, a slightly defensive edge to my voice.

"Puh-lease! Don't think I didn't notice you constantly touching his hands and stuff while playing pool. Touching his hands to help him 'play pool'," Niall makes the finger air quotes motions, "Is like textbook flirting. You aren't very subtle,"

"He didn't know how to play, so I taught him the hand positions and stuff," I grit my teeth and mentally curse out my basic flirting tactics, according to Niall.

"Yeah, sure, because you just touch people's hands like that while playing," He rolls his eyes as I stop loading the fridges and look at him.

"Ugh, Niall, you're too much," He makes kissy faces at me and I roll my eyes, "Didn't I teach you how to play pool like that too?"

He pauses, thinking it over. "You taught me how to play, but not like that. If my memory serves me right, your entire being was NOT pressed against my back and my ass. And you sure as hell didn't look at me like you looked at him. I would've filled a restraining order against you if you had," Niall laughs and I groan, "Just saying," He shrugs.