Fuck Buddies ~Narry~ (Re-written)

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((edited 6-3-2017))

Niall sneezes as he enters his and Harry's room. "Jesus Niall. You could at least turn the other way." Harry groans.

Niall feels the need to cough so he leans towards Harry and coughs without covering his mouth. "Oops, didn't see you there!" Niall's throat hurts as he speaks.

"Fuck off." Harry groans before turning on the TV.

"Whatever I'm gonna take a shower." Niall says quietly before an idea pops to his head. A smirk appears on his face to show off his confidence. "Care to join me?"

"Never when you're sick." Harry scoffs without looking at him.

"I'm not sick." Niall protests. It's hard to believe him when he gets a coughing fit.

"Yes you are you wanker, now take a shower. It's good to shower when you're sick."

Is Harry trying to help Niall? The older boy glares at him with a confused look on his face.

"Why are you taking care of me?" Niall asks suspiciously.

"I'm not taking care of you. You have to get well before the show, that's all. Your singing affects my career to." Harry says, knowing very well that's not the real reason.

Niall rolls his eyes at the younger boy before getting in the shower. If only he wasn't sick maybe Harry would've joined him. They've only had shower sex twice before and both those times were really good, even if Liam caught them once.

Niall showers for a long time. It feels refreshing and he doesn't want to get out. When he finally decides to get out he steps out slowly and grabs a towel.

He dries himself before placing it loosely around his waist. He takes a few steps until he suddenly feels the urge to throw up.

He bends over the toilet, hurling inside of it then flushes. He sits down on the floor and hears a knock on the door.

"Did you just fucking throw up?" Harry asks from the other side of the door. Niall nods even though he can't see him. He feels weak and disgusting. The shower seems useless now. "Do you need any help?" Harry asks, his voice not as hostile as before.

"I'm fine." Niall stands up and walks over to the sink to drink some water. He can't believe he got sick the day before the next show.

After a couple of minutes Niall opens the door and slowly makes his way towards his bag. He digs some clothes out of his bag and tosses them on the bed.

He drops the towel and slip some boxers on, not caring if Harry sees. It's nothing he hasn't seen before. He starts his way back towards the bathroom to leave his towel but instead slips on a puddle of water and falls to the floor.

He lets out a groan in pain and Harry hears it and hurries to help. "Shit, are you alright?" He asks and Niall shakes his head no. He feels nauseous again and both his head and hip hurt from the fall.

Harry picks him up and carries him to the bed. He puts the covers over him before exiting the room. He's back seconds later with Liam who's quick to react to Niall's paleness. "Poor lad." Liam mumbles. "I don't know what to do, Liam." Harry says. Liam doesn't answer and instead feels his forehead.

"You have a fever." Liam sighs. Niall just coughs instead of answering. He feels like shit.

"I have to throw up" Niall whimpers. "Not in our fucking bed!" Harry shrieks and Niall gets up and runs into the bathroom. When he gets back one of the boys have placed a bucket next to the bed. Niall gets in and tries to relax.

Liam holds Niall's hand supportingly and tells him to go to sleep even though it's the middle of the day. They have a concert tomorrow and they have to try and make Niall feel better until then.

Niall drifts off to sleep and wakes up to someone holding his hand. Niall keeps his eyes closed and hums.

"Liam?" Niall asks quietly as he opens his eyes. The person next to him smiles. "How are you feeling Niall?" He asks. Niall just shakes his head.

"We have food for you." Liam nods towards a plate of food next to the bed. "My throat hurts." Niall informs. "I bet." Liam smiles. He's always so nice.

The door opens and in comes Harry and Louis. "You're still here?" Harry asks Liam who nods. The boy hasn't left Niall's side. "I brought tea." Louis shows Niall who gives him a grateful smile.

Niall sips on his tea and the other boys leave him alone. They had plans to go out for dinner and now Niall has to stay in. He decides to watch some TV and before he knows it, Harry is back.

"Where are the others?" Niall asks.

"In their room, where else?" His voice has it's usual tone of annoyance.

"What time is it?" Niall asks as he relaxes into the pillow.

"Don't you have a phone?"

Niall scoffs and murmurs some profanity to Harry before checking his phone. It's past 11 and he decides to go to sleep. He turns off the TV and closes his eyes. Harry, who's on his phone, decides to do the same. He strips down to his boxers and jumps in the bed, closing his eyes as he tries to fall asleep.

He opens his eyes as the covers are ripped away from his body, causing him to groan. "Stop hogging the covers." Harry complains as he drags it back onto himself.

"Fuck you asshole, I'm cold." Niall says as he hogs it back over to his side.

"The covers are to small for both of us." Harry tells the blonde who sighs. They lay quietly, for a couple of minutes before Harry decides to break the silence.

"How are we supposed to solve this then?" He asks.

"Cuddle?" Niall suggest after another moment of silence, hoping the answer will be 'yes'.

"No!" Harry squeals and rolls over so his back is facing Niall.

Niall frowns a little to himself but then closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep. Right when he's on the verge of sleeping he feels the bed shifting as someone snuggles into his side. Niall accepts the warmth of the taller boy and turns so that he's facing him, Harry buries his head into the crook of Niall's neck. Niall lets out a small chuckle at the younger boys actions.

"Shut up." Harry murmurs right before both of them drifts off to sleep.