Yes, Boss

eighty seven.

Flora.

I realise that the BRITS coverage is long done, there's a late night or perhaps very early morning repeat of Eastenders blaring a little to loudly for my sleepy senses, I pick up my phone, having vibrated obnoxiously, probably what woke me up. 

It reads 2:03am. 

Niall; Harry is sooooo drunk hahahahaha lol can u pick him up???? Would get him in a taxi but don't want him to puke in it, taxi driver might gett pissssed, hes askin for ya 

I raise my eyebrows, this is incredibly out of character for Harry. I groan at the thought of going out into the freezing early morning - but he would do it for me, has done it. 

Flora; Okay, god get him some water,  will leave now, where are you? 

I pull on my winter coat and a pair of boots, going into the kitchen and grabbing a plastic bag before sliding my car keys from the counter and heading out the front door to a face full of freezing rain. My phone lights up as I get in the car, giving me the address of the party. I wipe the drops from the screen, starting the engine and cranking up the heater - promptly steaming the windows.

I arrive outside the club, in a queue of several taxis and UBER's, I crane my neck to look for Harry, slowing to a halt, swarms of people scatter past. I suddenly notice Niall, guiding a very unsteady Harry towards me. I roll the window up quickly as several loitering paparazzi follow their direction with cameras. 

The passenger door is flung open as Niall pushes Harry in with a hefty sigh of exertion, Harry's face spreads into a goofy smile as he looks at me, pale green eyes slightly out of focus. 

"You caameee" He reaches out to pet a hand across my face clumsily, his deep voice slurred and ever more northern from his intoxication. 

"I came" I agree, a bemused smile at my lips.

"Hi Flora, I'll see you on Monday mate" Niall pats Harry's shoulder, just recovering from the exertion of controlling his slightly more gangly and heavy friend.

"Did you want a lift?" I ask, fending off Harry's heavy petting with a giggle as he almost pokes me in the eye. 

"Only if you don't mind..?" He says. 

"Sure, seeing as I'm out anyway" I shrug as he hops in the back. Harry leans over sloppily, knocking CD's from the small shelf under the radio, placing his large hand on my thigh and massaging his fingers lightly. 

"Baby, I'm driving, put your seat belt on" I urge him, removing his hand.

"Im so drunk"  He states slowly, tugging at his bow tie. I shoot a look at Niall in the rear view mirror, who is chuckling to himself. He fumbles with his seat belt, rattling it for over a minute as he tries to slot it in, eventually Niall leans forward to click it in for him.  He reaches over multiple times to touch my face, satisfied finally with settling his hand on my shoulder as he mumbles about his evening and I listen passively. 

"This is you Nialler" I say, pulling up outside Amber's townhouse flat, where he requested to be dropped off because it's 'easier for me' 

"Thanks, you're a legend" He says, ruffling Harry's hair, much to his annoyance as he slams the door and walks up Amber's path. 

"I feel sick" Harry says slowly as I pull away in silence, I look at his pale face, his lips set in a line. 

"Here, It's alright, I got you a bag" I say, grabbing the plastic bag and handing it over to him, praying for his aim as he takes it from me.  He isn't sick though, instead he lulls his head back and closes his eyes until we pull up in his gravel driveway, it's almost 3am. 

He opens his eyes , unfolding his legs, the carrier bag crackling in his lap.

"We're home" I say with a yawn, tapping his knee with my hand. I sigh as he makes little effort to move, climbing out and going round to his side, opening the door for him as he climbs out clumsily, draping his arms around me, his entire weight shifting to my shoulders. 

"Steady" I say, attempting to hold my arm under his shoulders as he stumbles forward. 

"I've had a lot to drink" He slurs, repeating it for the 4th+ time. 

"I know" I chuckle, heaving him up the steps. 

He nuzzles the top of my head, arms wrapped around my middle as I bolt and lock the front door, resting his head on top of mine. 

"Head upstairs? I'll get you some water, and some toast? Are you hungry?" I ask turning round, he almost falls against me, my back against the door. 

"I'm not hungry, I want to come with you" He says, whining slightly as he discards his probably £1000 suit jacket on the floor, followed by his bow tie, a pout at his lips. 

"Come on then" I coax softly, leading him forward. 

"I think I'm... gonna be sick" He mumbles, just before promptly throwing up all over the hall way floor boards, including my feet and pyjama bottoms. It turns my stomach over as I step back with a yelp, placing a hand over my mouth as he finally finishes. Looking an almost translucent shade of grey and slightly disheveled.  I can't help but pull a face of disgust as he stares back at me guiltily.

"I am so sorry, I'll clean it" He mumbles, only managing to step in it. 

"God, Harry, no, lets get you to bed, I'll do it" I say pushing him to make room for me to step over the pile of sick, and guiding him up the stairs like a large unsteady toddler. 

"I am so sorry" He repeats, ducking to press his face into my neck.He sits down on the bed and I tug the disgusting cotton pyjama trousers off, discarding them in the washing bin. 

"Do you still feel poorly?" I ask wearily as he sits on the bed, shirt buttons undone, hair in all directions. He shakes his hand, undoing his belt, making a hash of that too as he struggles with the buckle. 

"I'm going to clean up, try not to cause any trouble" I tease seriously, pulling my top off too in favour of one of his plain black t-shirts which is hanging over the chair in the bedroom. 

I put mind over matter as I clear the mess in the hall way with the mop and then bleach, trying not to look. I wash my hands thoroughly, exhausted as I run Harry a pint glass of water and take some crackers from the cupboard. Heading back upstairs to the bedroom. I enter the room to find him what looks like asleep on top of the bed, clothes completely discarded on the floor naked apart from a pair of socks and tight black calvin klein boxers. 

I shake my head, letting out a tired breath as I place the water and crackers on his bedside table. To my surprise he stirs, sitting up. 

"Can I have a cuddle" He grumbles, reaching out for me. 

"If you get in the bed and drink some water" I bargain, pulling the covers back for him to clumsily climb underneath, I'm shivering at the splatter of goosebumps running all up my legs and my arms. I pass him the water and he sips it idly, spilling a little on the sheets. I climb in beside him, urging him to drink a little more, the muscles on his chest rippling a little as he drinks. 

"I'm saving you the hangover" I say, taking the empty glass from him. He burrows down under the covers with a small groan, tugging me with him into the pillows and squeezing me probably tighter than he thinks. I tuck my face into his warm neck, his breath a wave of mint from cleaning his teeth, he smells like the dry down of his aftershave and the waves of hair tickling my cheek faintly of cigarette smoke from the party. He runs a large hand firmly over the swell of my stomach, kneading his fingers there softly, as I soak up his heat. 

"I love you" He whispers, mouth in almost direct contact with my ear. 

"What?" I squeak, is he really... right now...

"I said, I love you" He says again leaving a badly aimed peck right on my ear, making me giggle. 

"You don't mean that, you're pissed" I chuckle, appreciating the sentiment, placing a hand to his warm chest, running my nails across it gently. 

"I do, I love you" He says indignantly, a little louder. 

"Okay, okay. I love you too"