Niam One-Shots

When I'm With You

heyoooo I'm sick and ugly right now so here's a one shot!

Link:: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4852202#main

ENJOY!!!!

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"I don't think this is a good idea," Harry says for the third time in seventeen minutes.

"Maybe you should cancel. He could be dangerous." Harry pauses as if the words suddenly tumbled out of his head, an odd, confused look on his face.

"He's not dangerous," Niall says automatically. "You watch him on Youtube, Harry. He drinks kale and runs ten miles a day. You should like him."

Harry frowns. "I do like him. That isn't the point. It's one thing to like someone's Youtube channel, Niall. Letting them come and stay with you for a weekend just isn't safe."

Niall just barely resists rolling his eyes. They've had versions of this conversation nearly every day since Niall told Harry that Liam was coming to Edinburgh for the weekend. He doesn't know how to make it clearer that Liam is the least threatening person Niall could invite to stay with him. He has a pet turtle named Gotham, for crying out loud.

If it were anyone else, Niall might have conceded that Harry has a right to be concerned about Niall inviting a relative stranger to stay with him. But they've been best mates long enough now that Niall knows not to give an inch.

And there's also the fact that Liam wouldn't kill a spider, let alone harm a human being.

"I understand," Niall says, words that are meant to appease Harry and get him off the subject. Harry takes his responsibility as Niall's best mate to serious, overprotective levels. He would never admit it out loud, but he kind of likes the way Harry fusses over him like a dottering aunt, nosing his way into Niall's personal business and getting away with it because he's Harry.

His phone buzzes with another text and his face gets warm when he sees it's from Liam. Liam's been texting him all day, adorable little messages and photos. He opens the text to find a selfe of Liam waiting for his train in London, the held out above him and his eyes all soft and smiley.

Niall texts him back a blushing emoji and a flirty can't wait to see your face for real.

Harry's youtube channel is a mess, and yet 200,000 thousand viewers subscribe to watch him recite maudlin poetry and balance on his head in his underwear. Niall doesn't get it but it seems to work for him. And anyway, he watches videos of Liam grinding broccoli into juice and talking about how many reps he does on his arms.

"Are you listening? You're not, are you, did you hear what I said?"

"I always listen to you," Niall says absently. He looks up from his laptop. The video he's editing isn't scheduled to go up until Monday but he doesn't plan on having a free minute over the weekend. "I spend seventy percent of my life listening to you."

"I don't think that's accurate. And I don't think you were listening to me just now. What did I say?"

"Oh fucking christ," Zayn says without any heat, his voice sleepy, "will you two shut up already."

Niall wants to tell them to get out of his flat already. There's no reason for them to be here, Zayn's been napping on Niall's bed for the better part of the afternoon while Harry goes through in great detail, his list of video ideas for his Youtube channel.