October / mini fic [narry]

10/15

"We're carving the pumpkins right now, Niall, so get your ass up." Harry playfully barked at me, although I knew he was completely serious. It had been seven days since we went and bought our pumpkins. I was too tired to carve them when we got home from the farm because Harry had decided that we would drive to the park and walk around for hours to watch the leaves fall. But hey, I loved him, so I did it. I loved seeing him so happy. Plus, he always held and kissed me when we would take long walks through the park in the fall. So, I didn't mind that so much.

Then the next six days, the two of us were working and busy. We watched movies after we all got home, but every time we would end up passing out at least halfway through it.

I groaned as I paused the movie I was watching, looking up to meet Harry's eyes. Harry was already a little pissed off at me for not watching a scary movie, so I figured carving the pumpkins now would get him to forgive me for it. "You are too into October. We are twenty year old men. We should not be getting this excited over October." I said as I pulled myself to my feet, Harry clutching onto my hand and dragging me into the kitchen.

He had set everything up, both pumpkins sitting on our table which was just covered in paper towels, newspapers, and different types of knives and spoons. A large bowl sat in the middle, which I figured was for the pumpkin guts.

"After we gut and carve our pumpkins, I'm gonna cook the seeds. I can make them spicy or salty. Oh! I should do both. Yeah, I'll make both." Harry said as he led me to stand in front of the pumpkin I had picked out. The top was already cut into a circle, and all I had to do was gut it and carve it.

"Harry.." I groaned as I pulled the top off, setting it aside. I looked into the pumpkin then at Harry, who was giving me a worried look. "This is disgusting." I told him.

"Niall, it's fun. We just wash our hands after. Come on." He whined, gently hitting my arm before rolling up his sleeves and digging into the pumpkin.

I stared at him with wide eyes, sticking my tongue out in disgust. "Harry, come on. I really don't want to touch this stuff. It's going to get under my fingernails and I'll end up smelling like pumpkins for days. Even after a shower."

"Stop complaining, Niall. This is fun." Harry said and leaned over the table, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I couldn't help but smile and nod, shoving my hands into the pumpkin. I quickly dug out handfuls of the pumpkin guts, dropping them into the bowl Harry had laid out. After about ten minutes, I finally had all of the pumpkin guts cleared out and walked to the kitchen sink, scrubbing off my hands with what felt like a pound of soap.

"Are you still going to carve my face into your pumpkin?" I asked him with a soft laugh and turned around to see him sketching out on the pumpkin with a marker and sitting in a chair.

"Nah, I'm doing someone else who is way hotter." He said with a smirk, glancing up at me as I sat down in my seat.

"Oh, yeah? Who?" I asked and picked up one of the knives, stabbing it into my pumpkin.

"Aaron Rodgers."

"Who?"

Harry dropped his marker and looked at me, clearing his throat. "Aaron Rodgers. He's from my favorite sports team. You know nothing about them." He said and shook his head, looking back at the pumpkin.

"Harry, babe, I'm sorry." I said and watched as he began sketching on the pumpkin again.

"I'm not really carving his face into it, Niall. I'm carving yours since you are my pumpkin."

I smiled and pulled the knife out of mine, scraping it down into a triangular shape. It looked horrible, and I was hating every second of it, but it made Harry happy doing these things with me.

I was terrible at carving pumpkins, always was and always will be. I never understood how people can do those insanely detailed carvings of faces or cities. Honestly, though, I always wished I was talented like that. The best I could do was play guitar, and I really wasn't even that great.

"Alright, Harry. Good luck with that, honestly." I said as I moved onto the next triangle, shaking my head when I realized I made it way bigger than the other one. "Well, I am just fucking terrible at this. Harry, why are you making me do this?" I groaned.

"Because it's fun doing domestic things with you." He answered, his eyes focused on the orange round canvas in front of him.

"Why?" I asked him, leaning back in my seat.

"Because you get so frustrated and you're super cute when you're frustrated." He answered.

I laughed, rolling my eyes as I leaned forward again. I began carving a mouth into my pumpkin, working slowly to make it into a perfect smile. I groaned loudly when I was finished and it was lopsided, tossing the knife down on the table.

Harry sat up and scooted his chair closer to mine, looking over my pumpkin. "It's cute. Kinda looks like me." He joked with a grin, pressing a kiss to my cheek before moving back to his spot.

"That was definitely not on purpose, but I do see it now." I said and laughed softly, looking over at him.

"I'm carving you now, babe. I hope you're excited." He said as he picked up a scalpel, focusing all of his attention on the pumpkin.

"Oh, I'm so excited." I said in a playful sarcastic tone, a smile on my lips. "I'll leave you to it." I told him as I stood up, kissing the top of his head before I walked out of the kitchen and to the living room. I sat down on the couch and pressed play for the movie I had been watching, propping my feet up on the coffee table.

When the movie was finished, Harry had finished the pumpkin and carried it out to the living room. "Done!" Harry grinned, setting it down at my lap.

I looked down at the pumpkin, raising my eyebrows when I saw the detailed carving of my face in the side of the pumpkin. "Oh, wow. You actually carved my face into the pumpkin." I said and laughed, looking up at him. "That's really amazing, babe. I'm proud of you." I told him as I stood up, setting the pumpkin down on the coffee table. I grabbed onto his hips and tugged him closer, meeting his lips with mine.

Harry ran his hands up to my cheeks, pulling my face closer to his. After several seconds, which felt like any blissful hours, Harry pulled away. He rested his forehead against my own, and I brushed my nose against his with a smile on my lips.

"So...Pumpkin spice lattes?" I whispered to him, running my hands over his sides.

"You read my mind." He whispered back, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones.