euphoric (n.s. AU)

e i g h t e e n

Hello angels!! it's been a long, long ass minute. But I plan on continuing this as long as you guys enjoy it. i'm gonna add pictures of myself to every chapter i upload cuz i'm such a bad bitch y'all don't even understand

Harry's POV

Niall returns shortly after with an arms full of mail. He sets it on my desk and I shake my head.

"You have to organize it, love." I tell him, letting the pet name slip passed my lips. He blushed and nodded, scooping up the mail and setting it on the floor. I raised an eyebrow at him as I watched him plop down in front of the small pile. I smile and shake my head.

"How was school?" I ask after a few moments of silence. He looks up at me and shrugs.

"It was okay. There's a football game tonight, so that should be fun I guess." He explains. I nod my head.

"So.." He starts, fiddling with the mail. "Do you... Maybe wanna come with me?" He whispers. I send him an endearing smile and contemplate it for a second.

"Don't you have friends, you know, your age that would like to attend with you?" I ask, eyebrows raised. Niall's face flushes red and he looks down at his beat up shoes.

"I just, I- I'm sorry, I know it was completely unprofessional of me, I just thought since-"

"I'd love to go." I tell him. He blushes after taking a brief, relieved sigh and continues to work. I stare at him for a moment more before clearing my throat. He looks up at me with his lip tucked in his mouth in concentration and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Hmm?" He asks. I sigh and shake my head.

"Nothing."

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"That hurts, Niall." I groan, ripping my head away from his harsh grip.

"Let me brush it!" Niall says, folding his arms. I shake my head.

"No, let me do it." I say, reaching my hand out to snatch the brush from him. He moves his hand away just in time, preventing me from getting it.

"Let me brush it or you can't come with me." He states firmly and I sigh for what seems like the millionth time today and scoot back over to him. He continues to rip the brush through my hair brutally, making my wince.

"That fucking hurts, Niall." I growl, my profanity making him shiver noticeably.

"Well maybe if you brushed your hair more often..." He mumbles under his breath before quickly finishing. I roll my eyes at him before standing up.

"Alright, are we done now? Can we go?"

"...We're going to a football game Harry."

"And?" I ask. Niall giggles and shakes his head.

"I think you should change before we go." Niall says more to himself than me. I nod, taking off to change.

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"I don't think we're gonna win." Niall mumbles, resting his head in his hands as the other team scores.

"What do you mean? You guys are doing great!"

"We're the black and white team."

"Oh, shit." I grimace. Niall nods before someone comes up behind him and covers his eyes.

"Guess who?" She giggles, dodging his attempts to pry her arms off of him.

"Who?" He asks.

"Guess!"