Nerd || H.S

Chapter 7

Niall wobbled into the pristine, unlit living room of Harry's building, leaving mucky footsteps from his muddy trainers trailing along the clean carpet. One heavy step after the other, the blonde flopped his unsteady body onto the puffy fabric of the couch.

He squeezed his crystal blue eyes shut at the sudden change of light as Harry swiftly reached up and yanked open the plain curtains adorning the window. "Please drink some water Niall," Harry said, turning his body to face Niall spread out on his clean furniture "you know I hate the smell of alcohol." Harry commented again whilst his large steps carried him into the kitchen.

Niall groaned at the thought of wanting beer in the process. Harry reappeared soon after with a clear glass of the pure liquid and held it out in Niall's direction, raising his eyebrows and gently jolting his arm and hand forward. A droplet of the liquid jumped up and slid down the side of the glass slowly and dripped onto the floor as Harry gestured Niall to take the water from his grip.

Niall reached out with both hands and took the glass. He quickly blinked as he hastily gulped down the whole thing of water. "Ah mate." Niall sighed at Harry. "You're a good friend y'know that." His speech still slurred but a clear crack in his voice at the end of his unconscious sentence.

A droplet formed on Niall cheek as he sniffed and sobbed. Wiping his eyes, Niall wobbly stood up and flopped all of his weight onto Harry's shoulders, embracing his friend as he cried.

Harry and I looked at each other and both laughed at Niall's dramatic drunk scene.

Niall leaned his drunken weight back off of Harry's frame and relied on the comfy sofa to allow him to flop backwards into it. Sprawled out, Niall slowly passed out. Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Sorry 'bout that." Harry laughed, lifting his hand up to comb through his hair with. "He's a heavy sleeper, he shouldn't be waking up any time soon." We both glanced over at the sleeping blonde as Harry spoke. Small snores left his lips as Harry walked over and perched on the arm of the chair next to me.

Eyes still locked on Niall, I spoke. "Is he always like this?" Harry shook his head diminutively and reached his hand up to grasp at the nape of his neck, playing with the small hairs underneath his locks. "Not normally." Harry voiced his answer. "But sometimes he likes to have a pint of beer with his mates and gets a little bit too carried away. He's hilarious to watch when he's drunk though." I nodded at Harry's reply. "I can imagine." I responded, giggling slightly at the thought of extremely drunk Niall. My small smile slowly died down as my curious eyes wandered up to Harry's face.

I stared intently at the boy placed beside me, watching his gestures. His beautiful green eyes flickered around the spacious room and so did mine, in hopes to find something to talk about. He beat me to it.