Pour | Harry Styles

chapter six ☂

a/n: hi, lovlies. this is dedicated to @silkensunrise bc she's lovely and is a frequent commenter. i have a little bit of niall in here bc she wierdly shipped lily and niall. i'd ask if there were any larry #2 shipper (the irony that there are two larry ships in here] but like 90% of you seem to hate harry here bc he's a stupid hoe lawl. ily guys. thank you so much for all your comments and for all the reads you're getting this story too. i really hope that i didn't overuse dialogue in here but it was kind of necesarry for this chapter. if you like this chapter please vote & comment :-)

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CHAPTER SIX

“It’s fine, Lily. Seriously,” Niall told her for the millionth time.

She ran a hand through her messy brown hair as her eyes scanned the couch Niall had slept on when he was kind enough to carry a knocked out Lily to his own bed to sleep. After she read Harry the poem, he’d fallen asleep. She had stayed next to him, waiting for Niall to come back—she didn’t seem to last the wait as she’d fallen asleep in her knelt position next to Harry’s bed with her head laid on the edge of it.

“No, but you didn’t need to do that. You could’ve just put me on the couch—or woke me up!” Lily told him as she stared guiltily at the couch. She raised her arm toward it. “You probably slept uncomfortably just so I could do the opposite.”

Niall chuckled at her overly distressed state. “I slept fine, don’t worry. You need to stop worrying about other people.”

“Yeah, well, I’m kind of used to it,” she murmured, playing with a strand of her hair.

“You shouldn’t be.” He looked at her seriously, his stare holding for a moment. He began walking out the door after saying, “I’m gonna go cook something. You should go freshen up or whatever while I do. If you want you can borrow a t-shirt and some joggers from either me or Harry.”

A nod came in response to the boy but he’d already left the room. Lily ambled out of Niall’s bedroom and down the hallway into Harry’s room to use the bathroom as well as check on him.

Nothing was different about Harry. He seemed to have stayed in the same position as last night, his brown curls only slightly ruffled from some obvious minimal movement of his head. She was surprised as she was almost sure Harry’d get a nightmare. It was a very frequent thing for Harry to get them after upsetting events. It was his brain’s way of forcing him to truly process the upsetting events that occurred and fighting against the alcohol that tried to do otherwise.

Lily smiled softly at Harry as she walked to the bathroom, subtle signs of the presence of dimples arising on her cheeks. She flicked the light on even though the morning light pouring out of the window filled the room with enough of it.

She opened a drawer where she knew she’d find a multitude of extra toothbrushes. Harry went through a phase where he’d get a girl drunk and then, rant to them about Louis in their drunk impassive state—then he met Lily. Soon enough he told her about his sexuality and she became his personal diary. She knew every single one of Harry’s secrets and every single thought he had about Louis or anything that involved him and Louis being together; like the fact that Harry secretly loved when fans told him he and Louis were meant to be together, and the fact that he wished Louis would agree with them.

The point of the story was that when the girls woke up in the morning, they’d be too hungover to even comprehend that they were in a house that wasn’t their own that they’d brush their teeth with Harry’s—which, of course, completely grossed out the green-eyed Cheshire boy. So he bought an abundance of toothbrushes and laid one out on the bathroom sink every time he had a girl over.