Hopelessly, Completely, Fallen. {Narry, Lilo.}

I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON I'M SO SORRY

Niall was smiling softly at the sleeping boy. It had been almost a week since he and Harry had been released from the hospital. Laying in bed with Harry, he really couldn’t stop thinking of that one question. It seemed like Harry would be the type to ask, but shouldn’t it be the older’s job? Niall wasn’t sure what to think. Yawning, he wriggled out of Harry’s grasp, heading down to the kitchen. He had fought the others to let Harry stay at his, Zayn finally stepping in and settling it down. He couldn’t have been more grateful that Zayn had taken his side, the only drawback being Zayn stayed with them as well.

“Morning!” Niall chirped, noticing Zayn already awake and watching the tele. “Want something to eat?”

The older looked up from his place on the couch, smiling sadly at Niall.

“No, I’m good thanks.”

Niall frowned, sliding over to the couch and plopping himself down next to Zayn.

“What’s goin’ on, mate?”

Zayn sighed, lifting himself off the couch slowly.

“Nothing. C’mon, we both know you can’t cook for shit. I’ll make some eggs.”

Niall frowned, but complied anyway. Who was he to pass up perfectly good food? He tried to ignore that nagging feeling in the back of his mind, but followed the taller and older boy into the kitchen, watching him cook.

“You should wake Harry. The food will be ready soon.”

“Yeah. Yeah, alright.” Niall spun on his heels, exiting the room softly. He knew it wasn’t good to pry stuff out of Zayn, seeing as it’s like Niall trying to pick a safe, but he didn’t have a good feeling about it. So he maybe has to rely on some outside sources. That’s cool. He knew he got on Trisha’s good side for a reason.

“Harry? Babe, you gotta wake up.” Niall reached down to shake Harry slightly, but the man was already awake, blinking his eyes widely at Niall. “You okay?”

“...Yeah. ‘M good.”

“Alright. Well, breakfast is downstairs, so c’mon, before it gets cold and Zayn complains.”

Harry nodded, ruffling his hair before standing and following Niall downstairs. Wandering in the kitchen, Zayn was no longer there, a sticky note hanging off the fridge.

Hey, not feeling too hungry. I’m gonna head out, maybe meet Pez. Text me if you need me. :)

.xx Z

“Huh. I guess it’s just us then, Haz.”

Harry smiled softly, taking a place at the table.

“Just you and I. What is this anyway? When did Zayn learn to cook?”

“Oh, piss off. He’s not that bad.” Niall grinned. “He made really good burgers on the X-factor.”

“True. Thank God Lou didn’t cook though. I don’t think my stomach could handle that.”

He was going to argue that anything but Harry’s food was nauseating, but he held back, simply grinning.

Tonight.

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Louis groaned, cuddling tighter against Liam. Wait. What. Twisting around, he came face to face with probably the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen....minus himself, of course.

“Shit.” He murmured, attempting to wriggle himself out of the younger man’s grasp.

Liam groaned, pulling Louis closer, and ultimately almost suffocating him.