One Shot Collection

The Sky Fell Down

Niall and Harry dance in the rain together.

Shamelessly inspired by Harry's unreleased song "Kissed You In The Rain"

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"It's raining." Harry says, bouncing with excitement at the foot of the bed.

Niall looks up at him from his phone, where he's been aimlessly scrolling through Twitter for the last 20 minutes. "Yeah, so?"

"Niall, it's raining." Harry repeats, putting extra emphasis on 'raining'.

Niall sighs and locks his phone, tossing it beside him. "Okay, it's raining. So what? It rains all the time."

Harry rolls his eyes. "So, we're in LA. It's raining. In LA. It rarely rains here!" Harry says, his voice cheerful again.

"Right." Niall says, shaking the smile off his face. He grabs his phone again and unlocks it, opening Instagram this time.

"Let's go dance in the rain."

Niall stops what he's doing. "Let's what now?"

"I want to dance in the rain, Niall!" Harry beams. It takes everything in Niall not to grin at the look of pure excitement on Harry's face.

"Absolutely not." Niall tells him. "You know we both have crap immune systems, we'll get sick in a heartbeat. And I do not want t' get sick right now."

"I don't careeeeee!" Harry whines, putting his puppy dog eyes on. "Pleeeeaaaseeee Niall!"

Niall rolls his eyes. "No, Harry. I'm not going to dance in the rai-"

He's cut off by Harry grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him off the bed. "Let's go let's go let's go!" Harry laughs.

Niall catches himself before he falls flat on his face. "Harry!" Niall can't help but laugh himself. Harry's very persistent when he wants something, and Niall's learned to let him get his way most times.

Harry laughs as he drags Niall out of the bedroom to the living room, Niall stumbling the whole way, Harry pulling too fast for Niall to catch. "I want to dance, Niall!" Harry cheers, sliding the door open. The sound of the rain on the deck outside filling the space around them.

Harry takes his phone out of his pocket and grabs Niall's out of his hand, and places both of them on the table beside the door.

"Harry, no!" Niall exclaims as Harry grabs him by the wrist again to pull him outside.

"Harry, yes!" Harry giggles.

And that's how Niall finds himself standing in the rain with his best friend.

Harry spreads his arms out, closes his eyes, and grins up at the sky. The rain is soaking his clothes and hair, little droplets fall from the ends of the ringlets that form when his hair is wet.

Niall studies Harry for a moment, taking in the sight before him. Harry's wearing a white t-shirt, which has gone almost completely see-through already. He can see the black markings of Harry's tattoos just barely showing through the thin material that's clinging to his torso.

He watches the way the raindrops slide off of Harry's tanned skin, almost like he's water resistant. It takes everything Niall has to not let his jaw drop in awe.

Niall thought Harry had gone absolutely out of his mind when he said he wanted to go out in the rain but now he's kinda glad he did.

Niall can feel the water splashing his ankles after it hits the dark wood of Harry's back deck, the cold water chilling his bare feet. He feels the water drenching his clothes, weighing them down on his body. He's soaked; they're both soaked, so much so that Niall thinks they're soaked right down to their souls.