Can You Feel My Heart?

14: Slot Me In There.

the next chapter has been marked private. I put it up on livejournal too just incase you can't access it. (also in the external link is chapter 13)

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Harry and Niall were in a state of bliss. It was clear that they both were more comfortable with one another, especially after the whole elevator fiasco one week ago. Niall had gone back to his place though, Niall actually decided that it might be best if they weren't around one another every hour of the day, well, every hour they have between work (that Niall seems to be the only one going to) and classes. 

"Niall, why can't you just come over?" Harry sighed, running a hand through his curls and pushing them away from his sweating forehead. 

"You know why, Harry." Niall said, a hint of humour in his voice. "I have classes till 3 and then work. How am I supposed to slot you in there?" 

"I'm your boyfriend, you're supposed to slot me in there." Harry argued, and he heard Niall chuckle over the  phone. 

"Well, sorry babe. No can do. You've gotta hold off without me." Niall chuckled, earning a groan from Harry. 

"Niall. I'm all hot and sweaty from gym. I want my boyfriend here to come and make me a different kind of hot and sweaty." 

"Harry you dirty boy. I'm staying at my flat. I have work after school!" Niall said, then leaving no room for Harry to say anything and hung up. 

Harry grumbled curse words under his breath and shook his head. He looked up around the room he was currently in, the loungroom, and he looked for Louis in the kitchen. When he couldn't find him, he called out;

"Louis! Where are you?!" Harry yelled, and Louis came scattering out of Harry's room. 

"Here sir, what is it you need, Mr Styles?" 

"Louis." Harry gave him a deadpan look. 

"Yes..?" 

"What have I told you." Harry asked, and Louis blushed a little.

"To call you Harry." Louis bashfully answered. To himself, Louis felt like he was going to get into trouble for the past few days and the way he had been acting. Harry's father had called him up and told him to behave better, to keep Harry in line, since he has cameras throughout the whole house, except the bedrooms. Louis removed those himself. He really doesn't need some old man watching him jack off and he was positive Harry didn't want his father watching him bring home multiple girls. 

"That's right mate. We've been best friends for years, you don't have to call me Mr or Sir in this house." Harry explained, and Louis nodded. 

"Sorry." Louis apologized, "What is it that you need from me, Harry?" Louis asked, Harry's name coming out strained and forced. 

"Do I have work today?" Harry asked, and Louis gave him an odd look. "I just need to know. I can't remember."

"Not that I know of, Harry. It's a Monday, you don't work on Mondays." Louis said, and Harry mentally celebrated. 

"I'm going out." Harry said, standing up and grabbing a nearby jacket. 

"Of course, but Harry," 

"Yes, Louis?"

"You're in your sweaty gym clothes." 

Niall scurried into the cafe, huffing as he closed the front door and kept the closed sign on the door. He didn't have to open yet, it wasn't four. Because of his hours at school and when his lectures finish, Niall had opted to open the— his cafe. His staff, which consisted of him, Josh, Zayn and now Liam, were all happy with that, and they got more and more customers without James' management. Things were turning for the better.