Niall.
"Why are you home so late?" Harry instantly started to pester me
"I told you Harry, I had to work late" I said
"Working late is till eight, not nearly eleven o'clock at night" Harry snapped
"Why are you so angry?" I asked "all I did was finish off emailing some authors about their accepted drafts"
"For four hours?" Harry asked angrily
"Hazza... Calm down, please"
"Why do I smell cologne on you?" He asked
"Because I decided to wear some"
"You don't own this stuff" Harry sniffed my neck "I'd recognize it if you did"
"One of the lads at work let me have a spray" I said "don't worry"
"Which lad?"
"Harvey" was the first name I came up with
"Alright but... What is it?"
"Escape"
"Right"
"No, really" I nodded "it's by Calvin Klein, it smells really nice"
"It does" Harry agreed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips
"Smile for me" I whispered, snaking my arms round his neck
"Never"
"Please?" I pouted "I need to see you smile"
"Alright" he rubbed his nose against mine, a smile on his lips "for you"
"Thank you" I smiled back
"Are you tired?" Harry asked "or hungry, or thirsty maybe?"
"I'm a little hungry" I nodded
"What would you like?"
"Leftovers is fine"
"Alright bug" Harry kissed my lips for a second "I'll heat it up"
"What is it?" I asked curiously
"Spaghetti"
"Yum" I nodded "we haven't had that in a while"
"You should have just asked Marge to make it" Harry said, tapping my nose "she's the chef, she does exactly as you ask"
"Alright" I nodded "but I hope you'd like to have spaghetti every night"
Harry chuckled, trying to kiss my lips
I held him back... He'd taste Zayn
"What's wrong?"
"Don't kiss me"
"Why?"
"I think I'm getting a cold" I lied, fake coughing into my elbow
"Oh well, I don't mind" he pursed his lips
"Harry, I'm being serious" I pushed him away by his forehead "I don't want you to get sick, what if it's flu?"
"Fine, I'll get you pills"
I nodded and he went into the medicine cabinet