Out in the Cold (Zianourry) ON HOLD

Eleven

"This is so hard, guys." Louis groans out, flopping backward onto the bed, his limbs spreading out and taking up all the room. It's a few days later, after all the boys deciding to head to bed early, and Liam ust getting out of the shower, towel around his neck, occasional drops of water still on his body. "I can't wait." Louis continues, sighing. 

"You're going to wait as long as Harry needs us too." Liam tells the blue eyed man, slinging the towel at Louis' calf, a wet smacking sound filling the room. "He's warming up to us, Louis, don't screw it up by rushing him. Hell, we don't even know if he wants anything to do with us. If he's even into men!"

"Or if he's okay with having a polyamorious relationship." Zayn cuts in, pointedly staring at the man on the bed. "Not everybody is, Lou."

"I know, I know!" Louis holds his hands up in surrender. "Geez, it's called an exaggeration. Or well, not so much an exaggeration, but." His hands wave about in the air as he speaks, almost hitting Niall a couple of times.

"I almost kissed him the other day, in the kitchen." Niall admits once the room has gone silent, 'cept for quiet noises of Liam dressing. Heads jerk to face him, eyes widening in their sockets, and Niall rolls his blues. "I didn't act on it, I just really wanted too. Even more than normal." The blond shrugs.

Louis props up on his elbows, his eyes trailing from one of his boyfriends to the next. "Do you think one of us should like, hint at it and see how he reacts?"

"Maybe..." Liam trails off, his head tilting to the side as he thinks every possible scenario over in his head. All in all it seems the best way to go about the situation.

"Zayn should probably do it." Niall says aloud, his eyes flitting to the raven haired man. "He's good at calming people and Harry feels the most comfortable with him, I think."

"Good point," Liam agrees, nodding his head. The two of them look over at Zayn and Louis, who are also nodding in agreement.

The four of them pile on the bed (after pushing Louis nearly off the edge), Niall and Zayn in the middle, Louis and Liam on the outer edge.

"Calum texted me again earlier asking when he can come meet Harry." Liam tells the trio of boys beside him a few minutes later, pushing himself up on his elbow so that he can see all of their faces.

"I think Harry would be fine around Calum, but I'm not sure if he's ready for Michael yet. And you can't get one without the other." Zayn explains, fingers toying with a loose thread on the duvet.

"Yeah, I agree." Liam says, his head nodding the slightest bit. "Their personalties are so similiar and I know Michael would be fine with him, but I'm scared Harry wouldn't really know that's just Michael, and everything we've built with him so far would just crumble away."

"Let's just try talking to Harry about it again, see if he's any more comfortable with the idea of meeting them yet." Louis decides, waiting for everyone's nod of agreement, before the lights turn off.

-

"Good morning," Niall greets brightly, smile on his lips. His fingers run through his hair, pushing back the strands that had fallen flat on his forehead.

Harry peeks his head around the recliner, offering a timid smile. "Oh! I didn't think anyone would be up this early. I haven't cooked anything yet. But I can go get started, if you want?"

Niall is quick to shake his head, gently pushing Harry back into his seat. "It's fine, love. We're getting pretty low on food anyways, aren't we?"

"Yeah, not much left." Harry answers, pulling his knees up into the chair, against his chest, and wrapping his arms around them.

"I hope you're ready for a shopping trip." Niall grins at him, sitting down on the tiny space left on the recliner. Harry moves over as far as the chair allows, and Niall adjusts his position; by the time they're comfortable, Harry's head is on Niall's shoulder, the blond's arms wrapped around his waist, chin against his forehead. "Liam'll probably want to go ahead and get it done today, since it's his day off. He doesn't trust us to go alone anymore."

Harry laughs quietly, letting his eyes drift back to the tellie, which is playing some game show, Idiotest. "I can imagine why."

-

"Morning," Louis says through his yawn, hand covering his mouth, muffling and slurring his voice. His feet begin leading him in the direction of the kitchen.

"Morning," Harry returns the greeting, smiling softly at the man.

"There's no breakfast this morning," Niall yells after him, quickly getting shushed by Harry.

"Liam and Zayn are still asleep." He reminds the blond.

"Z could sleep through an avalanche." Niall says in his defense, but relents. "But Liam does need to rest while he can."

"When are you guys going to tell me what it is exactly that he does?"

"None?" Louis walks out of the kitchen, pouting.

"Harry is not our slave, Lewis!" Niall shakes his head in shame at the older blue eyed male. "If you are that hungry, find yourself something."

"Nah, I'm not that hungry." Liam says, heading over to the recliner.

"No, Louis, you won't-"

Louis completely ignores the fact that Harry's speaking, sitting down right in the middle of both of their laps, rocking the chair back unsteadily.

-

It doesn't take Liam much longer to wake up, leaving Zayn to be the only one still snoozing in the house. Niall's quick to tell him the same thing he told Louis, and informs him their low on groceries too. He nods, telling them he figured it's past time they should have went to get more, yelling up the stairs for Zayn to wake up so they can go grocery shopping. 

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