Niall One Shots

All the Love || Narry

They came out and said their thanks and bowed. Niall clung to Harry a bit tighter in the hug.

Harry likes it. He feels at home in Niall's arms. Not that he is ever admit that.

Niall feels the same, not like he would say that to Harry though. Or to anyone... except for Louis. Which seemed to be a bad judgement call on his part.

The person Niall feels closest to is Harry, his close second (aka the person he talked to about his feelings towards Harry) is Louis. Which isn't a mistake but it isn't easy on Niall and she should have known better.

Louis is constantly trying to meddle. His smirks last too long in Niall's and Harry's direction whenever Harry would do anything slightly affectionate towards Niall. All Niall could do is flip Louis off behind Harry's back.

_

Louis huffs as he flops down on the green room's couch. "Lads, I don't think I can make it out tonight."

Liam lays across Louis with a groan, squishing him into the couch. "I'm fucking knackered. That shit was top notch tonight." He yawns, cuddling into the whining Louis.

Niall pouts a bit. "Oh c'mon lads." He sits next to Harry, letting his head rest against Harry's shoulder.

Harry glances down at the blonde, "I'm down to still go."

Niall smiles, "There's a lad!"

The other two were now wrestling because Louis is tired of being squished and Liam is letting himself be deadweight.

"I'll let Paul know." Harry pulls out his phone to send the message to Paul.

Niall picks at the thread on his jeans, eyes watching Harry's long fingers. He bites into his lip, eyes tracing over the various tattoos and veins, gaze lingering on his long fingers.

Louis notices before Harry does and throws his sweaty balled up socks at Niall. Niall jumps and looks to Louis, glaring but knowing full well why sweaty socks were thrown at him.

"I'm going to shower up." Harry stands and nods, heading towards the showers. Niall watches him walk off.

"I should too before we go out. Otherwise I would smell like Louis' sweaty ass socks." Niall laughs and follows Harry. Louis makes a noise and Niall glances back and shrugs.

_

Harry and Niall were in the club, arms wrapped around each other as they scream sing whatever bop was going on in the club. Their drinks are spilling over the rims of the glasses, soaking their fingers and making them sticky. They didn't care that their £12 cocktails were soaking the floor.

They were having a good ass time and that was all that mattered.

Harry stops his liquor so he doesn't puke his guts all out on the dance floor. And someone has to take care of dear Nialler—who didn't look like he was stopping anytime soon.

Harry slowly sobered up and watched Niall dance with various girls and drink whatever was put into his hand (which was water most of the time courtesy of Harry).

Niall didn't mean to get so fucked, he is just enjoying himself. Anytime a girl got too close, he would excuse himself for another drink. He isn't looking at getting with a bird for the night, not when he had an evening with Harry to himself. Which technically isn't to himself since he is sharing the time in a club with who knows how many others.

Niall watches Harry from the corner of his eye the entire time, briefly remembering him coming up to put another drink in his hands. Niall is that gone to not be able to tell it was water that he is chugging.