When Niall walks out of the bathroom, Harry's staring at the Telly before he notice's Niall and flicks his eyes over to him, running them up and down his towel covered body. "Sexy." Harry greets Niall. "Gorgeous." Niall greets back, rubbing a towel over the back of his head to dry it and gives Harry a sly grin. Harry grins cheekily to himself, getting another spoon full of Raisin Bran. Niall gets dressed in denim skinnies, his navy blue Ed Sheeran hoodie, and white Vans. He doesn't style his hair into his everyday quiff. Instead, he leaves it down and messy. Harry, however, is in a white t-shirt with a blue plaid shirt unbuttoned over it, black skinnies and white Vans as well. He styled his hair this morning.
Harry never told Niall what he should be ready for. Instead, he got up and showered, leaving a wondering Niall cuddling with his favourite Spiderman blanket.
"What were you saying before?" Niall leans over the table so his face his close to Harrys, Harry staring into his blue eyes dreamily. "Hm?" Niall repeats himself, and Harry leans forward to kiss the tip of Niall's nose instead of answering right away. "You'll find out." Harry mumbles before tipping his head to the side to kiss Niall's lips for a few lingering seconds. Niall smiles, moving away from Harry to eat cereal too.
Niall sits next to Harry with a bowl of the same cereal, wasting no time beginning to eat his cereal. Harry's just finished his bowl and looks over to Niall. Using his spoon, he scoops up some raisins that are on top and Niall starts slapping Harry's shoulder to get him to stop. "Get your own raisins!!" Niall yells, moving his bowl away from Harry. Harry laughs and puts the raisins in his mouth before raising his bowl to his lips to drink the leftover milk. Harry kisses Niall's cheek before spinning around and placing the bowl in the sink, skipping to his room to put on his favourite coat; brown soft leather with white fuzzy fur on the inside. He zips that up and walks back out to Niall switching channels on the telly.
"Where ya goin?" Niall asks. "I'll be right back." Harry smirks, opening and closing the door behind him with the keys in his hand. Harry takes cautious steps down the wooden steps that leads up the snowy hill to the cabins and runs the rest of the way to the car, hopping inside and searching for his wallet that he left in the console. Once finding it, he stuffs that in his pocket and walks across the snow covered ground all the way to a cafe that's just a short walk, but feels like ten minutes.
Niall, once done with his cereal that didn't take long, goes into Harry's room to try and determine just how long its been since he's been here. There are some pretty kiddish things in here, but Niall is taking a wild guess and saying he was probably thirteen or fourteen the last time he was here.
Niall opens a drawer in a desk, thinking nothing would be in there since there was only paper, paper, a MacDonalds toy, more paper, pencils, pens, and book in the other three drawers, but doesn't find what he thinks he would find. There's a notebook in it. Niall picks it up, wondering if its personal or not.
To find out, he opens it to the first page.
"To Louis."
Niall can't help but get curious and flip it to the next page, wondering why Harry needed one whole page to write two words.
"You suck."
Niall chuckles to himself and tosses the notebook back into the desk, not wanting to snoop anymore. He picks up Harry's toy that sits on his bed where he was sleeping and brings it out with him to the couch. It's a Okapi.
Harry shuffles into the cabin, kicking the snow off his shoes and holding two white cups. "Hey." Harry smiles at Niall, walking over to him and handing him one of the cups. "Thank you." Niall smiles, sipping the drink thinking its tea, but it is, in fact, hot chocolate. Harry sits down next to Niall, pulling the blanket over their laps and rests his arm on the back of the couch. Niall scoots closer to Harry and Harry drops his arm to Niall's shoulders.
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Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015
Hayran KurguI left a note on his pizza box, and now he comes in everyday. cover by: newyorrk