Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

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"Niall, wait up!" Harry holds his chest as he pants.

He runs up to his bed room and finds Niall snooping around his toy chest. Niall grabs Harry's favorite 'princess and the frog prince' toy set and giggles. "H, what's this?"

"Don't touch that! It's mine." Harry snatches the toys and places it back in his toy chest, locking it.

"Geez, okay then."

~•~

They end up playing scrabble. He was waiting for it the whole day. He finally gets to play with it now.

"You know, Haz? You're lucky." Niall says as he places a letter on the board. "Why?"

"Older friends hang out with cool people. Louis hangs out with you now! Louis plus you equals cool people." Niall gestures. Harry just scoffs. "I'm not his friend. He talks to me like one! Maybe? If you want we could switch places, I don't really want the offer."

Niall squeels and claps in excitement. "Yes! Of course! When do I start?" His mood lightens up.

"Well, I don't really know if Louis would want that though." Harry says, placing another letter on the board. He says a quick 'yay' when he forms a new word. They actually don't know what they're doing. They're just trying to spell out words without really knowing the objectives of the game.

"What do you mean?"

"I doubt Louis would want you as his follower. He wants me as his follower not you." Harry's competetiveness turned automatically on when Niall tried to get his place. Don't get Harry wrong. He's still not fond of the idea of being someone's servant. Doesn't matter how or why he's being like this. He just likes being ahead of people all the time.

"But I thought you didn't want to be his follower?" Niall whines, slumping his shoulders.

"Yeah! I don't. I have no choice really. If you want to switch places, maybe you could ask him not me." Harry shrugs, flashing a little smile at the end

~•~

"Ni, I don't wanna play scrabble. Can we do something else? We've been doing this for hours." Harry sighs, putting on his bunny slippers as he stands up from his mini chair.

"Well sure, I've actually been thinking about checking out your backyard." Niall pretends to caress his non-existing beard.

"But it's already past our bed time. We're not even allowed to stay up this late!" Harry complains, throwing his frog pillow on the carpeted floor.

"Calm down, Haz. Can you not follow the rules for once? You're not being cool at all." Niall throws his hands up and slumps back down to Harry's mini frog couch. I wasn't kidding when I informed you about his frog obsession.

"I can't! I just-"

"We've sneaked out the other side of the play ground without being caught. I think we'll do pretty good. It's just behind your house! It's not like we're going somewhere else!" Niall talks back. Harry starts to bite his lips, getting the pillow behind him and snuggling it. He stares back at Niall and hesitantly answers, "okay, fine!"

"Yes! That's the spirit! Now let's go before our mums catch us, shall we?"

"O-okay." Niall runs out of Harry's room only in his pajamas, he pulls Harry by the wrist down to the stairs. "Ow! Ni, stop."

"Quiet down, Haz! They might come out of their lady caves." Niall continues to pull him down until they reach the back door. He opens it carefully to prevent any creaking sound. He sighs in relief when it opens. He gestures for Harry to go out first, him going after.

His backyard has a slide, an inflatable pool, a barbecue stand and a huge apple tree with a tire tied to it to make a swing. This is where Harry spends his time in most days. Niall never really gets to visit the backyard because he visits for sleepovers and he goes home early in the morning.

"Let's play in the swing! Push it for me." Niall commands, running to the swing. Harry complies grumpily, he's totally not enjoying this completely. He can't enjoy something that's against his mum's orders.

Niall climbs on to the big tire, wrapping his legs around it and sitting on it sideways. Harry pushes it with force but he only manages to make it move slightly. "Come on, Haz. Push it harder."

"I'll try!" He tries kicking it with his small legs, making him fall on to his bum. "Ow!" He stands up and rubs his sore bum.

Niall puts out his hand for Harry to grab on to. He helps Harry and dusts his pajamas afterwards.

They decide to hang around the pool for a while. The boys roll up their pajamas up to their knees and dip their legs in to the water. Harry shivers at the coldness. "this is cold."

All is well until a soccer ball falls in front of them in the water. Harry falls off the pool in shock, he falls in the other side(which is the dry side, luckily.) Harry is certainly not in the mood for wetness.

"Where did that come from?" Harry asks. He's never played footie and because of that he never actually bothered to ask his mum for a football so this is certainly not his.

"Maybe it's from the other side of the fence."