Can Love You More Than This (Narry)

Chapter 1.

The sun spilled into the room and into his eyes, signaling the start of another day. Niall rubbed his eyes as he awoke and stretched. Then, he noticed the smell of bacon frying in a pan. He quickly got up and looked around. Zayn was still asleep on the couch and, by the sound of it, someone was in the shower. He walked to the kitchen, the smell of bacon becoming more intense with every step.

“Mornin’ Haz.”

Harry turned his head. Like Niall, he was shirtless, with only a pair of sweats on. Niall unconsciously licked his lips. When he realized what he was doing at that moment, he blushed. Unaware of his embarrassment, Harry grinned at Niall before turning back to the stove.

"Morning!"

Niall went up to him and looks over his shoulder.

“Whatcha makin’?”

“Bacon, eggs, and pancakes.”

Niall rubbed his stomach.

“Yum!”

Harry looked at him and laughed.

“Do you want some now?”

Niall raised his eyebrow.

“Do you really have to ask?”

Harry grins and slides some breakfast into two plates. Niall’s already at the table when Harry puts the plates down and takes a spot across from him. Niall digs in quickly.

“Haz, these are delicious!”

Harry grinned wider. He knew that Niall loved food in general, but it nice of him to compliment him on his cooking otherwise. And it made Harry exceptionally happy for some reason.

“Glad you think so!”

Niall grinned in return. Both of them were still waking up, so there wasn’t much conversation going on. As they ate, Niall looked at Harry. The curly-haired boy seemed more awake than he was, yawning here and there while reaching for the salt and pepper with his long fingers.

He has really nice eyes. And collarbones.

Whoa. Where did that thought come up from? Niall shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Harry looked up at him, genuinely curious.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Niall shakes his head again. He didn’t want to tell Harry that he’s been having those thoughts out of nowhere. Sure, Harry did have nice eyes, and nice collarbones, Niall couldn’t deny that. But it was the way he felt towards those thoughts that made him shiver. He looked down and continued to eat.

Unbeknownst to Niall, Harry had been having the same kind of thoughts towards him lately. They would just pop up whenever it was quiet and he happened to be looking at Niall. Like now, as Niall resumed eating, working on his third plate of eggs.

It’s amazing how much he eats and he still has a rather sexy body!

Wait, what?! He blushed and looked down. He couldn’t believe he was thinking like that about his bandmate. Who was a guy. Why was he thinking this way, anyway? Harry preferred girls, didn’t he?

It was a good thing Niall wasn’t looking at him right then, because he couldn’t explain why his face was red.

“Mornin’ lads.”

But Liam was.

Both boys looked up.

Liam looked at Harry, whose face was still red from the thought, and then at Niall, whose mouth was stuffed.

“Good morning Liam!”

Harry tried to avoid the fact that he was blushing as Niall swallowed.

“Mornin’ Liam.”

He pulls up a seat beside Niall.

“What’s for breakfast?”

Harry slid him a plateful of eggs and bacon, a separate plate of pancakes, and some syrup. Liam looks at the food.

“Harry, did you make all of this? Looks delicious.”

Niall nods.

“It is delicious!”

Liam grins and digs in.

Harry gets up to make more food for Louis and Zayn. Liam eyes Niall, but doesn’t speak until Harry’s out of earshot.

“What’s going on between you and Curly?”

Niall looks up from his breakfast and turns to Liam.

“What do you mean?”

Liam studied his confused expression. He realized that Niall didn’t seem to know what he was talking about. Unless he hid it well. Liam tried again.

“Is there something that you and Harry know that the rest of us don’t?”

Niall shook his head.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about Liam.”

Liam frowned.

“Oh, never mind then.”

Niall was about to ask what he meant by that, but then, Louis and Zayn came into the room. It, whatever happened to be, had seem to be between them and it didn’t make sense to ask Liam then.

Harry brought out more food for the whole group.

“Eat up you guys!”

By the time Louis and Zayn finished breakfast, Harry had made at least six more plates of breakfast, mostly because Niall was still hungry and was eating whatever was edible. Niall had told him he didn’t have to, that he was perfectly capable of making eggs himself, but Harry didn’t hear of it. He wanted to make food for him.

“At least let me help you wash them dishes.”

Niall begged Harry to let him help with something. Harry looked at him and sighed.

“Alright.”

Niall grinned and jumped up from his seat. He filled the sink with soap and water as Harry gathered the dirty dishes. They worked quietly alongside each other for a little while, until Niall flicked some soap in Harry’s direction.

“That’s for not letting me make my own eggs.”

Harry laughed as the soap landed on his chest. He flicked Niall back with a bit of water.

“That’s for getting soap on me.”

The water missed Niall and splashed onto the floor. Niall cackled.

“You missed me, Curly.”

Harry grinned.

“This time I won’t.”

He filled a cup and doused Niall. The Irish lad looked at the younger boy with mock fury.

“Shit Harry!”

Harry laughs as he drops the cup into the sink. Still cursing, Niall grabs a handful of soap bubbles and sticks his hands in Harry’s curls. Harry looks at Niall with horror.

“My curls!”

When Niall takes his hands out of Harry’s hair, Harry does the same thing and slathers soap all over Niall, starting and ending with his hair.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR STICKING YOUR SOAPY HANDS IN MY HAIR!”

They’re both laughing as they splash each other, unaware of the audience forming until Louis coughs loudly.