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Harry woke alone. The sheets weren't on him at all and he was 63% sure he had Uni today and Louis had, again, forgotten to wake him up.

"What time is it?" He yelled out, hearing the bang of a pot in the kitchen. Getting no response he hauled himself out of bed. Pulling the sheets back up, he fixed up the pillows, propping them back up against the wall of the single bed. God knows how they both fit in it. Harry repeated the question as he tugged on a pair of tracksuit pants and a beanie, scratching his back.

"I'm on the phone!" Louis yelled back as Harry crept down the hallway of the tiny flat. During the night Niall had come stumbling in. It was possibly the drunkest they'd seen him. His face had been bright red, shirt filthy as he fell through the door. He'd passed out on the couch before they could get a word out of him. He was still there, a blanket tucked around his waist, a bowl by the couch. Harry tiptoed over, pulling the blanket up as Louis watched from the kitchen doorway, leaning against the doorframe. Harry smiled at his, brushing the hair out of Niall's eyes as he mewled in his sleep.

"Who is it?" Harry mouthed to Louis as he returned to his conversation. "My mum." He mouthed back, pulling himself up onto the bench. Harry nodded slowly, looking at the clock and realising it was indeed well past lecture time. Groaning softly he slid down by Niall's feet, pulling his knees up to his chest. Reaching down the back of the couch he pulled out a bit of loose money and his phone. Realising he had enough for hotcakes he perked up a bit, shaking Niall softly.

"Whaddu want." He moaned after a few shakes, blinking his eyes open slowly. Realising it was Harry he thumped him on the shoulder, curling back into himself and shutting his eyes.

"Do you want MacDonalds?" Harry asked, laughing as he straddled himself across Niall's hips, Louis giving a disapproving frown as he carried on talking. Niall opened one eye slowly.

"Of course I want Maccas you shithead. Geddoff me though, I need to pee and maybe throw up." Niall spoke softly, shoving at Harry as Harry toppled backwards off the couch. Louis took a step around the corner, looking at Harry lying on the floor. Giving him two thumbs up Harry stood quickly, pocketing the change. Grabbing his shoes from the bedroom quickly he jogged over to the door, leaving his phone behind.

"Harry! You're not wearing a shirt!" Louis called out as Harry came running back inside, grabbing a jumper out of the dirty-laundry basket and pulling it over his head as he ran back out the door again. It was only a short walk to the joint but Harry sprinted with an empty belly, making it in two minutes.

"Next!" A busty blonde behind the counter called as Harry walked through the door. Pacing over to the counter he looked up at the menu, long curls falling out of his beanie. Pushing them out of the way he counted the money out.

"Two hotcakes, two apple juices, one cheeseburger, one orange juice." Harry breathed out quickly, pushing the money forward. Pushing her boobs forward the girl printed off the receipt, putting the change in the till and winking at him.

"I'm gay sweetie. Thanks." He winked back, taking a few steps backwards as she blushed, taking the next order.

"Harold! How ya doing?" A cheery voice called as Harry leant against a table, tipping over a straw container. Looking up to see it was Luke, he smiled.

"Yeah uh, I'm fine. Niall's not, how have you been?" He rushed out, leaning over and sweeping all the straws back into the container and pushing it against a wall.

"I saw you like... A week ago, don't talk to me like it's been ages!" Luke laughed, pulling Harry in for a hug. Harry laughed aswell, squeezing Luke tightly. "What's up with Niall?" Luke asked as Harry's number was called. Harry held up a finger as Luke shook his head, smiling back at him as Harry ran to collect the food.

"Beats me! Came in drunk last night, passed out on the couch. He's probably vomiting in the bathroom as we speak." Harry giggled, sniffing from the cold. Luke cackled, smacking an air kiss beside Harry's ear and slapping him on the back.

"Go back to your knight in shining armour!" Luke said as Harry shook his head, grabbing a few straws. Walking towards the exit he saw Luke make his way to the girl, she could have him, Harry didn't care.

It took Harry ten minutes to walk home. Of course he'd left the door unlocked. However, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the damn thing open.

"I can't get the handle to twist. One second Harry." Niall gasped, giving the door a hard tug.

"Niall... We're you waiting by the window?" Harry laughed, turning the handle the right way and pushing it open to a questionably dressed Niall.

"No, I'm not wearing pants and yes I was waiting by the window." Niall said, grabbing the bags from Harry as he stood in the door, blinking slowly before shrugging and following Niall inside.

"Harry is that you?" Louis called from the kitchen as Niall shuffled in, dropping the food onto the table, Harry in quick succession. Pacing over to his boyfriend, Harry dipped his head down kissing his lips softly as Louis smiled up at him.

"You guys are so sappy." Niall scoffed, shovelling a burger into his mouth and cracking open an orange juice. The smell of cleaning products was strong in the air and Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust, sitting down beside Niall at the table.

Louis made a small happy noise as he sat across from Niall, reaching inti the bag and pulling out the hotcakes. Sliding one across the table be took the apple juice out of the bag aswell, cracking it open before handing it to Harry.

"How much did you spew?" Harry questioned as Niall and Louis made simultaneous groans, pushing at their food.

"We just began eating!" Louis cried, holding up three fingers as Harry nodded slowly. Three spews, not yet a record for Niall. Niall kicked Louis under the table as he spat his food back onto his plate. Must be really hung over if he can't even stomach the first few mouthfuls. Louis and Harry cut into their hotcakes, eating them quickly as Niall pushed his chair back, rushing to the bathroom. Louis let out a sigh, dropping his fork as he too pushed his chair back.

"No, no it's okay. I'll get him." Harry assured, knocking his knees on the underside of the table as he stood up too quickly, also toppling his chair. Louis smiled at him gratefully, finishing off his hotcakes.

"I threw up again, Louis!" Niall called out as Harry walked into the bathroom, squatting down beside Niall and rubbing his back. "Oh sorry, thought you were Lou." Niall apologised, wiping his mouth on what Harry now realised was his flannel top.

"S'okay. Let's get you home, yeah?" Harry smiled gently, helping Niall up. Niall shook his head, burping as he turned the tap on. Splashing his face with cold water he turned the tap off, scratching the back of his neck.

"She kicked me out." He mumbled, wiping his nose on his sleeve as Harry shut the door to the bathroom, turning to Niall in shock.

"Niall you've been there for three years, why the fuck did she kick you out?" Harry whisper yelled, taking hold of Nialls sleeve as he shrugged.

"I dunno man, was a shitty place anyway but for now I gotta couch surf." Niall whispered back as Harry swore under his breath. He nodded slowly, pulling Niall in for much too big a hug.

"You can stay here for a while okay, sleep in with Louis, I can take the couch." Harry mumbled into his neck as Niall slowly patted his back in appreciation.

"I'll take the couch, it's all good, thanks Harry." Niall sighed as he shoved at Harry lightly. Harry nodded in understanding, taking a step back and opening the bathroom door. Stepping out, he shut the door behind himself.

"He okay?" Louis asked, the MacDonalds all packed up except for Nialls. Harry nodded, sinking down beside him. He leant into his boyfriend, snaking an oversized arm around his waist and pulling him closer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Is it okay if he stays with us for a while?" Harry said, hoping upon hope that Louis was okay with that. But Louis froze underneath him.

"I... I actually need to tell you something Harry."

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