Say You Won't Let Go [Under Revision]

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Next morning

  The next morning Niall woke up around 7:00 am kinda hasty for no apparent reason but then everything hit him all at once as soon as his brain started to function correctly, him and Harry in the bathroom, his sneaky looks towards him, when he had Harry (literally) on top of him, which was wonderful by the way. Niall got out of bed as he felt a little problem happening down there and went to wash his mouth proceeding to take a very needed cold shower. After finishing his grooming but letting his slight stubble untouched, he went to put on some clothes he found in the closet that didn't know were there and ignored the emails as he didn't plan do to anything today. Just when the Irishman was about to put his phone away a notification made his phone buzz, frowning the man picked up the phone, and saw a text from Harry.

From: Harry
To: Niall
Hey, just got out of the gym, wanna hang out? H.

A smirk appeared on Niall's face and his heart started to beat hard against his ribcage, —Niall, come on, Harry is your friend from years, pull yourself together—he told himself as he began to type the response.

From: Niall
To: Harry
Sure ;)

From: Harry
To: Niall
I will pick you up in 45 mins, at your house right? Be ready! Xx

From: Niall
To: Harry
I'm at Louis's house but I have to go to my house, so yeah! :)

Instantly, Niall started to look for his shoes, wallet and other belongings, going downstairs he found Louis coming out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, who eyed him up and down with a confused look.

"Where are you going so early, it's not even 9:00 am?" Louis asked taking a sip from his mug.

"To my house... uh, I will meet with Harry today and I need to put better clothes than this." Gesturing to his shirt that had a stain of what he remembered was a garnet wine colour.

"Okay, have fun, and don't overthink too much." Replied Louis patting the other man in the shoulder.

"I'll try, thanks mate." Niall grabbed the keys on the table beside the front door and made his way to the car, before starting the engine his phone started ringing, echoing in the closed space of the car, he looked at the caller ID and as he expected it was Harry.

Niall: Hello? —replied Niall connecting his phone to the car in the hands-free option to start driving—.

Harry: Hey Niall, I'm in front of your house, I arrived earlier than I expected, are you still at Louis's house?

Niall: Oh, well yeah kind of, I'm in the car but I'll be there in 10-15 minutes if there isn't any traffic.

Harry: It's okay, I'm already here, not going anywhere.

Niall: You can go in if you want, the gate number it's: 09716 and there is a key in the plant pot beside the back door of the house —in the background, Niall could hear Harry fumbling with something, probably to write down the number—.

Harry: Oh good to know that, I'll be waiting for you. Also, I haven't eaten breakfast, have you? —the sound of his car door closing was clear enough to know that Harry was already in Niall's house—.

Niall: I know right, now you can visit me whenever you want. Eh nope, I haven't, I can pick something up on the way if you want —Harry's voice interrupted Niall—.

Harry: Nah it's fine, I'm already inside your house, do you mind if I make breakfast? Are pancakes okay? I mean, it's classic but still good.

Niall: That shouldn't even be a question, it's perfect. I'm almost there.

Harry didn't even reply, the line went dead the instant Niall finished talking.

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Today Harry got up early and went to the gym, after finishing the workout and already in the car Harry sent a text to Niall asking if he wanted to hang out for a bit today since today was Harry's last day in LA as he was leaving to London to visit the family before going again to finish the last leg of the tour. After receiving a response, Harry quickly got home, had a shower, and left to Niall's house. Arriving a few minutes earlier than he expected, Harry parked his car outside of his former lover's house. The taller man called Niall and had a small chat until hanging up at Niall,   —because this man was talking too much and still haven't arrived—. Harry did what Niall said and went inside of his house —this place was and felt unknown for him, Harry never really came to this house until a few months ago and he could count the times he has been here, however it was a lovely place, kinda lonely but so was his—, pushing away some memories Harry found his way to Niall's kitchen, roaming around it he found the ingredients necessary for what he was going to cook. Harry hadn't even started when he heard the front door open. Not even a minute after Niall appeared in the kitchen, finding Harry leaning against the bar table with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Styles," Niall said proceeding to lean against the bar table facing Harry rather close.

"Hello, Horan" Harry leaned closer to Niall, either to tease or to appear intimidating, who knows.

"How are you? I need to go to change these clothes" Niall started to put some space between him and Harry when he stood up straight and looked down at the other man in front of him. However, Harry decided to do the same, "I'm good and you?" replied the man, pretty close to Niall. "And don't worry about changing your clothes because we'll be cooking breakfast right now, and that could get... messy."

"I'm great, thanks. Oh, we? That sounds like a lot of people." Said Niall with a teasing look and then eyeing the ingredients already on the table.

"Yes, we, that means you and me." Replied the taller man raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, so what are we making? Wait, oh pancakes, a classic." Said Niall while rolling his eyes.

"Hey! You like them, wait till you try my recipe." Replied Harry making his way to start preparing the pancakes.

"Really? Surprise me then" Niall went to sit at the bar table earning a funny look from Harry.

"Huh, bold of you to assume I would make this on my own, come on, help me with the mixing and all that stuff." Harry grabbed a towel from the kitchen and threw it at Niall.

Niall gasped and grabbed the towel to throw it back at the taller man but flailing in the attempt as he caught it "Excuse me, Harry?"

Harry simply laughed and raised his hands in defense, "so, let's start, this is going to be fun." he replied smacking Niall's arm playfully.

Niall yelped dramatically, "WHAT?! Correction, this is going to be a disaster" both men stood beside the other and started to make breakfast.

"Maybe, let's see." In that instant a bowl of metal Niall had in his hands slipped and fell, echoing in the whole house.

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~Tati xx