in which...

...harry is a needy drunk and y/n is a fairy

In which Harry is a needy drunk and Y/N is a fairy (ft. a whiny Niall and matching Halloween costumes)  [Halloween special]

"This is bullshit."

Niall scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He's been huffing and puffing for the whole 45 minutes they've been here and Harry is quite frankly getting sick of it. No matter how many times he reminds him that this is all his fault, he still keeps complaining. Sighing and bringing his red solo cup up to his lips, he takes a sip of the bitter drink and kicks Niall in the shin to shut him up.

"You know what else is bullshit?" Harry asks without even glancing at him, keeping his eyes glued to the people about ten feet away that seem to be enjoying an intense game of beer pong.

"You thinking this was going to be a costume party and having the brilliant idea of getting us all matching outfits."

Y/N snorts from besides him and whacks Niall over the head with her fairy wand in silent agreement, making him yelp and cover his head with his arms.

"Hey! For the last time, I didn't read the invite properly. Whatever! Stop making a big deal out of it! And excuse me for wanting us to seem like the coolest squad ever." He scoffs, settling back into his chair and shaking some hair out of his eyes.

Thinking about it, Niall doesn't even look that ridiculous compared to Harry and Y/N. He's just wearing some denim jeans with a pink shirt and a hat of the same color. Them on the other hand? They have costumes that went all out.

Harry keeps staring Niall down as he takes small sips of the alcohol that's slowly starting to warm his tummy, synthetic green hair brushing over the sides of his face and tickling him. Niall gives them both a sympathetic look for a split second and lowers his gaze in a silent apology.

"You look pretty." He tries to lighten the mood and directs his words at Y/N, which makes Harry let out a scoff of his own.

"Really? You fuck up and then you try to hit on my girl in front of me?" He shakes his head. "Not cool, man."

"Sod off." Niall rolls his eyes, knowing that's just Harry's way of making sarcastic remarks, which he's already become numb to after having known him for so many years. "You're pretty too."

Harry chuckles briefly and looks down at the brown liquid swishing inside his cup, "Flattery doesn't work on me."

He turns his head when Y/N taps him on the nose with the sparkly wand in her hand, some of the glitter from the star most likely rubbing off on his skin. She raises a brow at him and Harry sighs, slinging an arm over her shoulders, "Maybe just from her."

Niall rolls his eyes for what seems like the 10th time in the last minute and uncrosses his arms from his chest, going to take the hat off his head and ruffle his hair, "Anyway, the only option we have left is to get piss drunk and forget this night ever happened, so who's with me?"

To say they were all in need of a drink in order to forget the embarrassment of showing up to a Halloween party as the only adults wearing costumes was an understatement. As Harry had said, it was totally and entirely Niall's fault. He had invited the two of them over to one of his old mate's house parties on Halloween night, specifying that it was going to be a costume party so they should all get the best, most original costumes they could possibly think of. It was entirely his idea and Harry and Y/N didn't really have any say in it since their friend was so set on it.

"Listen, it's a great plan. I'm shorter than you, and I look cute as fuck in pink. Makes the ladies go crazy. Let me get laid for once, will ya?"