almost // l.s

nine

harry sat, waiting anxiously, at niall's house. the blond boy had kicked his parents out for the night so that him and his friends could celebrate. what they were celebrating wasn't the issue, it was how, and niall intended this to be the most fun any of them had ever had. 

two movies had been suggested along with many snacks and drinks. harry asked politely if they could watch the notebook whilst liam went for a very different approach, threatening to not show up unless they watched toy story. zayn's notable groan of frustration could be heard from the other end of the phone. let's just say, the five boys could probably recite the children's movie line by line now.

so yeah, it was going to be a blast, but harry was still nervous for the others' arrival. it was mainly because niall and louis hadn't spoken since harry told his friend about the eleanor situation. he was a little worried niall would have a very stern talk with louis, even though he'd specifically requested it not to happen.

when the doorbell rang, both boys jumped to their feet. niall opened his front door to liam, with zayn on his back, both cheering loudly and thrusting bags of chips and popcorn into their mate's face. 

"ok calm down," niall shushed, "the neighbours'll call noise control."

"let them!" zayn exclaimed, "nothing's stopping these boys tonight."

"'cept the cops," the irish one murmured. 

liam strolled into the house, not putting zayn down, and dropped onto the couch.

"let me off, liam," he spoke in his trademark, strange accent and stood up from behind the younger boy. liam chuckled and grabbed zayn's leg as he walked off the sofa, attempting to trip him up. glaring, zayn detatched himself from liam's grasp and scurried into the kitchen.

"mister 'arry styles," he announced when he saw his friend situating different foods into different bowls, "how are you doin'?"

harry raised his eyebrows and walked over, placing the back of his hand on zayn's forehead, "i think you should ask yourself that. you're acting very odd- are you high?"

zayn laughed his head off, "no, no. just in a good mood! excited! aren't you?"

"yeah, for sure."

"well, come be weird with us then. no more fussing about in here, that's boring," he grabbed harry's wrist and pulled him into the living room.

louis arrived ten minutes later, with a sweatshirt hood over his head. harry didn't think it was particularly cold, but he did know that louis looked adorable in his outfit so he decided not to question it. upon entrance, the older boy removed his jumper and smiled at the boys in the doorway, "you right lads?"

"yeah!" liam yelled, pulling louis into a crushing hug, "we're very excitable today hope that's ok."

"that's good," louis laughed and he sounded almost... nervous?

when the three friends had retreated, harry kept his boyfriend back for a minute, "you ok?" he asked worriedly.

"fine," louis replied, pecking a sweet kiss to his lips.

harry half-smiled, "if there's something going on i want you to tell me. no secrets," he held out his pinky finger and louis intertwined it with his own smaller one.

"i'm just a bit tense about my dad being back," he said, "but i'll be fine, don't worry."

"well then," harry smirked, "maybe i can try to take your mind off things."

he took the shorter boy's jaw in his hand and locked their lips in an intimate make-out session. louis pulled harry's hips to his own, quickly taking control, and harry gasped. they kissed for quite a while, the exchange getting remarkably heated for niall's hallway, until it was spoiled by a cringing zayn.