"Thanks Ni, that was so delicious." Harry said as he wiped his mouth.
We had just finished eating breakfast that I had prepared for us. My off days were over, meaning I had to go back to work.
I was so not looking forward to seeing Nick. I still didn't know his deal and I couldn't even rant about him to Harry because he'd definitely talk to him which I didn't want.
"You're welcome babe, now let's leave before we run late." I told him because he too was going to work.
We had already showered and dressed up before we ate breakfast so the only thing that remained was for us to leave.
"I'm all set, go change while I wait for you in the living room." Harry stood up and went to the living room.
"I'm all set too. Let's go." I followed him to the living and gathered my keys, wallet and phone.
"Wait you are going to work dressed like that?" He pointed at me.
"Yeah, I feel like wearing shorts since the sun is shining and besides, these are not the clothes I'll be in. I'll change for all the scenes I have to shoot today." I shrugged but he shook his head.
"Niall you are not going to your set dressed like this, no." Harry said stubbornly.
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(A/N Niall's shorts.)
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Everything Niall, everything. Firstly they are too tight and secondly they are too ripped everyone can see your thighs and that's not okay." He clarified and I just smiled.
"Harry they are okay, I'm changing on set. Its not like I'll be in the shorts all day." I argued.
"You are married Niall, dress like a married man, please." Harry rubbed his temples.
"Babe my outfit is not what's bothering you, tell me what's wrong." I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his torso.
"I wore these kinds of clothes almost everyday when we were in Paris and you were totally okay with it." I rested my head on his chest as I continued speaking.
"I was always with you on our honeymoon, it's just people talk Ni and I just ugh.... can I drop you off?" He asked instead.
I didn't know what that was about but this is so not like Harry. What was going on?
Since when did he start caring about my outfit choices?
But if it made him happy then I'll go for it.
"Yeah you can drop me off but give me a minute I'll be back." I said and ran upstairs to change into some skinny jeans.
When I came back down, we left the house and got in his car.
