Niall stood in the doorway of the small laundry room, watching his boyfriend meticulously fold clothing item after clothing item.
"Harry," he knew he was whining but it wasn't his fault. The two boys had been cooped up in the house for nearly a week because of England and it's fucking rain and Niall was nearly out of his mind. "I'm bored."
"I'm busy Niall." Harry said simply, adding a shirt he had been working on to the pile of finished clothes. Outside the tiny window above the machine, lightning crashed and Niall sighed.
"You've been doing laundry all day, can't we do something else?" He pleaded.
"What would you have us do in this weather?"
"I don't know, we could go shopping?"
"Don't fancy getting mobbed today."
"We could go hang out with the other boys?"
"Louis and Liam are visiting their families and Zayn has a date with Perrie tonight."
Niall ran his hands frustratedly through his hair, wracking his brain for something to do.
"Why don't you come over here and help me? It'll give you something to do and I'll be done quicker." Harry drawled. Niall wrinkled his nose but relented anyway with a heavy sigh. He made his way into the dimly lit room, tinged almost blue by the storm outside. When Harry still hadn't given him any kind of instruction Niall just shrugged and picked up a random shirt from the heap of clothes on the small table beside their dryer, folding it as best he could. The end result looked less than ideal but Niall decided it'd have to do, adding it to the pile of Harry's perfectly creased garments. After a good two minutes the redundant activity began to bore Niall so he let his eyes and mind wander elsewhere. He focused in on Harry, or more specifically the way the muscles in his back would glide under his smooth skin with each fold of fabric. The lack of clean clothes had caused him to opt for a more natural look, standing there in only his boxers much to Niall's viewing pleasure. He had gotten so caught up in the concentrated look on Harry's face that he fumbled with his hands and ended up knocking over the entire pile of folded clothes. Immediately his hands flew up to his mouth in horror, Harry closing his eyes and taking a deep breath through the nose.
"Harry I'm so sorry I'll-"
"S'fine, Niall. Just sit down and don't touch anything."
"Yeah, alright." Niall sighed, dropping his head and jumping delicately onto the small table. He watched as Harry picked up the fallen laundry, salvaging any folds that remained in tact. Again the silence began to get to him, all the pent up energy from days spent indoors causing him to twitched about. He reached for the detergent bottle and busied himself with reading the label, then picked up the box of dryer sheets to take a deep whiff. Once that had lost his charm he began to run his fingers over the soft, warm threads of the freshly dried clothes until Harry glared at him and he snapped his hand back to his side. The stillness was short lived however and he began to literally bounce in his seat, eyes flying around the room at a rapid pace, taking in every detail he had never taken the time to care about before. Had the walls always been white? He heard Harry sigh beside him and suddenly a very warm, very imposing body was between his legs. Harry reached up and grabbed hold of his jaw, forcing his attention to remain solely on him.
"Niall." He said sternly and the Irish boy tried to looked away in shame but couldn't due to Harry's strong grip. "You need to relax."
"I can't Haz, I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't do something!" He explained desperately. Harry dropped his head for a moment, shaking it with exasperation before looking Niall straight in the eye. A moment later his plump lips were colliding with the blondes. Harry took charge of the kiss instantly, ignoring Niall's pleads for entrance and instead choosing to take his time. It was slow and drawn out but passionate all the same, eventually he licked his lips gently against the smaller boys mouth who opened his happily, coaxing Harry's tongue in with his own. Again Harry slowed down the pace, almost hugging his and Niall's tongues together, caressing the warm muscle in a loving manner. Niall sighed contentedly as Harry thoroughly explored his mouth, not missing a single crevice. When the brunette began to pull away Niall whined low in his throat, reaching out to grab onto Harry's shoulders in alarm.
