Look After You

Morning of half-assed answers

Bright golden rays stream through the crystal clear window, the morning tune of the bird's starting up as the sun rose high in the bright blue sun.

However, it was not the sun's burning wispy arms nor was it the gently but loud singing of the flying creatures that awoke me from slumber land, but the sniffling and turning of a certain brown curly haired eighteen year old.

"Harry?" I groggily place the body on top of me, blue eyes slowly blinking as I struggled to grasp the thread of reality that was rather translucent right now. "Is that-what the-?"

A groan escapes pink lips as blue eyes continue blinking, trying in vain to wink away the lingering temptations of pure darkness and sweet, sweet slumber.

"Mhm?" Harry responds, his voice deep with the aftermaths of sleep, emerald green eyes slowly fluttering open like a blue-jay's wings taking off for flight.

Blue eyes connect with sleepy green, my mind finally coming back to life as the memory wave of last night came crashing into me, not only snapping me awake but also causing me to fall flat on to the floor.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed, blue eyes snapping shut as I groaned in pain before I remembered a certain boy...who probable fell with-

"Oh shit Harry! Are you okay?" I quickly inquired, blue eyes snapping open and connecting with glaring green as I realized that in falling off the couch, I had taken Harry with me.

"Oh just peachy, it's not like I don't wake up every morning tumbling to floor," Harry grumbled, pink lips turned upside down as he responded.

"I'm not the one who goes barging into people's homes without answering any of their questions," I snap back before wincing, cursing myself for being so rude when it was my fault (though Harry wasn't entirely innocent).

"Mate I'm-" I slowly start to apologize before I'm cut off by Harry, his voice soft and green eyes downcast.

"No, don't be Niall, I shouldn't have snapped at you after all you had done for me," Harry quietly murmured, hands tugging at the hem of his now dried shirt.

"It's the morning," I finally settled on a response as I moved off of Harry, offering him not only my hand but a soft smile as well. "No one's truly awake at this time, or nice."

"Right," Harry returned the smile, gratitude radiating from the simple turn of his lips before he took my hand, allowing me to right us both.

"So, uh," I start before trailing off, my hand coming up to card through my dyed blond hair. "Breakfast?" I finally settled on something I was good at.

"You can cook?" Harry looked surprised, but intrigued as well as if he hadn't the slightest clue.

Which he didn't because I couldn't cook to save my life.

"No," Irish colored cheeks flush red with blood, my lips curling into a sheepish grin as I rubbed the back of my head. "I was actually hoping you did."

Thankfully, my unexpected guest wasn't angry but amused.

"Making the guest work, aren't you Niall?" Harry teasingly said as I lead him towards the kitchen, his lips turned into a soft hopeful line.

"I'm hungry," I shrug, grinning as Harry softly chuckled before instantly taking control, taking out pots and pans and food items with my directions.

A comfortable silence descends around us, blue eyes tracking ever move the emerald green eyed heartthrob made.

'Okay, so, how do I go about this without ruining it?' I silently wondered, blue eyes still following Harry as I struggled to figure out how to ask Harry about last night.