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The roar of a lawnmower somewhere in the neighborhood rouses Niall from sleep and he pulls the pillow over his head to block out the noise. His mind may not be fully functioning but his nose never fails him and this morning it detects the smell of breakfast too strong to be coming from anywhere but his kitchen. Pulling himself out of bed he stretches, gives his balls a scratch and shuffles down the hall. Harry is standing in front of the stove, singing softly to Mully who's circling his ankles in hopes of a handout.
"What's all this?" He leans, giving his ass cheek a scratch and wonders, not for the first time, why everything itches when you've just woken up.
"M'hungover, need a fry up. Made enough for two if you're hungry," Harry turns, grinning over a pan of bacon, sausage, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, beans and toast. Niall pushes himself away from the wall and walks to the sink, washing his hands before reaching into the cupboard for plates. When he places them on the table, Harry divides the feast.
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"Where d'you keep your silverware?" Harry asks, setting the pan into the sink.
Niall stuffs a piece of bacon into his mouth and points to a drawer, then pours coffee and places two mugs on the table. Sitting across from Harry, he takes a grateful sip.
"Can't believe you did all this," Niall smiles at him, chewing a bite of egg. "How's your head?"
"Feels like there's a jackhammer inside, but I've survived worse," he shrugs. "My own fault."
"I'm sorry for what happened last night.
Harry looks over at Niall. "Is there something goin on between the two of ya? I mean, I know I left and didn't respond to your messages, it'd serve me right if ya moved on," he looks away again, unable to hide his jealousy . "Just didn't think you'd burn rubber doin it."
"No, Derek's my ex. I didn't know he'd be opening. Emmy knows I'm not interested in her, they all like givin me shit about him and her fans like when she hangs on me so she's playin that up.
"I was stupid goin t'that club. I'd been there with Marion, so I wandered in and was led to the VIP area. Shots seemed like a good idea," he shakes his head. "Seein that post of you two online," he shrugs, "well I got the first flight I could and when that guy asked me if I was the complication keepin you two apart," he looks away. "Do you really think of me as a complication?"
"He asked why I'm not seein anyone and I told him it's complicated. I never said you are a complication. He's a weasel, Don't listen to anything he says."
"I was angry, wanted t'show ya I didn't care." He pauses, placing his knife and fork on his plate. "Thanks for pickin me up and not lettin me get myself in trouble. It won't happen again, I promise."
Niall watches Harry as he stumbles over these words, not willing to look Niall in the eye. He doesn't doubt he genuinely means them, but it's obvious that the whole incident set him back.
