Love In A Hopeless Place {Narry}

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

        I wake up to my head pounding like a mother fucker. My back is killing me, and I feel sore, and I'm freezing my ass off. My eyelids feel to heavy to open at the moment so I reach up and rub them. I feel a heated blanket on me and something heavy on my chest... moving? I crack one eye open and see a husky that's only a puppy still, but it plopped it's big hairy ass on my beautiful chest and is wagging it's tail happily while looking down at me. I sigh and take in my surroundings.

I'm laying on a red couch that actually looks more like a bus couch thingy, the heated blanket is green with shamrocks all over it. My head is resting on a pretty comfy pillow, and the dog is walking all over my torso. I look to my left, where a window is, am I on a tour bus?

"Nando!" I hear someone with a thick Irish accent say. The dog on my chest barks and stands up, stomping on me. I groan and grab the dogs side's to stop the unpleasant moving. "Nando, where are ya!?" the person calls again. The dog -or Nando- barks again.  A few seconds later, a short, kind of muscular, blond/brown haired bloke walks in. "There you are. Hey, stop stomping on that poor guy!" he scolds the dog.The dog hops off of me and runs to his owner. He picks up the dog and holds his hand out to me. "Hi mate, I'm Niall."

I take his hand with a confused look on my face and he chuckles. "I know who you are, you-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm a pop teen sensation, the Niall Horan, don't fan girl." he cuts me off.

"No, you told me when we walked back to this bus. Conceded much?"

"Uh, no?"

"Whatever. I'm Harry, bait boy, the Harry Styles, don't fan girl." I mock him.

He finally takes his hand back and laughs. I smile up at him and let out a small chuckle.

"You are such an idiot." he gets out. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Yeah, maybe a little bit of both." I tell him.

"Alright, I'll go make you something." he says, putting down Nando. Nando sits down on the carpeted floor and watches his master walk into the... kitchen? Pretty sure it's a kitchen.

While I'm laying here, my mind drifts off, as usual. But, is Nathan ok? Before I went out hunting, I left him with my mother. Zayn and Louis went out on a date. Oh boy, if Louis knew where I was right this minute he would drop everything he's doing and be here in a heart beat. Because, duh, I'm in Niall fucking Horan's tour bus. I should probably text them and tell them I'll be home later. Wait, fuck! Where's my fucking phone!? Shit, what if it fell in the lake with me?

I scramble off the couch quickly and walk in the direction Niall went. Once I enter the kitchen, I see Niall standing in front of the stove, quietly singing and wiggling his really, really fit bum. He's only in his pajama bottoms and no shirt. Wow, but that's a really nice ass... c-can I play with it?

"Can you play with what?" He speaks up, startling me. Did I really just say that out loud?

"N-nothin'." I say and walk over to the tiny table in the middle and sit down. Niall walks over to the cabinets and pulls out a plate, walking back over to the stove and piling some stuff onto it. He places the plate in front of me and I mumble a quick 'thank you'. He made pancakes with some bacon and a peice of toast with some Nutella on it. He then sets of glass of milk in front of me.

"So, Harry. What did you want to play with."

I choke on my food that was half way down my throat and he pats my back. Once I catch my breath I gap at him, openig and closing my mouth like a fich out of water.