complicated. [n.s]

24. finally

"i think that's all of my stuff."

"the house is going to get really lonely without you here."

"i think you mean you're going to get really lonely with me here."

"i might've meant that."

harry was packing up his bags and niall was helping him a bit. since niall had seemed to have gotten in a better - mood-wise and in general - harry could leave his house. neither of the boys were excited for it.

"it's going to be strange going back to my house. i've gotten used to your place."

"it's only been a week and half, hasn't it?"

"well, yeah, but so much has happened."

"that's true. it's crazy how much things can change in a week and a half."

"innit it?"

"mhm."

"i think i'm all packed up and ready to go."

"uh, okay. you sure you're not forgetting anything? you might have a few things lying around downstairs or clothes in the washing machine and dryer."

"hey, it's not like we're never gonna see each other again. i'm sure i can pick them up next time i see you."

"or i can drop them off at your place later."

"that eager to see me again, horan?"

"don't flatter yourself, styles."

"i'm not flattering myself, just stating the facts."

"get out of my house."

"don't tell me what to do."

"oh god, you're so lucky i like you."

"you know you wouldn't do anything to me if you didn't."

"stop stalling and leave already."

"you're gonna miss me."

"nope."

"when i'm gone."

"stop."

"when i'm gone."

"harry."

"you're gonna miss me when i'm gone."

niall was playfully pushing harry out of his house, a giant smile on his face, while harry continued to sing.

"you're gonna miss me by my hair, you're gonna miss me everywhere."

harry was walking out the door and niall was watching him walk down the path in niall's yard.

"oh, you're gonna miss me when i'm gone."

something snapped in niall.

"wait, harry!"

harry turned around and niall started running down the steps of his house and towards harry. harry didn't know what to expect, but then niall threw his arms around harry and connected their lips together.

it was like a kiss you'd see in movies. harry slowly lowered his hands to niall's hips, kissing him back. it wasn't a rough kiss, but it definitely wasn't soft. both had a lot of past experience so it wasn't sloppy either.

it was absolutely perfect.

harry was the first to pull away and just stared at niall in awe, his wet lips parted slightly in shock.

"you can leave now."

"what was that for?"

"i just wanted to kiss you."

"holy shit. holy... wow, okay. i don't even know how to react right now."

"you can kiss me again."

"i think i will."

so harry did kiss him again. and somewhere in between that kiss, harry said one word against niall's lips.

"finally."