"Harry!"
Harry lifts his head up from the cutting board full of garlic right as Niall parks himself at the edge of his station. "What's up, Niall? Here for some garlic? Beat the flu season?"
"Nah, just popping in to check on you," Niall swirls the drink he's holding. "What are you making?"
"Oh, god," Harry straightens up, the knife still in his hand. "Niall. This is one of the best things you could possibly make with garlic. So you got garlic, you got honey. But them together and bam , you have fermented garlic honey. Genius! I love it. You can put it on anything, in anything. Literal gold."
"Sounds cool," Niall nods, surveying the countertop. "You want a drink? I'm trying out this new one. You would love it. Strong but fruity enough."
Harry scoffs. "It's like, ten in the morning, Niall."
Niall shrugs, "good at any time of the day." He takes a sip of his drink, this light-pink mix with some rosemary sticking out of the glass. He moans over the taste, smacking his lips. "You sure you don't want some?"
"Yes, of course, I'm sure, I don't do day drinking," Harry cocks his head. "Well, not morning drinking. Try again at two PM."
"You know that bar I recommend to you and Zayn the other day?" Niall says, taking another sip. Harry freezes. "They have a similar drink there but something's off about the flavour. This is my spin on it. Did you have it there?"
"I don't think so," Harry says quickly before he turns to the camera. "Jeffrey, you're cutting this out. I don't need my dirty laundry out here."
Jeff gives Harry a thumbs up. He's already thinking about an animation of a clothesline with underpants.
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Fanfiction"Alright," Harry blinks, walking away. He nearly trips over nothing as he walks backwards, watching Zayn crack an egg in one hand and drop the insides into the bowl. He gives Jeff a look once he turns around and regains his balance. The corners of h...
