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fifteen

The next morning, Niall bounced out of bed and woken Harry up excitedly. "Harry!" He yelled as he jumped on Harry's bed. "You've got to get up! Our dates are at noon!"

Harry groaned and burrowed himself down into the pillows. "Leave me alone, Niall." He swatted at the boy's legs and tried to knock him off the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower," Niall said quickly. He climbed down from the bed before Harry could knock him off. "You better have both eyes open when I get out."

When Niall came back out with soaking, shaggy hair and damp skin, Harry was still buried under the blankets with little snores escaping from his mouth. "Harry!" Niall shouted, slapping his cheek lightly. "It's time for you to get up! I will drag you into the shower!"

Harry groaned and cuddled further into the pillow again. "Go 'way!"

"Haz, if you want your date with Louis, you'll get your ass out of bed. Otherwise, I'll drive myself to London and be sure to never come back," Niall threatened. "Get up, or you might make your favorite celebrity cry."

This time, Harry did sit up sleepily in bed. "Make him cry?" He asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What?"

"Liam said he was really excited," Niall said slowly, trying to get it through Harry's head. "It would be a shame for you to miss it."

"I'll get up!" Harry climbed out of bed far too fast. He stumbled and nearly fell into Niall. "Head rush," he mumbled and walked quickly into the bathroom. Niall giggled to himself.

He walked over to the duffel bag he packed and began pulling out the clothes he brought for his date with Liam. They were casually nice, just like Liam had told him to bring.

"I hope he likes this," Niall murmured, smoothing his shirt down. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since Harry left for the shower, so Niall walked over and banged on the door. "Hurry up, you tosser! I need you to do my hair!"

"I'm hurrying!" Harry yelled back. Niall listened as the water shut off, and he backed away from the door.

"What should I wear?" Harry asked as he walked out of the bathroom. He shook his hair out like a dog would. The towel was low on his hips.

"Probably something casual and nice like I am. And do your hair up nice. Speaking of hair, will you do mine?" Niall asked, bouncing on the edge of Harry's bed.

"Go brush your teeth and I will," Harry promised. "But help me pick something out first."

Niall walked over to Harry's closet and pulled out of pair of his ever famous black skinny jeans. "Are these in any good condition?" He wondered. He checked all the pockets and the knees. "Yep, these will be good." He threw them over to Harry. "Now, you need a shirt that won't show very much cleavage."

Harry whined. "Why not!"

"Because it's a first date, Harry," Niall scolded. "That's third date stuff!"

Harry laughed along with Niall and put on the clothes that the blonde picked out. "Let's go brush our teeth and then I'll do your hair for you." Harry shoved Niall toward the bathroom. Niall squealed gleefully and skipped into the bathroom.

He was so excited that he was going to see Liam today. Niall knew that he needed to use his time wisely; it might be the last time he saw Liam for months. Niall knew the schedule. There would only be one more concert in London in three days, and then the boys would be jetted off to Sweden before Niall could blink.

"You okay?" Harry asked, shoving Niall's shoulder with his. "You've been zoned out for the past minute. You nearly got toothpaste on your clothes."

"Yeah," Niall murmured distractedly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit distracted." He continued brushing his teeth. Harry gave him a concerned look, but he said nothng else.

Harry grabbed the hair gel that he kept specifically for Niall from under his counter. "You're seventeen, and you still can't do your own hair," Harry tutted playfully.

"I can!" Niall protested. "It just doesn't look good. Besides, you're Harry so you should obviously be able to do hair!" Harry laughed loudly and began brushing through Niall's hair.

"I guess you're right," he muttered. things were quiet for the next ten minutes while Harry fixed Niall's hair. "Is it nearly time to leave?"

Niall looked at his clock and nodded. "We might as well leave now. Better be a few minutes early than a few minutes late." Harry nodded and stumbled around the room trying to find his car keys.

"Here they are!" Harry exclaimed, nearly throwing the keys behind him in excitement. "Let's go."

Niall skipped out of the room with Harry close behind him. "I'm so excited!" Niall screeched. Harry just laughed from behind him. "Aren't you excited? You're going on a date with Louis Tomlinson!"

"Of course I'm excited!" Harry laughed. "I'm just a bit more put together."

Niall pouted at Harry's words. "I'm just really, really excited! I just hope his date works out better than the first one."

"It will," Harry promised. "Liam'll do better this time."

"Oh, I can't believe you're going on a date with Louis!" Niall squealed again. "You're going to be a beautiful couple, I know it!"

"Calm down, bud," Harry patted Niall's hair as he started the car. "It's just the first date. We'll see how things go."

"If they don't go well, I might just slap Louis across the face," Niall admitted. "Who wouldn't like you? You've got the curly hair, nice cleavage, and long legs. He'd have to be a right bore not to like you, and Louis motherfucking Tomlinson is not a right bore."

Harry laughed again. "I guess you're right. but whether or not he likes me, I suppose we'll see."

"If he doesn't I'll slap him," Niall warned again.

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i added another makeup pic bc that's literally all i've done today

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