ocean eyes [ l.s ]

~12~

A/N: i was putting this chapter off for longer than i should have but here's 12. enjoy and don't forget to vote, takes a moment but means a lot x.

special shoutout to sarah, poppy and ella for proof reading and helping me through a couple of my creative breakdowns.
happy valentines day! hope it was worth the wait.

disclaimer: please note that this is a work of fiction and in no way reflects to how i see the character's, their families or the reality. it is in no way meant to be offensive and if someone feels like it is, i'm sorry.

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It was Sunday morning and there really isn’t an acceptable hour before noon for one’s alarm to be going off. But it was the day of the Polo Charity Gala and Harry had to make himself look presentable if he wanted to fit into the world of the rich and pretentious as his dear friend Scott back home would have loved to say. Oh, if he could only see Harry now.

Harry reached for his phone lazily and turned the alarm off, squinting at the oh so bright screen.
There was an unread message notification.

Louis: had loads of fun tonight. dream sweet, haz. looking forward to tomorrow xxx.

Harry’s heart may have done a backflip and his stomach may have filled with butterflies, but he’d never admit that to himself.

He fell back onto his pillow, a shit eating grin spreading across his face as he held his phone to his chest.

He’s so gone. Too gone for his own good.

He allowed himself another ten minutes to just lay there, but then it was time to shower.

When he was back from the shower, with just a towel around his waist, Niall was still asleep.
Harry threw a glance at his sleeping back and decided to check on him.

“Hey Niall,” he said, hovering over his face and shaking his hair like a dog, covering Niall’s face with cold droplets of water.

Niall flinched and his eyes shot open.
“What the fuck, Harry?”

Harry cackled and walked across the room to his wardrobe. “Just checking to see if you’re alive, is all. Looked like you weren’t breathing.”

“You’re insufferable,” Niall muttered, rubbing his face and sitting up groggily.

Harry blew a kiss at Niall from where he was standing and smiled cheekily.

“You love me really. Couldn’t spend a day without me.”

“Harry, it’s fucking 9.45 am on a Sunday morning. Why am I awake??”

“The Gala?” Harry replied, cocking an eyebrow and throwing random clothes at his bed to choose an outfit from.

Niall groaned, “Oh that thing.”

“Yeah, that thing.” Harry widened his eyes for emphasis.

Niall dragged himself out of bed and stretched his skinny arms above his head, arching his back with a grunt. He scratched his stomach as he looked around for his toiletries, mind still muddled up with sleep.

“How are you getting there?” Harry asked, pulling on boxer briefs and socks.

“Mum’s picking me up,” Niall replied, having finally located his things and headed to the shower.

Harry was blow-drying his fringe into a quiff when Niall entered the room again.

“Look at you, you look like a human being!” Harry exclaimed over the noise.