Make Me Beg ➸ Larry Stylinson

four

Harry's POV:

The sun seems obnoxiously bright in my bedroom as I rub my eyes. The alarm clock next to my bed is beeping and I blink a few times, trying to get rid of the morning blurriness, before properly being able to make out the time.

6:30 a.m.

I let out a sigh and swing my hand towards the clock, hitting the snooze button with a bit more force than what's probably necessary, and causing the beeping to temporarily stop. 

My mattress feels warm and inviting, willing me to stay put and fall back asleep. But I know I have to get moving or I'll sleep right through the whole workday.

I throw the sheets and blankets off of me and literally roll out of bed. Unfortunately, I'm so tired that I forget to actually stop rolling and end up falling on the floor with a loud thud. A fit of laughter erupts from the direction of the armchair in the corner of my room.

I rub my bum and slowly stand up, looking around to see Niall on a cushioney chair, wrapped in his own set of blankets. He's already got a whole plate of what appears to be french toast, breakfast potatoes, and sausages, and I'm suddenly aware of the delicious smells that have filled my room.

"Shut up, 's not funny," I grumble.

"I'll bring a camera next time I sleepover because I would've killed to get that on video," He hiccups then resumes his laughing fit.

"You just kept rolling and rolling like there was no tomorrow, and then BOOM you rolled right off the bed and landed on your arse!"

I roll my eyes but crack a smile at my idiotic best friend. After the movie last night, we were both so tired that we just crashed at my place instead of parting ways and getting Niall a taxi back to his flat.

His laughing eventually dies down and he resumes showing french toast into his mouth as if he hasn't eaten in a month.

Ten dollars says he's eaten a full breakfast before this one.

I wait for him to swallow before trying to spark a half-hearted conversation with him. 

"Niall?"

He doesn't seem to notice my lame attempt, and takes another huge bite, this time of sausage. I clear my throat, and he looks up and tries to smile, but his mouth is too full for that. He chews for a few seconds longer before swallowing and putting down his fork.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask.

"I've had better sleep, but it wasn't too bad. At least your lovely little chair is comfortable."

"You could've crashed on the sofa downstairs you know," I say matter of factly, but Niall shakes his head.

"I was on the sofa, but then you had another episode so I came up here to check on you. I ended up falling asleep in the chair while I waited for it to be over."

 I feel my cheeks blush and give an apologetic smile. "I'm impressed you managed to sleep through it, but thank you. For coming in and all."

"Don't worry, it really wasn't a problem." He looks down at his steaming plate of food and then back up at me. "I'll be gone soon, just want to finish breakfast."

"Stay however long, I don't mind. I'm just going to get ready; today I have a shoot and then a brainstorming meeting with some of the other designers and I can't be late."

Niall nods quickl before diving back into his breakfast. I smile, thankful he ended up sleeping in my room instead of the sofa. Better to be safe than sorry.