“Just a bit further love.” Niall’s voice was soft and sweet in your ear. You were leaning against him with your arm over his shoulder and his arm around your waist guiding you in the direction of his car. “Here we are. Jus wait right here love don’t ya move.” You just shooed him off as he let go of your waist and made a move to the drivers side door of his car. You didn’t realize how much you were leaning on him until he was no longer supporting you.
“I’m gonna,” you couldn’t finish your sentence before your knees made contact with the sidewalk. “Fall.” You mumbled as you fell backwards onto your bottom causing your now scrapped knees to be seen, you rolled your eyes when you saw they were bleeding. When Niall rounded the back of his car you could tell by how wide his eyes got that he wasn’t expecting to see you on the ground. “I jus like melted or somethin.” Niall just let out a sigh as he crouched down beside you, you just shrugged when he looked at your knees before making eye contact with you.
“Can’t leave ya for a minute can I love,” he put an arm around your waist and lifted you back to your feet causing you to get a bit dizzy. “Come on let’s get in the car and get ya home so I can look at da damage done to yer knees.” He opened his passenger side door and he had to hide his laugh as you sort of just fell into the seat.
“Safety first!” You exclaimed as he reached over you to fasten your seatbelt before closing the door and jogging around the car to get into the drivers seat. When he put the car in drive you slowly leaned over the center consul and grabbed his hand that he had rested on his thigh. “Ya got big ole man hands!” Your words came out half mumbled and half yelling causing Niall to just laugh and shake his head. You took his hand and placed it in your lap.
“How ya feelin love?” His tone was full of concern and you just smiled a goofy smile at him in return, you gave his hand that was in your lap a little pat.
“I feel good,” you replied and he just nodded his head as if he was agreeing with you. “But I will feel way better when we get home!” This caused Niall to laugh a bit as he turned and looked at you for a moment before putting his attention back on the road.
“Why is that love?” You just moved his hand from your lap and placed it back on his thigh as you leaned over the center trying to get as close to his ear as possible.
“We are gonna have sex!” You wanted it to come out as a whisper but it was more of a shout. You plopped back down into your seat as Niall just shook his head as he pulled into the driveway of the house you two shared. You watched him look at your for a moment before getting out of the car.
“Come on love, lets get you inside shall we?” He held his hands out for you, when you finally managed to unbuckle yourself you ignored his hands and just dove into him. He was quick to catch you as you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested on your hips. “A lil warnin would’ve been nice.” Was all he said before you felt him twist around so your back was now facing the house.
With a thump you dropped your arms from around his neck so he could take your hands and lead you into the house. You smiled as the scent of your home filled your nose and you instantly became more relaxed and wanted nothing more than to drop to the floor right there and go to sleep.
“Oh no ya don’t love.” Was all you heard before you felt Niall’s arm around your waist. “Not gonna sleep in da hall, we gotta get ya cleaned up a bit.” Before you could register what was happening he had his arm tucked under your knee and the other still around your waist as he lifted you up. You wrapped your arm around his neck as you laid your head on his shoulder.
“Mm not tired.” You mumbled as he carried you down the hall to the bedroom. He plopped you on the bed and you instantly closed your eyes as you felt the softness of your pillow under your head. Niall just laughed and shook his head as he carefully took off your shoes. “There ya go again getin all handsy!” Niall rolled his eyes as he continued to undress you, “you and your silly slow hands.” You started giggling as you felt Niall hook his thumb under your shorts trying to get them off without causing you any discomfort.
“Oh ya know you love dat song.” You just nodded as he tossed your shorts to the side, he leaned closer to you and gave your forehead a sweet kiss causing you to smile.
“Well don’t ya come in here wit ya fast hands.” This made Niall laugh as he made you sit up so he could help get your shirt off. You gave him a half assed wink that made him just shake his head as he turned around and headed into the closet. “Oh I get ta sleep in your shirt!” You clapped your hands in excitement as you saw him return to your side with a t shirt in his hands.
“Come on and try to get some sleep love, I will get ya some Advil for in da mornin.” He had to help you get the shirt on when you found yourself struggling to find the arm holes. You just let out a huff as you laid back down and when you felt something cold on your knees you jerked a little bit. “Relax love, just some ointment so these cuts don’t get infected.” You relaxed more as the words left his mouth.
“Love playin Dr wit you.” You mumbled but you knew he heard you when you heard him laugh a bit before you felt him place a kiss to each knee over the bandaids. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep so you didn’t see him turn the light off or feel him climb into bed next to you, but you knew he was there when you turned into your side and he instantly wrapped his arms around you bringing your back flush against his chest.
“Awe we were s'posed ta have sex” you half mumbled half whispered, you felt Niall’s chest rumble as he had to fight back a laugh. He just gave you a little squeeze before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Goodnight love,” was the last thing you heard before you completely drifted off to sleep. Niall just kissed the back of your neck, he didn’t mind taking care of you he enjoyed being the one who got to see your silly drunk side.
He liked knowing you were well taken care of because he was the one doing it. He didn’t mind holding your hair if you got sick, he didn’t mind listening to you flirt with him using ridiculous one liners. He loved that you got a little grabby when drunk and he especially loved how much you cuddled with him when he could finally wrangle you into the bed.
‘Can I talk to you?’ were probably the 5 words that you hated the most. There was just something about it that made you want to panic and curl into a ball on the floor. It could be a positive thing, or it could be a negative thing, but you never knew which one it was when someone said that to you! How were you supposed to prepare yourself?? You couldn’t!!
“Y/N? I need a response here.” Harry’s voice popped you out of your little existential crisis bubble, making you turn around to face him with a sheepish smile.
“Right, yep. Uh… Yeah! We can talk. Just give me a second to finish washing up.” You held up the soapy sponge in your hand, Harry giving you a nod before heading towards the living room. Now that you had a moment of peace… It was time to freak out. What the hell was going on? Why did he want to talk to you? Maybe you did something weird. You were a weird person, but he seemed to like weird people, otherwise, you wouldn’t have become one of his closest friends! Oh, god. What if Niall told Harry you had a crush on him? You were drunk, and Niall had always been your drinking buddy, so when it slipped out that you thought Harry was cute, you made Niall promise to never tell. But Niall was terrible with secrets, and-
“Y/N, I’m not gettin’ any younger out here!” You cursed to yourself, rinsing the suds off of your hands before drying them on your shirt, quickly padding to the living room.
“Alright, calm down. What’s up?” You tried your best to act as casual as possible, seating yourself across from Harry before you crossed your legs.
“Okay, this is… It’s something that I’ve been wanting to tell yeh for a while now. The thought dawned on me like a year into our friendship, and I know we’ve been friends for nearly 4 years now, but I don’t know if I can hold it back anymore.” This was odd. Harry wasn’t usually this… rambly. He was always so calm and collected, so this was a whole new side of him. What was he even talking about? Something that happened a year into the friendship… What could it be? “-So yeah, that’s what I wanted to tell you. And if you don’ feel the same way and you need some space to think, I completely understand. I just want you to know I hope this doesn’t impact our relationship, cos you’re one of my closest friends and it would kill me to lose you.” Wait, what? What did he say?? You completely missed out on the most important part of the conversation because you were stressing about what Harry was going to say when you could’ve found out by just listening!
“Uh, I…” You paused, considering pretending to have heard what he had said. But then again, if he were to bring it up in the future, you’d have no clue what he’d be talking about. “I have to be honest, I wasn’t listening…” Harry paused for a second, fighting to hide a smile before he let out a breath. Of course you weren’t listening - Such a Y/N move.
“I… I really like you. More than a friend should.” And with that, you felt like your heart was going to explode. He liked you? He liked you back? You were in complete and utter shock, you weren’t sure how to react because Harry liked you. He had options like Kendall Jenner yet he preferred you! The whole idea of it made your head spin, a dopey smile growing on your face.
“You like me?” You managed to breath out after about a minute of you staring off into space, Harry nodding slowly as he tried to decipher what kind of a reaction you were giving him. “I… uh, I like you too.” You cleared your throat, bringing yourself back to reality. Your cheeks heated up slightly at the confession, a shy smile playing on your lips. Harry perked up almost immediately, his own cheeks turning a shade of red as well.
“Oh! Tha’s… Tha’s good. Exactly what I wanted t’ hear.” Harry paused before he spoke up again. “S’a shame Niall didn’t tell me you liked me earlier - I would’ve made a move a long time ago!”
Being in love with one of the most talked about musicians at the moment is one of the most riveting yet somewhat bothersome thing in the world.
For the last few months, you have pretty much had him all to yourself, give and take the time he spent dedicated to his new album. Mostly, the two of you had the time together, just the two of you, privately and secretly jet-setting to many different places. No worries, no fans, no interruptions, just a carefree boyfriend you did not have to share with the world. But now, now you have to share him with the world as he releases his pride and joy into the world.
It is one in the morning, the celebrations are still going on, the launch party working well for Harry’s family and friends who have been just as eager as everyone else to hear his ‘baby’ as he has referred to it a few times in the last few months.
You bring your second margarita to your lips, indulging in the luscious taste of tequila and lime as it touches the tip of your lips. Your eyes lift from your drink to scan the large area of happy, somewhat drunk friends, dancing along to the music. You smile as you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend laughing away with a group of friends, a beer in his hand, as his mates nudge each other playfully.
You casually walk over to the men, smiling as they greet you enthusiastically, “Y/N, contain your boyfriend and his witty jokes.” Niall babbles, giggling to himself,
“Are you lot getting drunk?” You gasp, looking up at Harry as he shines his green eyes at you.
“Us? Drunk? Never.” Niall shakes his head, “But, it looks like you are gettin’ drunk.” He gestures towards the glass in your hands. You roll your eyes at him, Harry’s arm sneaking around you, gently pulling you into him.
In which you get too drunk with Niall in Manhattan and Harry takes care of you..
“Wakey, Wakey, please don’t be nakey,” your eyes open to the rough Irish drawl. Niall is standing in the open door to your bedroom with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a mug, undoubtedly full of the instant regret in liquid form.
“Fuck off,” you wave your arm at him and turn over, pushing your body further into Harry’s, who is conveniently still fast asleep.
“Nuh uh,” Niall continues, taking a long sip from his mug. “Today is my day and you lot promised to spend it doing whatever I wanted.”
You groan again and push your knee into Harry’s back. “Harry, deal with the blonde please.”
He grabs your knee, his large hands circling your entire knee, and swings around to face you. He drags your leg over him and pulls your body flush against him, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You melt into him, waking up with him made it impossible to get out of bed most days.
“I’m givin’ ye 10 minutes and then I’m coming back with shots,” Niall calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the room.
“He’s being serious isn’t he?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The idea of drinking whiskey first thing in the morning makes your stomach swirl.
Harry nods into your neck. “St. Patrick’s day is ‘his day,’” he laughed, mocking Niall’s Irish accent. “You don’t have to take the shot, I know you don’t like whiskey.”
“She’s taking it,” Niall was back in the doorway. “No getting out of this, (Y/N), I’ve been saving this bottle for a month now.”
“It’s like you hate me or something,” you sigh as you push yourself up and your legs swing across the side of the bed, disentangling yourself from Harry’s lanky limbs. “What time is it anyway?” you stretch your arms wide above your head.
“9 a.m.,” Niall grins widely and hands you a shot glass nearly filled to the brim with the golden liquor. Harry sits up and scoots next to you taking his own shot from Niall.
“You really do hate me,” you grimace, the smell of the liquor hitting your nose.
Niall gasps. “If I hated ye, I wouldn’t be givin’ ye this quality of whiskey,” he looks genuinely offended.
“Where’s your shot glass then?”
“The Irish don’t need shots,” he laughs, taking a swig from the bottle to make his point.
“We should just get this over with,” Harry nudges your bare knee with his. “It will at least give us a few minutes without the little leprechaun.”
You roll your eyes but clink your glass with Harry’s and raise your glass to Niall as he holds the ¾ full bottle up. The liquor burns down your throat and you shiver involuntarily in the seconds after swallowing. Harry squeezes your knee, having knocked the shot back with little more than a tip of his head.
“Happy?” you ask, holding the glass out for Niall to take.
“Very, now get dressed we’re heading to the pub in 30,” he grabs the glasses and skips from the room.
“I’m not going to survive today, I should just stay in bed,” you groan, climbing under the massive patterned quilt, creating a cave around yourself.
“No you don’t,” Harry laughs, grabbing a hold of the quilt and tugging it off, leaving you exposed to the cold air. “C’mon, it’ll be fun, this is the drunkest you’ll probably ever see Niall.”
“I highly doubt that,” you roll your eyes.
“Come on, if you get up now I promise that later I’ll do that thing with my tongue that makes you squeal,” he quirks his eyebrows up and smirks as you blush.
You cover your face with a pillow to hide your blush. “Fine,” you try to hide the excitement in your voice but you know Harry can hear it from his growing smirk. You throw the pillow at his face, hitting him square on the nose and giggle as you finally stand up and walk over to the drawers and began rummaging for your green knit sweater.
32 minutes later and you’re both dressed, Harry in his skinny black jeans and an oversized knit green sweater, a big black parka open over it, and you in skinny high waisted light wash jeans, a cropped green sweater and a long puffy olive coat.
Niall stands in the kitchen holding the bottle of whiskey which is now less than half full, tapping his toe and humming aloud to a song in his head.
“You’re late,” he hands you a shot glass again, spilling a bit of the golden liquor on the wooden living room floor. “A shot for every minute you were late,” he explains at your questioning look.
“Aww Niall, you know I can’t drink as much as you and Harry, do you want me passed out in the gutter by noon?” you whine.
“Fine, Harry can take yours,” he hands Harry a shot and you smirk at him, his eyes alight as he tips the shot back down his throat. He takes the other glass from your hand promptly tipping the liquor down his throat without so much as a change in expression, then winks at you.
“That’s m’boy!” Niall pats Harry on the back rather roughly. “Now onto the pub, Josh has already been there for an hour!” he skips out the door with little more than a glance back at you and Harry.
“You owe me for that,” Harry finally grimaces at the taste of the liquor, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the front door of the flat. You lock the door and follow with a smile.
By noon you are starting to stumble a bit in your step and Harry has fastened himself to your side to assure you make it to the Parade.
Niall and Josh skip ahead of you singing old Irish songs at a ridiculous volume and tune.
“Do they know where they’re going?” you mumble into Harry’s ear.
“Not one bit,” he laughs. “They just happen to be right, we just need to head towards the park,” we were going to the St. Patrick’s Day parade in Manhattan.
You looked down at your wrist and the four tally marks then glanced at Harry’s hand in yours which had six tallies. Harry had suggested you tally your drinks for fun, but you knew it was really so he could make sure you didn’t hit your limit of nine drinks. Niall had only rolled his eyes when he saw the tallies, because “counting drinks is for the weak!”
Harry was encased in a heavy black parka, a black baseball cap and sunglasses, it’s the only way he can get around New York City without constantly being stopped. Niall was choosing to be far less subtle, his blonde hair exposed and an Irish flag tied around his neck.
You manage to find a spot along the barricade blocking off the sidewalk from fifth avenue as the bands and men in uniform parade past. Niall finds an older man in a large Irish flag scarf and chats with him animatedly while passing his almost empty bottle of whiskey to him.
“You’re fading,” Harry murmurs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back against his chest. You just nod, your eyes drooping a bit. “Drink some of this,” he pulls a can held in a paper bag from one of his deep pockets and places it in your hands.
You take a sip and sputter back the liquid, pushing forward from Harry and out of his arms. “Beer? Really Harry?”
He just shrugs with a smirk. You bring the beer back to your mouth with a resigned sigh, this would be a long day, might as well be drunk. You know from experience that being the sober one with a completely pissed Niall and Josh was the opposite of fun.
“Fuck it,” you mutter, tipping the can and chugging the rest of the beer. You wipe your hand across your mouth with a laugh.
“That’s my girl,” Harry pulls you back into his chest, wrapping his arms tight around your stomach and kisses your cheek. You feel his hand grab yours as he takes a marker from his pocket and swipes another tally on your wrist.
“Woooooo,” Niall yells as he looked back at the two of you. “On to the pub then?”
You don’t know how but six hours later you find yourself dancing on a table at a random Irish pub in the East Village that Niall dragged everyone to. Harry stands next to the table, casually swinging his hips back and forth, but his eyes don’t stray from you and his arms are mirroring your moves, ready to catch you if you lose your footing.
“Whiskey for everyone!” Niall shouts to a loud wave of cheers from the bar. He steps onto a stool next to the table to hand you a large rocks glass filled to the top.
You down it all in one go and hold the glass up with a cheer. Harry rolls his eyes with a smile and pulls the sharpie from his back pocket, you limply hold your hand out for him, resigning. How many drinks is that now? You try to count the tallies but your hand is a little blurry.
You jump down from table and sway a bit on your feet, holding your arms straight up as if just completing a gymnastics routine. Harry claps and hollers, cheering for you before reaching out and pulling your body into his.
“Home?” Harry asks, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You only nod, exhaustion taking over, you lean heavily on Harry.
Harry motions to Niall, pointing at you and then the door. Niall only nods before joining a group of green clad lads in an Irish tune.
You fall asleep in the cab back to the apartment. When you wake up you’re dressed in your cozy wool onesie and are wrapped up in the quilt with Harry’s arms around you.
He feels you stir. “Good day, yeah?” his deep drawl clouded with sleep.
“Very,” you turn into his arms, facing him and rubbing your nose against his before lightly touching your lips to his. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
“Always,” he replies, hugging you closer.
“What about that tongue thing then?” You ask hopefully, hiding your face in his shoulder.
Harry laughs and grabs your hand, studying the tally marks. “Maybe tomorrow when you haven’t spent had 16 drinks.”
You groan. “I’m going to regret every single one of those tomorrow.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he turns you around, letting you be the little spoon. You squeal as you feel a sharp smack on your bum. “Now let me get some sleep.”
You roll your eyes with a huff, but hide your smile as you snuggle in closer before shutting your eyes.