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Old Friends, New Lovers

Harry watches him stretch and then stumble off the bed, his shirt‘s ridden up and Harry tries to ignore the little flutter in his stomach as he glances over Niall‘s hip bones and belly button. He pulls it roughly down, staggering sleepily over to him, folding himself into the side of the sofa beside him and snuggling up to him instead. “I’ll stay with Harry.” He murmurs into Harry’s t-shirt and he’s just about audible over the music Zayn’s playing from his phone.