“A’right, I’m back.” Harry plopped down on the couch, running a hand through his hair before turning to look at Niall.
Niall was currently in the middle of planning Harry’s upcoming birthday party, and surprisingly enough, things were going swimmingly. You offered to be in charge of the planning, but with your classes and all the work you had to get done, Niall reassured you that he’d be able to handle it just fine. The only problem was the fact that Harry was particularly squirmy today. Always glancing towards the staircase that led up to the bedrooms, checking his phone, and leaving for one too many bathroom breaks.
“Ya gonna stay for more than two minutes?” Niall rolled his eyes playfully, typing something on his laptop. When he asked Harry where he wanted to host the party, Harry told him ‘any ol’ restaurant will do’, and Googling ‘any ol’ restaurant in LA’ was proving to be a little harder than anticipated.
“I’ll stay for three jus’ cos I like yeh so much.” Harry teased, leaning over to glance at Niall’s screen. “I don’ like tha’ restaurant. The paps always hide in the bushes and it makes me nervous.”
“Well, we can just ask them t-”
“Yeah, but like, you should jus’ find another restaurant.” Harry smiled sheepishly, watching as Niall opened up another tab.
“Harry?” Harry turned his head immediately as you popped up from around the corner. “Mind helpin’ me with something real quick? It’ll only take a second.”
“That’s what you said last time.” Niall muttered, scowling when Harry smacked his arm lightly before getting up and dusting himself off.
“You continue googling. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, here I am.” Another heavy sigh left Niall’s mouth when Harry appeared ten minutes later.
“What did Y/N ask you to…” Niall trailed off when he caught sight of Harry’s appearance. Crinkled shirt? Check. Messy hair? Check. And the cherry on the cake had to be the little hickey that was blooming on his jawline.
“Just helpin’ her make some more cue cards.” Harry cleared his throat, Niall tilting his head.
“Oh, really? Interesting. You’ve got a little..” Niall gestured to his mouth, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
“I just t’ink it’s funny how you’re all of a sudden wearin’ shimmery chapstick. T’e only other person I know who wears t’at is Y/N. And I know for a fact that you and Y/N can get a lot done in ten minutes.” Niall cleared his throat, leaning back against the couch as he crossed his arms. Harry immediately blushed and let out a small laugh, wiping at his lips.
“But t’at’s none of my business.”
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