Pairing: Niall Horan/Harry Styles
Summary: Harry doesn’t like basketball—never understood it, and probably never will, but the cute blond sitting next to him just might make the game bearable. Oh, and there’s also a kiss cam.
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AN AU WHERE HARRY AND NIALL ARE STRANGERS BUT ARE SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER AND ARE CAUGHT ON THE KISS CAM PLS
Word Count: 3,700+
“What do you mean you can’t make it?” Harry felt his brow furrow in confusion–and a bit of despair–as he tried to make sense of Liam’s words, a sinking feeling settling in his gut as his friend’s garbled response echoed through the phone.
“Mate, I know you don’t like basketball, but there’s no point in letting the tickets go to waste. Zayn’s sick, and I can’t just leave him. I would though, because those seats are fantastic, if he hadn’t been throwing up for the past hour.” Liam did sound truly sorry, and Harry rolled his eyes, mumbling a quiet, “It’s alright,” before running a hand through his unruly curls and hanging up the call.
They were good tickets, is the thing, and Harry knew that Liam had sacrificed nearly an arm and a leg (and very nice ones at that, given how he went to the gym nearly religiously, with a type of zeal that Harry did not understand) to get those stupid tickets, and he felt terrible even thinking about not going to the game. It also did not help that what was supposed to be a nice vacation to America (New York, of all places, which Harry had only ever dreamt about), had taken a turn for the worse with one faulty plate of nachos.