anobrain // narry au

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"Morning, Har," I repeat with nonchalance, deliberately ignoring the sly smile growing on my face when Harry stares at me longer than usual.

Then soon after we're simultaneously brushing our teeth in the bathroom upstairs. Playfully nudging each other's shoulders as I internally sing the alphabet twice just to be sure my teeth are brushed in an appropriate duration. While, also, avoiding a deliberate reaction to the cheesy glances Harry shoots me in the mirror -- that captures both our features -- so I won't flush before breakfast begins.

And I fail. I fail when Harry volunteers to make tea and eggs for the two of us and sausage for him as I sit on one of the kitchens worktops watching him thoroughly. How Harry's growing biceps clench with the slightest of movements and they clench even more when he scoops the food onto two plates and pours the boiled water into two separate mugs. He, automatically, walks to stand and lounge between my parted legs on the worktop. A flush brushes my cheeks – I embarrassingly look away.

Harry has a growing yet knowing smile on his face. Curving his lips upwards when he asks, "May I kiss you?" but I'm quick to deny. Not because I don't want to, but because sausage breath isn't a flavour I want my tongue to intermix with. I tell Harry that and he frowns. Those muscular arms wrap around his chest stubbornly.

That side of Harry reveals itself as we both playfully fight against one another. Harry fighting to kiss my lips as I defend myself by turning left then right then up and away from his sausage pouted lips -- he pecks mine with accomplishment and I grimace at the unfamiliar taste. Genuinely I wonder how Cara can eat such a breakfast food.

My mother doesn't favour meat as I'm not too fond of any other animal other than turkey and chicken. Cara -- Cara enjoys everything with no care in the world, and it's not bad. It isn't bad at all for a very successful model to have a variety of an appetite. As I've mentioned she's a trendsetter, regardless of the fashion and clothing lines my older sister enjoys to work for.

We both continue to eat in a relaxing silence. One that is very unusual when having a peculiar friendship like mine and Harry. All the same it's nice even when we're amiably laughing and jokingly teasingly one another until. Until Harry's grows serious. His eyes burn into mine as his arms relax on other side of my thigh when he leans forward to situate his posture.

Harry murmurs questionably. "Niall, where does this leave us?" The atmosphere instantly changes. Like summer to winter or hot to cold. The aura freezes and I hug myself with my bare arms with no answer in mind — I'm very stumped and confused and clueless and I mumble with a shrug, truthfully, "I don't know."

"What do you want to be?" Harry asks hopeful. His green eyes optimistically sparkle. I inwardly coo at the innocence that brushes Harrys face when he does that. Yet, still, I'm not so sure.

He exhales sharply, mumbling incoherently underneath his breath. Then those eyes look away from mine for a brief minute before landing on me again. A broad smile curves Harry's extremely pink lips. "Would you like to go on a date with me, then?" his tone is still hopeful. Amusement is prominent in my best friends tone.

"Is this – date," I start before genuinely stuttering over my words. The question throws me off, nonetheless. "More than friendly between us?"

Harry nods as I squeal excitedly. It isn't masculine for an adolescent male like myself, but in the twenty-first century not every characteristic of a human needs a gender label upon it. In a way, every human living in the newer generations are trendsetters upon society's stereotypical outlook on everyone and their physical appearances. I still squeal and Harry chuckles when I hug him tightly. He hugs me back.

And it feels nice to be wrapped in his arms. The blue feeling of security and our simultaneous atmosphere is nothing but tranquil. There's no apparent stress of a transition between work and school and schoolwork that's due in an exact twenty-four hours after the class is dismissed. Everything stands still, it feels as though time stands still with us. As if, theoretically.

"So," I start off with a knowing smile on my face. This is the most I've smiled in a time frame of the morning, and the blame is obviously Harry. "Where are we going for our date?"

Harry shakes his head immediately. I frown and pout at the reaction. "That is only for me to know," he taps my nose with his index. "And for you to find out." Harry puckers his lips as a signal for me to latch mine onto his, but I deny him any access. He huffs as I say, "No more kisses until after our first date."

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