one direction fluff | ♡ {Requests Closed}

Like It Used to Be | -H.S.-

Ages:

Louis: 20
Liam: 19
Niall: 18
Harry: 15

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"Harry!" Liam called out, plopping down on the couch of his and Harry's shared flat.

"What?" Harry replied from his place in the kitchen.

"Get in here, we're gonna watch a movie!"

"Comin'!" Harry called back, scurrying into the living room.

The boys never invite him to watch a movie (or to do anything, really) with them anymore. He wasn't about to miss this opportunity.

Louis was sat on the couch along with Niall and Liam, and there were a few pillows and blankets were laid out on the floor.

"Sit, sit," Liam said, pointing to the spot on the floor and straining to see the TV. "Can't see. Your mum wasn't a glass maker."

Louis and Niall both chuckled, and Harry plopped down on the pillows, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders.

"What are we watching?" Louis asked, reaching out and twirling one of Harry's curls around his finger.

Harry nearly purred with delight. He savoured every moment that they showed him affection like they used to.

"Dunno yet," Liam mumbled, scrolling through Netflix.

"Oh my God, we've got to watch Hush," Niall said, sitting up excitedly.

"What's that?" Liam asked, resting his hand that held the remote in his lap, and turning to Niall.

"It's a movie about this deaf author who lives in the woods, and this serial killer dude who, like, basically torments her," the blonde explained like it was the best thing in the world.

"We're totally watching that," Louis chuckled, letting go of Harry's curl and throwing some popcorn into his mouth.

Harry just sat, twisting his lips to the side and not bothering to comment. He hated- no...despised horror films. They never fail to give him nightmares, and embarrassing for him enough, the lads know from experience.

"Here we go," Liam mumbled, clicking on the movie.

They all stayed silent to read the description, and even that gave Harry the frights.

"Harry can't watch it," Louis blurted.

Harry's head whipped around. "Why?"

Louis threw his arms out, scrunching up his face. "You hate horrors."

"Yeah," Niall piped up, making the same face.

Harry looked down, picking at a thread on the blanket. "Well...can you at least just pick another film, please?"

"Nope," Liam said shortly. "Go on, then. I'm not 'aving you come in my room at 4:00 later because you're scared," he said, making Harry blush at the memory. "We've got to be at the studio and then a party later tomorrow. Might as well just go to bed, 'cause you're a right brat in the mornings when you're tired."

Harry ignored Liam's mean words and the boys' chuckles. "A party?"

"A party you can't go to," Niall laughed. "Now, off to bed, little boy," he 'joked', making the others laugh.

Harry didn't take it as much of a joke. Sure, he didn't really want to sit on the flimsy pillows throughout the entire movie. He may not have wanted to even watch a movie to begin with. It wasn't about that, though. He only wanted to spend time with them, but they were always so mean to him.