A Slide Into First ➵ narry

Chapter 10

Niall flicked his eyes down and started playing the song, humming along a bit to make it more recognizable. Harry realized within a few seconds that it was one of his favorites, if only for how much he could relate it back to himself. He wondered how Niall knew he liked it, but then he remembered mentioning it to him as they drove to Wal-Mart so many weeks before. Just that he liked “Green Eyes” by Coldplay because it matched his own eye color, and what a stupid reason to like a song but he would never apologize for it.

Niall played perfectly, actually, and with his own (untrained) ears Harry couldn’t hear any mistakes, which was amazing considering it didn’t look like Niall was following any notes on the screen, just playing from memory. He wasn’t singing, and Harry honestly wished he would because that was his favorite part of the song, but Niall had remembered something he had said over two months ago and was playing his little heart out for him and, damn, wasn’t that enough? Harry sang along instead.

“I came here with a load,” he sang out, not really caring if his family could hear him, “and it feels so much lighter now I met you,”

Harry was laying on his stomach, looking up at Niall play the song with such ease and waves of calm were washing over him. Really, how could he complain about Niall not singing? Getting an unexpected gift and demanding more. So he continued to fill in the missing pieces with his own voice.

“And Honey, you should know that I could never go on without you,”

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Harry could hear the obnoxious gagging sounds Louis was making, but honestly he was just ignoring them. If he wanted to kiss his boyfriend, and God damn he did, he was going to. He was going to let Niall’s hand drift through his hair and let their mouths lazily smash together in their tipsy state and none of Louis’s shit was going to change it.

“And… breathe,” Zayn said.

They pulled apart at that, laughing. Maybe they should actually pay more attention to their friends when hanging out together. Niall leaned back between Harry’s legs as his favorite place to sit and rejoined the conversation.

“Jesus Christ, I did not drive us thirty minutes away just so you two could make out. If I would’ve known you would do that then I should’ve just left you at home to roll around like dogs in heat,” Louis said.

“Wait, why did you take us so far if all we’re going to do is get drunk and eat take-out?” Zayn asked.

“This field has a nice view of the sunset and it’s far enough away from everything that no one will bother us, now shut up and eat your orange chicken,” Louis explained.

They passed the bottles of beer around that Louis had managed to buy before driving them there, with Liam being the responsible one who would drive them home.

“So” Louis started, “what did you two losers today? Considering it was so important that you couldn’t come over to ours,”

Niall started giggling as Harry turned to answer, “We played some mini-golf, actually,”

“Yeah, fucker promised me 18 holes then took me to Pappy’s Putt-Putt down the road. Should’ve broke up with him then,”

“But I was too cute to resist,” Harry pouted.

“Something like that,” Niall replied, leaning up to kiss Harry again.

“So this is what you do in your free time, then? Go on cheesy dates, pray that no one sees you out, and then roll around in grass and giggle together?” Louis asked.

“That’s pretty much it, yeah,” Harry responded.

“Ah, shut up, Lou. Remember how you were with Hannah? The amount of times Mom had to yell at you for staying up too late on the phone and saying cheesy shit, oh my God,”