It was four in the afternoon when Harry finally decided to call it a day and let Niall go home. He ended up picking up a few knit jumpers, like Niall, and some jeans. Some black skinny jeans, to be precise. When he got home, not only did Louis badger him about what he bought, but he also wanted Harry to try on everything and model them for him.
Harry said yes after much begging, showing off his jeans and jumpers and new shoes, well, new boots. Harry didn't mind the overall pick he grabbed, he actually felt pretty proud of himself. He had managed to go out and buy clothes, other than some stupid work suits. It was great.
"Oh Harry. You look normal again." Louis said to his friend, not even caring about calling him Harry.
"I know, Lou. I look like how I used to when I was with mum..." Harry said softly, smiling down at this clothes and then smiling at Louis.
"Those jeans though... they're very tight." Louis said, pulling a face afterwards.
"I know, but Niall said I looked amazing in them, so... I maybe brought them because of that reason?" Harry said, blushing a little at how ridiculous he must have sounded.
"Really. Really Harry? You must really like this guy to buy jeans that make your legs look like that." Louis said to Harry, his eyes raking up and down his long, lean, skinny legs.
Harry just blushed and didn't say anything more, his eyes trained to the ground. He really didn't want to answer Louis, but he knew that he was right. It was stupid, it was silly, but he couldn't care less. Niall said he looked good in them, and that he should buy them. So he did. He did just that.
Niall was unloading his things from the car, grabbing the groceries first, and then the clothes. He put all the clothes on his bed and the set about to unloading the groceries from their respective bags, and then into their respective shelves or cupboards or the pantry. Then Niall set about to unpacking his clothes, either folding or hanging up.
He doesn't really follow the rules of what the clothes say. He doesn't wash them before wear. Is that bad? Perhaps. But he doesn't mind. Clothes are clothes, and he has to walk to his Laundromat to wash them anyways. Niall got bored easy, and grabbed his phone, jumping on his bed and scrolling through his Twitter, getting bored of that, and scrolling through his Facebook, getting bored also. So he turned to his Tumblr account. Yes, he has a tumblr. He is mostly on that for the pictures of guitars or of music symbols and such. And he loves the nature pictures too. And the occasional hot boy. Okay, maybe he is on Tumblr more than he would like to admit.
It wasn't until Niall scrolled past a picture of him and Harry in Forest Hill that he got worried. Who took that? It wasn't him, he knows that much. Niall couldn't help but wonder if Harry knew that there was a picture of them on the internet.
Niall's curiosity got the better of him and he looked to his Twitter, searching up Harry Styles and realising with much embarrassment that he is indeed following the tall, curly haired lad. Shaking that off, Niall scrolled through his page, wondering if anyone had tweeted him the picture. And sure enough, there was the picture that someone had tweeted him, asking who the 'blonde haired slut' was. The words hurt, yeah, but the words that Harry said to the girl, made him feel better. Knowing that Harry was standing up for him instead of pretending like he didn't know Niall, made him feel much better.
Harry had actually noticed that message this morning, and smiled at how much of a couple the two looked like. Niall was pointing to a store, and Harry himself was holding bags, looking exasperated at the smaller boy as he looked down at him. It was rather cute, Harry thought. But when he noticed what the girl had said in the link off, it made him angry. No one had the right to call Niall that.
Only he did. When they fucked.
Which is a very good reason. So Harry stood up for Niall, making sure that if somehow, Niall ever see's this tweet, he will see Harry's message to the girl. And that made Harry's heart jump to his throat. It was rather sweet.
"Louis!" Harry called, waiting for his best friend to walk in.
"Yes, Harry sir?" Louis asked, wiping his hands on his pants.
"I suppose today is as good as any to go and visit my father once more. Have Paul prepare a car." Harry said, dismissing Louis with a wave of his hand.
Louis nodded and walked off, scurrying to go a fetch Paul and tell him where it is that Harry wishes to go. Not understanding that in fact Harry did not want to visit his father, but make Paul pull over at the little cafe once more, because he wanted to see Niall. He knew that Niall was working, Niall had told him, that was part of the reason that Harry let Niall go home.
So now here was Harry, in the backseat of some fancy black car, Paul driving him to his Fathers Building deep in the city. He made comments and moans about he was hungry or thirsty, trying to get Paul to pull over. It must have worked, because eventually Paul pulled over in the little cafe, rolling his eyes as Harry bounced in the backseat with excitement. He isn't all talk and no play, you know.
"Harry please, control yourself. You are in a public place." Paul warned, but Harry just shot him a flat look as if to say; yes-I-know-that-already.
A tall-ish boy with dark skin and hair showed Harry to his favourite seat, the one in the back hidden by the shadows, and he waited for the familiar head of blonde to come scurrying over to take his order. And without a minute from Harry thinking that, Niall walked over, pen and pad in his hand, ready to take the next customers order.
"Hi what can I— oh. Hey." Niall said, his face dropping at the sight of Harry. Sure, he was excited to see Harry once more, but every minute he spends with Harry and not working, his boss James deducts his pay check. "The usual then, Mr Styles?"
"Yes please Niall. I am craving coffee." Harry moaned, tilting his head back a little to emphasise his desire for his order.
"I'll be right back." Niall smiled, his tone a little bittersweet. He really didn't want Harry to make him stay with him at the table when Niall came back.
"You're regular is back, hm?" Josh mused, teasing his cousin.
"Yes he is. Unfortunately." Niall answered, dropping his head as he reached into the glass cabinet to pull out a cinnamon swirl roll.
"I reckon he fancies you." Zayn said, leaning across the counter and handing Josh a piece of paper with a coffee order on it.
"No he doesn't." Niall defended, pulling a face at Zayn to show that he means it.
"Nah, I think so too mate." Josh added, "Why else would he keep coming back here?"
"Because he.... I... I don't know!" Niall yelled, grabbing the coffee, the scroll and stomping away from his friends, his cheeks on fire. This time, he puts Harry's food down in front of him and then willingly sat down opposite him, his arms crossed and a pout on his face.
Harry thought that it was the cutest thing in existence.
"You okay there, Nialler?" Harry asked, the nickname slipping out of his mouth.
"Yeah, fine, just my friends being dicks— wait. Nialler?" Niall questions, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes a little at the man opposite him.
"I'm not sure. It just slipped out." Harry said, thinking dark thoughts afterwards.
"Okay, well, I, hm." Niall stopped speaking and just sat there, his lips smushing together from the force he was putting on them.
"Sorry. I don't have to call you that, it was a spur of the moment thing, okay? I am s—"
"Haz." Niall suddenly said, causing Harry to stop speaking.
"What?" Harry questioned, curious as to why he would suddenly call Harry.
"If I'm Nialler, you're now Haz to me." Niall shrugged, standing up and wiping his hands on his apron before pulling out his pad and pen. "Will that be all, Sir?"
"Yes, thank you." Harry answered, not bothering one bit that Niall went from playful to work in a matter of seconds.
"Goodbye, Mr Styles." Niall nodded curtly, taking his leave and walking to the back of the shop, a place he knows that Harry can't see him.
"Goodbye, Mr Horan." Harry whispered after him, "I'll see you soon."