Harry's been on edge all week since the interview. He felt quite alright about it when he left, but he keeps reviewing how it went in his mind, and every time he thinks about it, he just imagines that it went worse and worse than it did.
Harry did have 2 other interviews within that same week, which he was very thankful for, but the people he was interviewed by just seemed to be, well, assholes, to be frank. Just very, very pretentious and definitely the 'holier-than-thou' type.
Ms. Holt was lovely though. She was very kind, and she seemed to be very passionate about her work. She was, Harry admits, a little pretentious, but a reasonable amount for someone of her stature.
His last day as an intern was 4 or 5 days ago, and he was actually quite sad to leave. He has a great time there and made a few good friends. At least he knows he'll see Liam again, seeing as him and Louis are best mates. Dobrev taught him a lot during his short time at his side, and he's eternally grateful for the experience. And the connections.
Harry can't believe that he's graduating next week either. It doesn't feel real to him. He's about to be completely done with any form of education, and he's about to be thrown out of his uni-provided flat and into the real world where, at the moment, he doesn't have a job or a place to live. So that's good. Harry's stressed.
Today's the day that he's supposed to be receiving a call about the job, and he hasn't gone even a minute without checking his phone. A job offer is basically the make or break of whether or not he has to move back home with his mum, and he would really rather not move back in with his mum.
"Are you making dinner tonight, lad?" Niall asks, plopping himself down next to Harry on the couch. Harry's currently lying on his stomach with his legs hanging off of the arm of the couch. "Why are you lying like that?"
"Can't we just order in?" Harry turns his head to the side so that his friend can hear him. "I'm too paranoid about the impending doom of my future to cook," he mumbles.
"Harry," Niall says, shaking his head. "You're fine. If you don't have a job the second you graduate, you can still crash here until you get one. I'm still here for another semester, remember?"
"Yeah, but, Niall," Harry sighs, pushing himself up to sit upright. "I can't intrude like that while you're finishing up your studies. Especially with whoever the hell is taking my room when I leave."
"Naila's taking your room, lad," Niall laughs. "Don't think she'd care too much."
"Since when?" Harry asks with furrowed eyebrows.
"I dunno, like, 2 months ago, maybe?" Niall shrugs.
"Oh," Harry replies, his voice raising an octave. "So you guys are, uh," he smiles. "moving in together? So early in your relationship?"
"We've had a great friendship," Niall says, enunciating the last word. "for years. We're moving in together. As friends," he states slowly.
"Sure you are, mate," Harry chuckles smugly, giving Niall a slap on the knee.
Niall rolls his eyes. "Harry-"
He's interrupted when there's a knock on the door.
"Fuckin' thank god," Niall mumbles, standing up to answer the door. Harry cackles at his red cheeks.
"Hey, Niall, mate, how are you?" Harry hears Louis's voice echo from the hallway, and he immediately stands up to walk over to him.
"Lou, thank you," Niall exhales, pulling Louis's head towards him and planting a kiss on his head. "Love you." He quickly begins to retreat back to his room before Harry can get in another comment about him and Naila.
"Love you too, Niall," Louis laughs, fixing his hair. His eyes seem to light up every time he sees Harry.
"Hey, Lou," Harry smiles, giving Louis a peck on the lips. "I didn't know you were coming over."
Louis shrugs. "I got bored, and I knew you were probably freaking out over the whole job thing, so I came to distract you," he giggles.
"Thanks, babe," Harry grins.
"Do you have any clothes I can wear?" Louis asks. "I've been in my work clothes all day, and I can't do it any longer."
"Course, yeah," Harry says, taking Louis's hand in his and leading him to his room. Harry digs through his closet for a minute, trying to find something that might fit Louis. "I think everything I own is probably too big for you," he laughs, handing Louis a t-shirt and some joggers.
"Oi, gimme a break. I'm big," Louis replies, removing his shirt.
"Sure you are," Harry chuckles, stopping quickly. "Aw, Lou," he coos with wide eyes, slowly sinking down onto his bed.
"What?" Louis asks, furrowing his eyebrows and following Harry's gaze to his abdomen.
"You're showing," Harry grins, glancing up at Louis's eyes and pulling him closer by his hips so that he's standing in between his own legs.
Louis laughs, his eyes squinting. Harry loves the crinkles by Louis's eyes when he smiles.
"Yeah, a bit." He taps his tummy. "I had to loosen my belt a notch today."
Harry smiles up at Louis and pulls him closer to himself, wrapping his arms around his torso and squeezing him tightly, before placing a kiss on Louis's small bump.
"Was that weird?" Harry chuckles. "Did I make that weird?"
Louis giggles and shakes his head fondly. "Not at all. You're cute."
Harry squints. "I think I'm more along the lines of handsome or rugged," he jokes.
"Oi, shut up, Harry," Louis laughs, pushing Harry onto his back and climbing on top of him. He immediately attaches his lips to Harry's neck and runs his fingers through his hair, earning a little groan from his taller half.
He tears his lips away for a moment to slip Harry's shirt off so that he's able to feel Harry's skin against his. Harry places his hands on the back of Louis's neck and brings their lips together gently while Louis slides his hand down the front of Harry's joggers. Harry moans into the kiss, moving one of his hands down Louis's toned back to squeeze his glorious ass. He pushes Louis's hips down against his and whines against his lips at the contact.
Harry then hears his phone ring, and it feels like his life flashes before his eyes. He quickly disconnects their lips and reaches his arm over to where his phone is, grabbing it from its place on the bedside table and accepting the call without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" he breathes.
"Hello, Mrs Styles?" Louis hears from the other line. "This is Ginger Mosely calling on behalf of Ms. Holt."
"Yes, hello, Ginger," he replies, frantically nudging Louis off of his lap and running a hand through his hair before wiping his slightly red and swollen lips off as he sits up.
Louis watches Harry's face as he repeatedly says "uh huh" and "yes" to whatever Ginger's saying, waiting for some indication that tells Louis how to begin reacting.
"Yes," Harry exclaims, slightly too quickly, his eyes widening immensely as he shoots up from his upright position on his bed and begins pacing around the room.
Louis thinks it's good news, but the pacing's confused him slightly.
"Yes, ma'am," Harry smiles before mouthing an ecstatic 'go my god' at Louis.
Louis immediately hops up from his place on the bed and stands in front of Harry, wrapping his arms around his midsection with a grin on his face as a silent 'congratulations.'
"Yes, thank you so much. Alright, I'll see you then. Thank you. Goodbye," Harry finishes, hanging up the phone. "I got the job," Harry breathes with wide eyes and a huge grin.
Louis runs his hands through Harry's curls. "I'm proud of you," he smiles, pecking his cheek.
"I can't believe I got it," he chuckles, completely shocked.
"When do you start?" Louis asks.
"About 2 weeks after I graduate," he says, making eye contact with Louis for more than 3 seconds for the first time since he answered the call.
"I knew you'd get it," Louis gloats.
"No, you did not," Harry scoffs with a small laugh.
"No, but I can say I knew, because you got it, so it doesn't do any harm," he shrugs.
Harry shakes his head at his boyfriend. "You're absolutely ridiculous."
"You're acting like you're the first person to say that to me." Louis sticks out his tongue at Harry, and Harry replies by bringing their lips back together and leading Louis back over to his bed where he begins to get on top of Louis.
Louis stops him, shaking his head. "I'm on top this time," he says, pushing Harry onto the soft mattress and climbing back on top of him.
Harry can only reply to Louis's words with a moan.
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A/N:
Hey, guys!
Quick question -
Would you want me to put some pictures up of how I imagine the boys look when I'm writing TITNY? Idk if anyone even cares but I like to be able to know what the author sees when they're writing sometimes. That's just me though lmao
-Cass