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"Louis! Where's my beanie?!"

This always happens whenever Niall goes over to visit his older bandmate. The blonde knows Louis loves to mess around whenever people visit the Doncaster lad and Niall knows he to be wary of any possible pranks, or tricks, but Louis always finds a way to annoy him.

"I don't know," Louis replies with a smug.

"Lou, seriously, I need to get going," Niall lies. He doesn't have anywhere to be later, but the blonde is tired out from hanging out with the hyperactive brunette all day.

Louis sighs, not wanting Niall to go home already. "It's in the closet on the top shelf."

Heading over to the closet, Niall opens the closet, scanning the inside quickly before spotting his beloved black beanie. He has to stand on his tippy-toes because of his short height and how far back the head accessory is, but the blonde manages to reach for it. Right before he closes the closet, though, Niall notices what seems to be a hair straightener, still sealed in the packaging.

"Uh, Lou, why do you have this random hair straightener in your closet?" Niall asks curiously. "Do you even need it?"

Louis gets up and walks over to where Niall is standing, looking at the hair straightener for a bit, before remembering what it's for. "Oh, it's for Harry's birthday! I got it for him because I want to straighten his hair!"

Louis continues on about how different Harry would look without his signature curls, but Niall just zones out. The blonde totally forgot about his younger friend's birthday, which is tomorrow, and of course, Niall doesn't have a present as well. To make things worse, the it's already late and most stores have already shut down for the night.

"Uh, Lou, I'm going to go," Niall tells his friend hastily. The blonde quickly slips on his beanie and rushes out the door, not bothering to say bye to his friend.

---

Niall frantically searches his flat for anything he can give to his friend. He silently curses Harry for not reminding him about his birthday, but on the inside, Niall knows he's the only one to blame. He quickly rips open his sock drawer and contemplates giving Harry some socks along with a few other handy items, but a gift like that just screams "half-assed". The blonde boy sighs with frustration and looks over at his digital clock. It's currently two in the morning, way past what Niall usually goes to bed at. Sleepily, the blonde continues his search throughout the house, looking for anything that can pass off as a decent gift.

After a while, Niall flops down on his couch, too tired to look around anymore. He sticks his hands in the pocket of his hoodie and kicks his feet up on the small table in front of him. The blonde starts thinking of anything he can give to Harry, but his mind starts to wander and he eventually spaces out. After staring in the direction of his feet for a bit, Niall notices a vibrant red magazine under the heel of his foot. Deciding to give himself a little break from looking, the blonde picks up the unread magazine and stares at the front page, examining the unknown model who made the cover. Not bothering to wonder why he has a magazine like this in his flat, Niall begins looking at the other stuff on the front, lazily reading over everything. He almost skips it, but an advertisement in the bottom corner catches his eye. It takes the boy a while to realize what the ad says with drowsy eyes, but he immediately flips to page thirty after seeing the word "free", not really looking at what the advertisement was for. Once he flips to the page, Niall realizes that the ad is for a new massage and therapy place in downtown London. The blonde would have flipped away, but the two vouchers allowing for a free spa and massage day are just too tempting. Adding that in with Niall's desperation to find a gift for Harry, Niall soon finds himself putting the two vouchers in an envelope and making a birthday card. The blonde boy hopes that the homemade factor makes it look like he took time out of his day to make a special birthday card for Harry and not because he is strapped for time. The card is decent, compared to all the other "artistic" things he's made in the past. After licking the envelope and sealing it, Niall jumped into bed, falling unconscious shortly afterwards.

---

"Thanks Zayn!" Harry goes over to the Pakistani lad and gives him a hug before placing the large detailed pencil sketch of himself next to the leather boots Liam gave him.

"No problem, bud," Zayn tells the younger lad, returning the hug.

"Yeah, now he has more to add to his own personal shrine of himself," Liam jokes, receiving a glare from Harry.

"Oh, mine next!" Louis volunteers excitedly once Harry takes his seat again. The oldest walks over and places a box wrapped with shiny wrapping paper on Harry's lap. "Open it!"

Harry is a bit cautious, since he knows Louis is always trying to pull something. He hesitantly rips apart the wrapping, sighing with relief when it's not something he was expecting, like a condom. "Why'd you get me this?"

"Don't you like it?" Louis asks with a grin.

"Um, sure?" Harry tells his older friend, his response coming out more like a question than an answer.

"Well, good, because I wanna straighten your hair right now!"

Harry's eye twitches at the suggestion. "Uh, no, I'm all good Lou."

Unfortunately, Louis decides he isn't taking "no" for an answer. "Oh! I know what we should do! We can straighten half your hair, but leave the other half alone and take pictures!"

"Maybe another day," Harry reassures Louis, setting the straightener on the ground.

While Louis begs and pouts, Niall feels someone nudge his shoulder. He turns his head to see Zayn looking at him, causing the blonde to give him a questioning look.

"Your turn to give your gift," Zayn reminds the blonde.

Niall looks down at the gift in his hand, Harry's name scribbled across the envelope. Compared to the portrait and fancy boots, Niall's gift is the worst. Some can argue that Louis' is the worst, but the brunette's gift was at least amusing for a minute. Sighing, Niall stands up and walks over to his younger bandmate, who's still bickering with Louis.

"Um, Harry," Niall says, catching the curly-haired lad's attention, "this is for you."

Harry eyes the small envelope, wondering what's inside, before taking it from his older friend and ripping open the envelope excitedly. When he opens the envelope and sees what's inside, the curly-haired brunette isn't sure whether to be happy, confused, disappointed, or all three. "Haha, vouchers for a free massage and spa day?"

"Uh, yeah," Niall replies, chuckling awkwardly.

Harry reads what's on the vouchers and the certain terms that must be met for the free spa day. "Um, Niall, you do realize that these are only valid during their opening day, right? You also have to go with another person."

Niall raises his eyebrow in a questioning look. "Wait, what?"

Looking back down at the vouchers, Harry reads, "With these two vouchers, bring you and your love one to Emmeleia's Massage and Spa during opening day to enjoy a free day of relaxation and bliss."

Niall is currently mentally slapping himself. "Ugh, sorry I didn't see that part."

"It's alright, mate," Harry says with a smile, his dimples showing up. "It's not important anyway."

"Wait!" Louis yells, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You can go with Harry and be his 'lover', so that Harry can make use of your shitty gift!"

"Lou! Don't need to be so blunt!" Liam calls Louis out, but still chuckling at the older lad's suggestion.

Niall can feel himself burning up, his pale skin tinged with a pinkish red. "I'll j-just get you something else, then, if you want."

"Actually," Harry starts, "I like Lou's idea."

For once throughout their little get together, Niall's face pales. He isn't really interested in getting a massage and he'd rather much get Harry a different gift. "I'm fine with just shelling out money."

"Oh, but I want you to be my lover," Harry tells the older boy with a flirtatious wink.

Everyone, but Niall, ends up roaring with laughter, making the poor Irishman want to crawl up in a hole and wallow in his embarrassment.

---

Niall is so going to slap the shit out of Louis the next time he sees the prick. To be honest, Niall actually enjoyed his time with Harry, more so than he actually thought he would. However, there were paparazzi everywhere outside and several fans inside and since the whole thing is supposed to be free only for couples, Niall can already see the internet and headline topics about Narry being real.

"Wanna go to this one?" Harry asks his "date", pointing over to the door labeled "Fish Spa". "I think we've gone to every single one, but this room."

Niall nods, curious as to what a fish spa is. The blonde opens the door to reveal several small pools of water scattered across the decent-sized room. Several people have their feet dipped in the shallow pools. The two celebrities receive looks from the other people, but since most of them seem to be in their forties and up, no fangirling occurs.

A woman, who the boys assumed is the assistant, sees the duo and makes her way to Niall and Harry, her flats making a tapping noise on the stone cold floor. "Hi there! Here to try out the fish spa?"

"Um, I guess so," Niall tells the taller woman.

The older lady nods and gives the two boys a smile. "Alright, so as you can see from looking in the pools, you'll notice several tiny fish swimming around in the water."

Niall and Harry both peer into a pool, now just noticing the fish swarming a middle-aged woman's feet.

"The fish are called Garra Rufa," the employee continues, "or commonly referred to as the doctor fish. These fish are famous for removing and consuming the dead skin that collects on our feet. This creates a mutual relationship between the fish and people, since the fish are fed and our feet left baby soft."

"Wait," Harry interrupts the employee, "if more fish come to you, then doesn't that mean you have dirtier feet?"

"Well, yes, but no one is judging you here," she tells the curly-haired lad quickly. "Anyway, care to try?"

The boys look each other before giving the woman a nod. She smiles and gestures to follow her, leading Niall and Harry over to some shelves, the belongs of several others placed neatly over the bamboo boards.

"Just go ahead and take off your shoes and leave them here, along with anything else you boys may wish to leave," the woman informs the two.

The two decide to take off their jackets and leave them on the shelves. They then slip off their shoes and socks, stuffing their socks into their shoes. After rolling up the cuffs of their trousers, the two follow the woman to a vacant pool of water in a corner.

"Oh, just one more thing," the woman starts. "The experience might tickle a bit, but it doesn't seem too bad, judging from the other people going through the same procedure. Alright, enjoy you two!"

As the lady walks away, Harry gives Niall a nervous look. "Uh, I think I'll sit this one out, Ni."

"Why? You too ticklish, Styles?" the blonde teases, receiving a slap on the arm from Harry.

"You are too, arseface!" Harry says loudly, receiving a few looks from the other people.

"Don't be a pussy," Niall tells his younger friend in a hushed tone.

"I'll do it if you do it."

Niall shrugs. "I was gonna try it out anyway, since it can't be that bad."

Harry seems to contemplate his options, before nodding at the older boy. Together, they both sit their bums down on the floor and slowly stick their legs into the cool water. The second the fish sense four new feeding grounds, they instantly swarm the the boys' feet. Most of the fish seem to gather around Harry, causing Niall to give Harry a teasing look and Harry to shoot him a glare.

However, the glare is soon replaced by a growing smile as the fish feed off of the tanner of the two boys. Harry begins to fidget and wiggle his toes, trying to ward off the fish, which works at first, but the fish just come swimming back.

It was entertaining for Niall to see the usually cocky boy squirm, but the blonde soon falls into the same predicament as the brunette. Niall looks down at his crotch, trying to hide his face that's wrenched into a demonic smile from trying to hold in his laughter. He tries to show Harry how tough he is by not moving and having his feet brace the session, but the blonde feels like he's about to crack anytime.

"N-Niall," Harry mutters through his clenched teeth, "this is t-torture."

"I know," Niall manages out, sticking his hand out towards his friend. "Give me your hand."

Harry does as he's told and grabs onto the pale hand in front of him, squeezing it tight. The pressure that the two force on each other make the fish-feeding slightly bearable for the two young lads. The employee coos when she sees the two struggling boys and the adorable site. Discreetly, she whips out her phone and snaps a quick picture, making sure to remember to show her daughters the cute photo once home.

---

Niall can't help but facepalm as he scrolls through his twitter, while sitting on Harry's couch, looking at all the pics of him and Harry at the spa. The picture that practically makes Narry seem really real, though, is the one where they're holding hands, making it seem like they really are a couple, when it was just a way to help each other brace the ticklish feeling.

"Niall!" Harry calls from down his hallway. "Help me with something!"

The blonde sighs and makes his way over to where Harry is standing in front of an open closet. "What now?"

"Lift me up, so I can get something on the top shelf," Harry demands.

Niall raises an eyebrow and looks at the younger lad. "Why not just get a chair from the coffee table?"

"Because then I'd have to walk to the table, grab a chair, drag it here, get the hat I want, and then drag the chair back," Harry reasons. "Figured it'd be much easier to call you over to help me."

Niall rolls his eyes at the brunette's logic. "Fine, but I get the first slice of pizza when it's ready."

Harry seems to contemplate the bargain, before agreeing to the blonde's terms. Niall positions his back to the closet and crouches to wrap his arms around the brunette's waist. Once he lifts the younger lad, Harry wraps his legs around upper body and keeps one hand on Niall's shoulder to balance himself. The blonde regrets not making the decision to just grab Harry a chair for him to use, but Niall goes through with Harry's plan and backs up a little towards the closet.

"Just a little further," Harry tells the blue-eyed boy, reaching as much as he can to reach his hat.

Niall does what he's told, but for some reason, the image of Harry's giggling face at the fish spa pops up in the Irishman's mind. Deciding to mess with the curly-haired lad, Niall begins to squeeze Harry's sides.

"N-Niall!" Harry squeals, almost losing his balance from the surprise tickle. Right before he can reach his hat again, the brunette feels his sides being tickled again. "Stohop!"

"Nope!" Niall shoots back, pinning Harry against the wall and tickling him.

"Nihihihi, stop!" Harry giggles, unable to fight back while lifted and tickled above the ground.

Fortunately for Harry, Niall isn't really the strongest lad and holding a struggling adult up in the air is taxing for his stamina. After a few more seconds of tickling, Niall finally sets the squirming boy down on the ground.

"You alright, mate?" Niall asks the panting brunette.

"Y-You're an ass," Harry breathes out. The whole time, he was afraid that Niall was going to drop him. The brunette can still feel his heart beating several times a minute.

Niall shrugs and turns to walk away. "I still get the first slice of pizza, though!"

"Niall, wait!"

The blonde turns around and looks over at Harry, growing impatient because he wants the pizza.

"I still don't have my hat," Harry whines.

"Just get a fucking chair."

Niall swears he's going to pop a blood vessel from rolling his eyes so much.

---

Dressed only in sweatpants and a comfy hoody, Niall steps out of the bathroom, his bare feet padding lightly against the wooden floor. He goes over to the small camping tent located in Harry's living room and ducks in, taking a seat on his sleeping bag. The blonde can hear the heavy rain hit the outer walls of Harry's flat during the stormy night, making Niall just want to cuddle in the tent and sleep for eternity. Since the blonde is hanging out at Harry's flat again and the rain makes going out unappealing, the two boys thought an indoor camping experience would be fun. They had to move a lot of Harry's furniture, but everything worked out.

Ever since their little "date", Niall and Harry have been spending more time together, bonding with each other. It's like the first time they met each other X-Factor all over again, not that Niall minds.

Niall is pushed out of his thoughts when he sees Harry enter their little tent with two mugs of hot chocolate. "Is one for me?"

Harry looks around their tent before answering. "No, Niall, I made two cups of hot chocolate just for me."

Niall, being the slow lad he is, tries to not look disappointed at the sound of Harry's answer, only to eventually realize the brunette was being sarcastic. With a scowl, he takes the the mug and curls up in a corner, sipping quietly on warm beverage, and ignoring Harry's heavy laughter.

"You know," Harry starts, "I was scrolling through twitter and there are all these 'Narry' stuff constantly popping up."

"They're just rumors," Niall replies a little too harshly.

Harry sets his mug down and scoots closer to Niall. "Are you seriously mad about the hot chocolate thing?"

Niall pouts and grumbles out something incoherent. Being one of his best friends, Harry knows that Niall's never really angry; he just wants attention. The green-eyed lad makes his way over and sets himself next to the blonde, who avoids eye contact. Slowly, Harry wraps his arms around Niall's waist and pulls him in close, feeling the older boy's warm body against his.

"Who's gwumpy?" Harry asks in playful mocking baby talk.

Niall glares at the younger lad, but just continues to sip on the hot chocolate, though, he can't help but smile a little. "You're annoying," he responds, but snuggling into Harry's side anyway.

Suddenly, Niall feels Harry pinch his side, causing him to squeak and spill his hot chocolate over the hoodie. Surprising the bigger boy, Niall pushes Harry onto the soft sleeping bags, surprising the younger lad. In a split second, Niall's fingers are flying all over Harry's upper body, forcing the curly-haired boy into a giggling fit.

"Hahahahaha! Nihhihihihall!" Harry tries to block Niall's fingers, but they're too fast for him, tickling any open area.

"Yes, Harrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy?" Niall asks, gliding his fingers over Harry's ribs.

"Stohohohop!" The younger lad tries to wriggle away and get up, but there's not enough space in the tent to do so and Niall just ends up pinning him down.

Eventually, Niall's tickling reaches Harry's armpits. As a defense mechanism, the green-eyed lad pulls his arms down, locking Niall hands in place. However, the Irishman sees this as the perfect opportunity. He begins moving his fingers in Harry's armpits, sending the Cheshire lad into more laughing fits. Harry isn't sure what to do at this point; if he releases Niall's hands, the blonde will surely tickle somewhere else, but if he doesn't, then Niall will continue to tickle his armpits indefinitely.

"IHIHIHI HAHAHAHATE YOUHUHUHU!" Harry laughs, not enjoying his predicament at all.

During all the commotion and struggling, Harry somehow ends up kicking Niall away. Panting a little, he looks over at the blonde, who seems to be rubbing the area that Harry kicked.

"Sorry, Ni," Harry tells the older boy, crawling over to Niall.

"Whatever," Niall responds, going back into his grumpy mood.

Like before, Harry wraps his arm around Niall's waist and pulls him in for side hug, cuddling with the smaller boy. "Stop being gwumpy."

"Shut up."

---

Harry knows Niall is hiding somewhere.

The blonde came over again to Harry’s flat and decided that stealing his phone would be a good idea. The curly-haired lad wasn’t fast enough to stop him and Niall ran off, hiding from the younger lad.

“Niall!” Harry yells around his flat. “Give me my phone!”

When there is no response, Harry sighs and begins to looks around his flat again. He is sure that only little kids do this kind of thing still. After pushing aside his shower curtain, Harry leaves his bathroom and heads off to his bedroom. When he pushes his door open, though, the brunette notices that his bedroom door doesn’t swing open all the way. Looking on the other side, Harry sees Niall balled up on the other side of the door, the stolen phone in his hands. The two boys stare at each other, both waiting for the other to make a move. After a few seconds of waiting, Niall quickly gets up and tries to make a run for it past Harry, but the younger lad manages to loosely wrap his arms around Niall’s waist before the blonde can get away. From all the struggling that ensues, the two boys fall over face first on the floor, Harry’s arms still wrapped around Niall’s body.

“Nohohoho! Harry, dohohohoHOHONT!” Niall squeals as he feels Harry’s fingers run under his sweater and all over his skin, going crazy when Harry sticks his finger in his bellybutton.

“Just give me the phone,” Harry says calmly as he tortures the squirming boy, paying no attention to the pleas of mercy.

Eventually, from all the struggling and kicking, Niall manages to break free. Before Harry can get up to grab the blonde again, Niall jumps on top of the bed to make his way away from the curly-haired lad. Swiftly, Harry is on his feet again and jumps for Niall’s body before the blue-eyed boy can escape, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy’s legs. This catches Niall by surprise and causes him to fall over, face first again, but with part of his chest and his head hanging over the edge of the bed.

The brunette gathers the two wiggling legs in a headlock and sheds them of the socks. “Niall, are your feet still soft from the fish pedicure?” Harry asks, placing his hand on top of the pale soles.

“Nohoho, Harry, come on, dohont!” Niall giggles from anticipation, scrunching his toes.

“All you gotta do is hand me the phone,” Harry tells the older boy, blitzing his fingers over the two upturned soles.

Niall immediately bursts out into high-pitched squeals and laughter. He would give Harry the phone back, but he dropped it when Harry grabbed his legs, the phone now too far on the ground for him to reach. The poor Irishman is forced to endure the torture Harry decides to ensue on him.

“Tickle, tickle, Nini,” Harry taunts, tickling the delicate flesh under Niall’s toes.

“Nohohohoho! Fuhuhuhuhuck you!” Niall yells doing his best to just squirm away again, but no actually being able to do anything, but wiggle his arms and upper body.

Miraculously, like before, Niall manages to escape. He was able to free one foot and used it to kick Harry away, allowing the blonde to run straight out of the room, not without grabbing the phone first. Niall quickly shuts the door behind him, stopping Harry for a split second. However, a split second is all Niall really needs because once again, Harry is unable to find him.

“God damn it,” Harry mutters to himself, beginning to search the flat again.

Carefully looking through each nook and cranny, Harry looks for the blonde, but is unable to find him. It is when Harry walks past the bathroom that he notices something different. Harry always shuts the bathroom door when he’s done using it, but the door is slightly open, a crack revealing a little bit of the toilet inside. Cautiously, Harry makes his way over to the bathroom, but before he can reach it, the door swings open and the familiar blonde boy jumps out, tackling Harry to the ground.

"Coochie coochie coo!" Niall taunts Harry in the exact same voice Harry used a while ago, while scribbling his fingers along Harry's sides.

Although it definitely tickles, Harry is able to overpower the smaller boy and roll over, changing the two positions, with Harry straddling Niall this time.

"Uh, sorry?" Niall says with innocent puppy dog eyes as Harry pins the blonde's hands above his head.

"Too late for that," Harry tells Niall bluntly, digging his fingers into the blonde's armpits.

Instantly, the blue-eyed boy bursts out into heavy laughter, the ticklish sensations running from his worst spot to his brain. "AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!"

"Where's my phone?" Harry asks, switching the target hollow every few seconds.

"MY POHOHOHOCKET! ITS IN MY POCKEHEHET!"

After tickling the spazzing blonde for another minute, just to be mean, Harry finally quits, releasing Niall's arms. The blonde doesn't even bother getting up, watching as Harry eventually pulls the phone out of his pocket. After retrieving the device, the brunette unlocks his phone and is immediately brought to his Twitter feed. His eyes immediately widen at what is practically everywhere on his screen.

"Why'd you say 'Narry' is real on my twitter?!" Harry practically yells at the blonde.

"It is real," Niall tells his younger friend, letting himself sit up.

Harry just gives the older boy a confused look. "No, it's not."

Niall looks at Harry, his blue eyes filled with pure innocence. It's quick, but in a flash, Niall leans over and pecks Harry's cheek, shocking the younger lad.

Harry can immediately feel his cheeks light up, embarrassment filling his body. It's not that the kiss was terrible, since it only lasted a second. It was delicate and fluffy, a nice little gesture from the older boy. Harry looks over at Niall, who is practically beaming at Harry, his eyes shining brightly and his mouth wedged into a wide, but happy smile.

"Now, it is," Niall says with a chuckle.

Harry is amazed at how cool Niall is with what he just did. "Uh, sure, if you want it to be."

"Oh, I almost forgot."

"What?" Harry asks, curious as to what the blonde is talking about.

With incredible speed, Niall pounces on top of Harry, pinning his arms above his head like how Harry had did to him. In most situations, Harry would have easily muscled his way out, but Niall had managed to catch him off guard this time.

"It's payback time!" Niall exclaimed with an excited voice.

"Cheeky devil," Harry grumbles under his breath, squirming under the older boy, who was straddling him.

Niall lifts up Harry's shirt and over his head, blinding the younger boy. He starts poking at the brunette's soft tummy, causing Harry to squeal and squeak, which comes off as adorable to Niall.

"St-Stohohop! Niall!" Harry yells, trying to move his body away from the eager lad.

"But you tickled me, so I get to tickle you back," Niall explains to Harry as if the situation at hand is some exchange between two little kids.

"Juhuhuhust stohohohohp!" Harry demands, feeling the tickling beginning to speed up.

Niall slides his fingers all over the toned stomach, enjoying the sound of Harry's raspy laughter. As he approaches his bellybutton, Niall notices that the brunette's laughter increases exponentially, intriguing the blonde.

"Your bellybutton ticklish too?" Niall asks, circling the navel ever so slowly.

Harry shakes his head, not ready for what Niall has planned. "Nohohohohhoho! Dohohohohont!"

Like what happened to Niall, Harry's pleads fell on deaf ears. The blue-eyed boy dipped his finger in Harry's bellybutton, swirling his dull fingernail inside the navel, causing Harry to go absolutely ballistic.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! NIHIHIHIHIALL NAHAHAHAHA!"

Although Harry is practically screaming at the top of his lungs, Niall wanted to up the ante just a little bit more. He bends his head down just a little bit towards Harry's navel, placing his slightly chapped lips on the sensitive skin, and blowing the biggest raspberry his lungs can muster.

At the feeling of the vibrations around his stomach, Harry absolutely loses it. He doesn't even laugh; the poor lad just goes into the silent laughter zone, shaking his head with pure torture. He can feel another one being placed on his stomach, causing salty tears to drip down the side of the brunette's eyes.

"Haz, you alright?" Niall asks worriedly, seeing the tear stains on Harry's shirt.

"Well, you're tickling the shit out of me," Harry responds bluntly, gasping for breath. "Do you think I'm okay?"

For his sarcasm, Niall blows another quick raspberry, sending Harry into tickle hell again for a short period of time, before letting him up. After fixing himself a little, Harry just leans against Niall's shoulder tiredly, instead of standing.

"You're an arse," Harry mutters playfully.

"You are too," Niall spits back, continuing the playful banter.

The two just sit against the wall, enjoying the company of each other, Harry's heavy breath being heard throughout the room.

"So, wait," Harry says suddenly, breaking the silence, "are the rumors true now."

Niall grins down at the brunette, his eyes lighting up. "Only if you want them to be."