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Harry gets a very special surprise for his birthday (now with minimal unwrapping required).
SMUT, m/m/f, oral (m receiving), boobs, p in v AND p in a, implied bisexuality (well. insofar as the word "bisexual" is never brought up), narry, harry/ofc, maledom/femdom/msub, praise & degradation, men in panties (I hate that word so much it's not even funny)
Look, man, this is unedited, and the concept came to me in a dream. Let them fuck nasty. #harrysandwich
“You’re sure you can't see anything?”
“Jules, if you had this thing tied any tighter, it'd cut off the top of my head like one of those Halloween skull cups.”
Juliette laughed, waving her phone in front of Harry’s face. When he didn't react to the picture (Masha, her sister's borzoi, wearing a saddle and cowboy hat and looking utterly miserable), she was satisfied.
“Okay,” she said, taking his hands. “Come on.”
He let her guide him through the house, up the stairs, to their room. The door opened with a slight creak, and she nudged him in.
A faint scent—something musky with a pine edge and the faintest hint of citrus—filled his lungs.
Niall was sitting on their bed, looking like a fucking dream in a pair of snug fitting red boxer briefs.
“Happy birthday, mate. Your girlfriend here thought she should save the best gift for last. Sorry, we couldn't find a box that would fit, but I did put a ribbon on it.”
Indeed, there was a tiny stick-on gift bow placed just above the bulge in his pants.
“Are you going to unwrap your present, love,” Juliette asked, her lips brushing against his ear while her hand slipped around to palm at him through his trousers.
He was on his knees in a flash, knocking the bow out of the way and mouthing at Niall over his briefs.
“Fuck…”
“Good boy.” Her fingers threaded through his hair as she knelt beside him.
Niall lifted just enough to let Harry pull the “wrapping” away.
“Such a lovely gift, isn't it? You want to see if it still tastes the same?”
Harry whined softly, watching as Niall wrapped a hand around the base.
He tapped his cock against Harry's lips, a wicked smirk on his face. “Open that pretty mouth, H.”
Harry complied, parting his lips. A soft moan escaped his throat as the salty taste of skin washed over him. So much had changed since the days of sneaking around in hotels and on tour buses, but he was still undeniably Niall.
“Jesus, you're fuckin’ good at that.”
Harry swallowed, dragged his tongue along the underside, moaned wantonly around him as he felt Niall growing harder.
“Christ.”
It was Jules that pulled him off with a sharp tug at his hair. “I think we're both a bit overdressed, love.”
She stood, tugging his shirt over his head as she went. Niall took his hands, pulled him to his feet, and immediately began working at his belt.
When Harry stepped back to toss his trousers haphazardly into the laundry basket, Juliette took his place.
“Unzip me?”
Niall smirked, motioning for her to turn around. As he tugged the zipper down, his warm breath ghosting over her shoulder, she locked eyes with Harry, her gaze burning into his skin.
“God, you two are insufferably cute,” Niall laughed, groping her tits through black lace. “Do you wear matching panties every day?”
Jules shuddered. “Fucking hate that word. No, just for special occasions.”
“She gets jealous because I'm a size smaller,” Harry murmured, a slight blush blooming over his chest as they ogled him. He kissed each of them in turn before whispering, “and here I'd thought you'd just gotten a new toy.”
“Something old, something new… relatively speaking. Now, c’mere, let us take care of you, love.”
He let them pull him onto the bed, falling into a tangle of limbs and lips as they exchanged tips on pleasuring him.
“He likes when you tell him he's pretty.”
“Mm, and when you squeeze his cute little arse-”
Harry let out a high-pitched whine as Niall grabbed at his firm cheeks through his black lace panties.
“That good, eh?”
“’M wearin’ a plug.”
Juliette grinned at Niall over Harry's shoulder. “I made sure he was ready this morning.”
“Christ…” Niall pressed his fingers against the base of the plug, smiling at the low sound Harry made. “Always knew you were a filthy little slut. You were just too shy to tell me what you wanted, weren't you?”
“He's not so shy anymore,” Jules said, turning Harry onto his back. She straddled him, grinding down against the bulge that strained at the delicate lace of his panties.
Niall's fingers brushed up her spine to the clasp of her bra. He unhooked it with ease, and when she sat up to toss it aside, he caught her lips hungrily.
Harry whined, reaching up to cup her breasts.
“Poor baby, not getting enough attention.”
“I know exactly what he needs,” Niall murmured, moving to Harry’s side. “You want someone to play with your tits, don’t you?” He glanced back at Juliette for a moment and added, “I'd have to stuff something in his mouth to keep him from being too loud on the bus. Don't have to worry about that now, though, eh?”
With that, he was dragging his tongue over Harry's sternum, teasing his nipples with licks and gentle bites, while Juliette tugged his panties down.
She smiled coquettishly up at him as she began to lap at his tip and play with the base of the plug.
A broken, girlish sound wheezed its way out of his lungs as she finally pulled the plug out, the bulb giving him just a taste of that delicious stretch before it was gone.
Niall caught his lips again for a moment, keeping him occupied while Juliette stood, kicked her own panties into the pile of their clothes, and took the lube and a towel from the nightstand.
When she settled back on the bed, now next to Harry, she tangled her fingers in Niall's hair, pulling him over for a rough kiss. Her hand, slick with lubricant, wrapped around his cock, and his hands found their way between her thighs. He groaned softly, pumping his fingers into her.
“You're so wet, fuck…”
“Mmm, I've been thinking about this all day. Speaking of which…” She let go of his cock and wiped her hands on the towel before dropping down to kiss Harry. “How do you want it, baby boy?”
He whimpered, his arms wrapping around her. “Wanna be between you. Please.”
“Yeah? A little Harry sandwich? You want to fuck my cunt while he pounds your cute little ass?” Her voice was low, honey-sweet, but dangerous.
In lieu of an answer, he turned, rolling so he was on his hands and knees, hovering over her with his ass in the air.
“That’s it, sweet boy,” Juliette cooed, guiding him to her hole.
He ducked down, tucking his face into the crook of her neck as he sank into her.
Niall cursed under his breath, stroking the back of Harry’s thigh as he watched the way he filled her in one fluid motion. “Damn… ‘M gonna be thinkin’ about this for years.”
“Please, Ni…”
“Shh, shh.” He lined himself up, but didn't press in yet. Instead, he leaned down to whisper in Harry's ear, “Lift your head up, doll. Let Jules see your pretty face.”
He complied, sweet and wrecked and so, so desperate, and as soon as he met Juliette's warm gaze, Niall pressed forward. His eyes went glassy, his lips parted in a silent gasp, and Niall groaned, fingers digging into his hips.
“Fuck- ‘s been so long… forgot how fuckin’ tight you are.”
Harry was just barely conscious of the fact that they were doing all the work, rocking him back onto Niall's thick cock, forward into the wet heat of Juliette's pussy.
“Such a good boy, so good for us.”
“Takin’ my cock so well, you're a filthy little slut, aren't you?” Niall reached down, fondled Harry’s balls for a moment before moving to Juliette's clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles that had her arching up, her cunt clamping down on Harry’s shaft. “Y’ gonna fill her up, slut? Maybe if you cum in that perfect pussy, she'll make you clean her up, too.”
“Please-”
Jules cooed, running her fingers through his hair as he hid his face against her shoulder. “You’re so pretty, baby. My pretty boy. Maybe later, I'll fuck that cute little ass and Niall can fuck your face. Would you like that, doll?”
Harry keened, overwhelmed and yet desperate for more.
“D'ya want to suck on those perfect tits, H? I know how much you like having something in your filthy mouth.”
She grinned as he shifted to lap at her nipples. “Such a sweet boy, fuck… He’s getting close, Ni.”
“Please…” Harry’s soft whine was muffled by the soft flesh of her breast. “Please, ‘m so close, just need a little more-”
The hand Niall had been using to pleasure Jules came back up to brush over his taint before delivering a quick smack to the firm muscle of his ass.
Harry had never come so hard in his life.
He half thought he might’ve died, but the crescendo of moans and gasps around him kept him tethered to reality until the white-hot bursts behind his eyelids subsided.
“So good, so fucking good…”
Juliette was stroking his hair, still fluttering around him. He could feel Niall’s weight shift as he carefully withdrew. At the cool press of the butt plug against his abused hole, he whimpered.
“Gonna keep my cum inside ya ‘til y’ can go again.”
“Again?”
Jules chuckled. “He’s here all week. Plenty of time to play with your birthday gift.”
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Hear me out, narry roommate. They get stuck in their apartment because of winter weather. You could maybe write a week in their lives and show their ups and downs being locked inside with each other. Maybe yn gets sexually frustrated and is timid about masturbating knowing niall and harry would hear her. Harry gets angsty to leave but cant and starts aggravating niall and yn. Nialls just being niall and being perfect as always. Cleaning up and cooking maybe. Maybe at the end of the week yn period comes and she realizes she needs more tampons or pads and starts freaking out but Harry jumps at the opportunity to leave so he finally is able to leave and walks to a close store down the rd. When he gets back yn thanks him and they cuddle to warm up on couch and harry massages yn tummy. Fluffy, angsty, bit of it all.
WARNINGS: masturbating with someone in other room, talks of masturbating, talks of a breakup, cursing, lots of angst, period, fighting, one kiss, I think thats it.
Can be read as a standalone or with the series here. Enjoy!
wc:3.4k
You were set to get a blizzard this weekend. You all went grocery shopping on Friday and got the essentials and more. You would probably be snowed in for a few days so you stocked up on a lot of stuff.
After putting everything away, the snow began. Harry looked out the window and said, "I love snow! Loved playing in it as a kid."
"Yeah, but this is not fun snow. It's ice and a lot of inches and it's annoying," you scrunched up your nose, coming over to look out the window.
"Didn't think a lot of inches was a bad thing," Harry smirked.
You jokingly pushed him and he chuckled. Harry put his arm around you. "Gonna have fun cooped up in here with you guys," he said.
"I'm already annoyed," Niall joked.
"You love me," Harry smirked, turning to him.
"Mmm," he hummed, taking a sip of water.
"You love when it's cold and we cuddle at night," he teased. "Gonna be cold tonight, so I'll be the big spoon."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Niall said.
"Oh come on. Just admit it," Harry chuckled, poking Niall in the sides.
"We do not cuddle," he said.
"You maybe don't, but when you're sleeping sometimes I wrap you up nice and warm and put my arm over you," Harry said.
"No, you don't." Niall folded his arms.
"I don't but I should. You can be the big spoon if that's what you're worried about," Harry said.
"Jesus. I'm not cuddling you at all," Niall responded.
"Party pooper," Harry pouted, putting his hands on his hips.
You couldn't help but laugh at them. "This is only the first day we'll be stuck in here together. Please don't start a fight."
"Who's fighting? Niall just won't admit that he's the small spoon," Harry shrugged.
"God, I'm going to throw you out in the snow!" Niall said, walking away to do some laundry.
"Yay! I'll put my snowsuit on!" Harry replied.
You shook your head and laughed. "Harry, I think he was joking. They warned people not to go out."
"I wanna build a snowman," he pouted.
"Maybe in a few days," you tapped his cheek.
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The day turned into night and you were all doing separate things. You were in your room watching a very spicy movie and it got you kind of hot and bothered.
When it finished, you made sure to lock your door and look out in the hallway. The boys had music on in the living room, so they wouldn't be able to hear you. Perfect.
You got your small vibrator out, took off your pants, and got yourself off until you came. Your legs shook, but you kept quiet so the boys wouldn't know what you were doing. Usually, you did this when they were out, but with the raging storm outside, no one was going anywhere for a while.
You gave yourself one more orgasm as you still heard the music on. After you were done, you put your pants back on and ventured to the bathroom to clean up.
When you walked into the kitchen to get some water, you gave Harry a smile. He smirked back and chuckled.
"What's so funny?" You asked, taking a sip.
"Did ya have fun in there?" He asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Your face is all flushed and you have a pep in your step," Harry smirked.
You pushed him on his chest. "Leave me alone."
"Har, come on. Stop it," Niall said from the living room.
Harry chuckled. "'S'okay, honey. I have to go to the bathroom to do it. Since Niall doesn't want to watch me in the room."
You shook your head. "You're such a perv. And ew. Our shared bathroom?"
"It's mostly in the shower," he shrugged.
"Stop. I don't want to know."
"Me either!" Niall shouted.
Harry chuckled. "Alright. Sorry darling. Wanna come watch Heated Rivalry with us? We were just about to start it."
You chuckled, taking the bowl of popcorn to the living room. "Niall is going to watch Heated Rivalry?"
"Yeah. He likes hockey," Harry said, putting down the snacks.
You hummed. When Harry sat down, you mouthed, "He doesn't know does he?"
Harry shook his head. Oh boy.
After two episodes, Niall went "Wait!"
"What?"
"You didn't say there was romance in this," Niall said.
"Oh, there's definitely romance," you giggled.
"Do I have to cover your eyes?" he asked.
"No, but I might have to cover yours," you said.
"Why?"
"Just- keeping watching," Harry smirked.
Oh boy was Niall surprised.
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Niall was the designated cook of the winter storm stay in. He made every dinner, but you and Harry helped with breakfast.
He was making chicken alfredo and cookies tonight. As Niall prepped all the food, Harry stood in the kitchen, looking over his shoulder.
"Can I help you?" Niall asked.
"Just observing," Harry shrugged.
"You're in my way and you're making me nervous," Niall replied, stirring the alfredo sauce.
"Nervous, huh?" Harry smirked. "Don't worry. 'M not gonna kiss ya."
Niall rolled his eyes. Harry started grabbing ingredients and messing around with them. He dropped a few noodles on the floor. Harry cringed as Niall put his hands on his hips. "Seriously?"
"Sorry," Harry mouthed.
"Please go anywhere else," Niall said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"But-."
"Go, or you won't get any cookies."
Harry shut up and nodded, walking out to the living room to see what you were doing.
"Hey, babe. What's up with you? Niall kicked me out of the kitchen," Harry said, plopping down next to you.
You pouted. "Oh no! I'm sorry, honey. You can come snuggle with me."
Harry laid down and watched a movie with you. After a few minutes, he asked, "Well, who's that?"
"I'm not sure."
"Why would they do that?"
"I don't know, honey."
Then he completely talked over a scene and you sighed. "Sorry," he said. You rewinded it and Harry kissed your cheek. "'M sorry."
You missed it again. You paused the movie and looked at it. "I'll just go to my room," he said.
"No. I want you here. You just have to be quiet. I don't know what's going on anymore than you do."
Harry nodded. You rewound it one more time and you settled in to watch the movie. Harry stayed quiet throughout the rest of it, and by the time it was over, dinner was ready.
Harry hopped up and anxiously grabbed a plate. He was the first in line, putting the chicken and fixings on his plate.
"Hungry much?" Niall asked.
"Starving. This looks great, by the way," he said, sucking a piece of alfredo off his thumb.
You all sat down together to eat. It was way too quiet for Harry after 5 minutes. "So, what's everyone been up to?"
You giggled, but Niall sighed. "I've been cooking your ass dinner and dessert."
"Hey, be nice," you said, putting a hand on Niall's arm. "He's just trying to make conversation."
"This is why (Y/N)'s my favorite," Harry said, with a full mouth.
"Yeah. She's my favorite too. I thought we knew that," Niall said.
You just giggled and shook your head. "This is really good, Niall. Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said. "There's cookies for dessert."
You grabbed his chin. "Look at you, a little baker."
"There's nothing else to do," he chuckled.
"Well, thank you. We appreciate it," you said.
"Yes, thank you," Harry responded.
"Mmm," Niall said.
"Come on, boys. Play nice," you said.
"We need to get him out, petal. He's been annoying me all day," Niall said.
"We can't just throw him out in the snow," you replied.
"Why not? He wants to build a snowman right?"
"Hey! I'm right here. I can hear you," Harry pouted.
"Harry, you can't go outside after dinner because it's dark out. But, they're lifting the state of emergency tomorrow, so maybe you can then," you said.
He nodded. "Will you build a snowman and make snow angels with me?"
"Sure," you giggled.
"Yay!"
"Did you want to join, Niall?"
"He'll just ruin the fun," Harry stuck his tongue out at Niall.
Niall rolled his eyes. "Sure. I’ll come out. I can't wait to hit Harry in the head with a snowball."
"Ha ha. Very funny," Harry said in a mocking tone.
"I know. I'm hilarious," Niall responded.
You ate the rest of your dinner, and then dessert, and ended the night watching more Heated Rivalry. Niall was actually getting into it, but he would never admit that.
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The next day, Harry was up at 9am in his snow gear, waiting for you guys by the front door. "Come on! Come on! It's going to melt."
"Coffee," Niall said, wiping his eyes, heading for the coffee machine.
"Sweetie. It's like 20 degrees outside. It's not going to melt," you said.
"'M just really excited," Harry replied, clapping his hands together.
"I know," you said, putting on your boots. "I'm almost ready, babe."
Niall just hummed and waited for his coffee to brew.
"You almost ready, Ni?" you asked.
"I'll meet you out there," he yawned. "I need to wake up first." He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Ok, but don't be mad if we are finished with the snowman by the time you get out there," Harry said.
"I can assure you, I will not be mad," Niall replied.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Ok. (Y/N), you ready?"
"Yep," you said as you put your hat on your head. "Let's go."
You walked out of your apartment for the first time in days. Harry was giddy. He pressed the lobby button on the elevator with a smile on his face.
When you got out of the elevator, he greeted everyone he saw passing by. As soon as the front door opened, the cold air hit you like a ton of bricks.
"Holy shit. It's cold, Har."
"It's winter."
Your teeth started chattering and Harry tsk'd. "Let's build this snowman quickly then, hmm?"
You nodded. You both rolled big balls of snow to form the snowman's body. You were in charge of the middle and top while Harry took care of the bottom.
Once you rolled them to perfection, you stacked them on top of each other. Harry put in a carrot for a nose and two buttons for the eyes. He even brought out M&M's for the mouth.
You had a harder time finding sticks for the arms. Harry eventually found two small ones on the ground and put them in the snowman.
You accessorized him with a hat and scarf. You were pretty proud of your snowman, since you hadn't made one since middle school. You snapped a photo on your phone and then had Harry jump in one.
He looked so happy. "You like it?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Looks so cute."
"Good. I'm glad."
"Hey. Thanks for doing this with me," he said, picking up your hands and blowing on them to keep them warm.
"Of course. What else is there to do?"
"Mmmm. You could have made up an excuse," he said sadly.
"Do you think Niall's gonna come out?" you asked, looking up at your window.
"Who cares about him? He's Mr. Grumpy pants."
"I'm sorry, Har," you touched his arm.
He shrugged. "'S okay."
You looked up at the window again, begging with your eyes for Niall to come out here.
After a while, you decided to just be present with Harry and make snow angels.
You two ran around in the snow and waved to some neighbors. You were exhausted and decided to just sit for a bit.
About 5 minutes into your rest, Harry felt snow pelted at him. He turned around and saw Niall standing there with a smirk on his face. "So, you come out here just to hit me with snow?" Harry asked.
Niall's smile fell. "I was getting things done in the house."
"Whatever."
You looked up at Niall and pleaded with your eyes.
Niall sighed and leaned down. "Look, I'm sorry. Did you want to make a snowman?"
"Already done," Harry pointed to it.
"Snow angels?"
"You're looking at them," he said.
"Well, what else can we do?" Niall asked.
Harry shrugged. After about 30 seconds of silence, he looked up at Niall and threw a snowball in his face. It was soft snow, so it didn't hurt him. "HEY!"
"You deserve it," Harry shrugged.
"Hey, he's trying, Har," you knocked him with your shoulder.
"He should have tried an hour ago," Harry pouted and then got up to go inside.
"Har!" you yelled, but he didn't turn around.
You followed after him. Niall threw his hands up and followed after you guys.
Harry was angry, taking off his hat and gloves on the elevator. It was an awkward silence the whole way up.
When he got up to the apartment, and unlocked the door, he took his shoes off and was about to say something when he saw the dining table.
Breakfast was out, warmed by sternos. Hot chocolate with all of Harry's favorite fix-ins was brewing in the hot cocoa maker. "I-."
"Yeah. Asshole," Niall said behind him, taking off his hat. "I made this all for you, so don't think I don't care!"
"Hey! Don't call him an asshole!" you spoke up.
You turned to Harry. "You owe Niall an apology."
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Niall, now you."
"Sorry," he said back.
"Now, let's go eat some breakfast and warm up with some hot cocoa. And then maybe later, you can go out again and build a fort or something with Niall. Does that sound good?" you asked Harry.
Harry looked to Niall. "That's gonna be the best damn fort the world has ever seen," Niall said.
Harry couldn't help the smile pulling on his face. You chuckled and gave them both a kiss on the cheek. "Now, let's go eat."
You grabbed a plate and dug in. Niall followed behind you. Harry was the last to grab his plate. There was every one of his favorites there. When he forked his food out with a smile, Niall asked, "What are you smiling about?"
"You love me," he giggled.
"Oh God," Niall rolled his eyes.
"Look. All of my favorite foods and hot chocolate toppings. You know me and you love me," he said.
"Please just sit down," Niall begged.
Harry sat down and chewed his food with a big smile. "Stop!"
"Not until you admit you love me!"
"Of course I love you. You're like my brother. Ok? Now, just eat your food and no more talk of love until Valentine's Day," Niall said.
Harry leaned over and planted a big kiss on Niall's cheek. "Jesus!" Niall said, wiping the kiss off. "I said I love you not that I'm in love with you!"
"Not yet," Harry winked. "But, some day soon."
You giggled as Niall shook his head.
After breakfast digested, the boys went out to play in the snow. You did the dishes and took a shower. When they came back in, they weren't mad at each other anymore.
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Two more days in the house and it was spotless. All of the laundry was done, the dishes were cleaned and put away, Heated Rivalry was finished, and the cabinets were cleaned out.
You had all gone to bed early the night before from all the cleaning, so it didn't surprise you when you were all up late the next morning. You and Harry bumped into each other in the hallway, both trying to get to the bathroom. "Go ahead, love," Harry said.
"Thanks." You entered the bathroom and shut the door as Harry waited in the hallway.
You did your business and wiped, only to be surprised by you getting your period. "No! It's early. Fuck," you whined.
You looked under the cabinet and grabbed a tampon, noticing there was only one left. "Shit."
When you finished you opened the door and cursed to yourself. "I'll be right back!"
"Where ya goin'?" Harry asked.
Niall was up now, rubbing his eyes. "What's goin' on?"
"(Y/N)'s leaving apparently," Harry said from the bathroom.
You started to get changed, but both Harry and Niall came into your room after a minute. "Whoa! Knock."
"Relax," Harry said. "You're not naked."
You rolled your eyes, as you straightened out your shirt.
"Babe, where ya goin'? Thought we were trapped in here," Harry said.
You sighed. "I- got my period early and there's only one tampon left."
"Gotcha," Niall said.
"I'll go," Harry replied.
"No. It's ok," you shook your head.”I'll just go to the gas station down the street."
"With that creepy guy behind the counter? Yeah no. I'll go," Harry said.
He went into the bathroom and snapped a photo of the box of tampons. "One box or two?" he asked when he came back.
"Har, really. I can go."
"One or two?"
"One's fine," you sighed. "Thank you."
He nodded and then put his snow gear on. "Niall, you're on standby in case I get stranded."
"What the fuck am I supposed to do? Drag you home in the snow?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry replied, tying the laces on his boots. "Do we need anything else while I'm out?"
"Get milk," Niall said. Harry nodded.
"Thank you!" you shouted from your bedroom.
"You're welcome," Harry shouted back as he walked out the door.
When you walked out of your room to the kitchen, you saw Niall brewing you green tea. "How's your stomach? I'm making you tea."
You smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'm ok for now, but I'll still take the tea. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Niall said, kissing your forehead. "Do ya need anything else?"
You shook your head. "Just for you to be nice to Harry."
Niall sighed, stirring his coffee. "You know I love him."
"Then why are you so mean to him?"
"Cause he's a pain in my arse," Niall said.
"He's just bored."
Niall shrugged. "Brother's argue. They riff on each other. We're fine now."
You shoved into his side. "He's still sensitive after his breakup. Just go easy on him."
Niall nodded. "Alright, I will for you."
"Thank you."
Niall hummed and gave you a sidehug. "Want some eggs?"
"Sure," you nodded, sipping your tea.
"Ok. Go sit. I'll bring them to you."
"Ok." You sat on the couch and waited for the eggs to be cooked.
As you and Niall were eating breakfast, Harry came back. "Hey! I'm back!"
"Hey. In here," you said.
Harry came into the living sans his snow gear and handed you the bag. "Here you go, love."
"Thank you very much. I hope it wasn't too bad out there."
Harry shrugged. "I checked on Norman (the snow man) and he said hi."
"Hi, Norman. I hope he's not too cold."
"He's bundled in his scarf," Harry said.
"Perfect," you smiled.
Harry got changed back into his pajamas and put the milk in the fridge. You looked in the bag, which had your tampons, pads, your favorite candy, and a book of jokes in it.
When Harry walked back out to the living room, you asked, "Why the book of jokes?"
"So, I can entertain myself while we're stuck here."
"Let's hear some," Niall said.
Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at you. "Alright." He grabbed the book and scanned a few pages. "How did the hipster burn his tongue?"
You and Niall shrugged. "I don't know. How?"
"He drank his coffee before it was cool!" Harry responded.
You all chuckled and Harry skimmed through the book more.
"Hey, there's scrambled eggs in there if you're hungry," Niall said to Harry.
"Thanks," he smiled, heading into the kitchen.
You smiled at Niall and mouthed a "thank you" for the joke. He winked at you.
Harry came back to sit with you and eat. "How's yer tummy, (Y/N)?"
"I feel good right now. Thanks."
"M'kay. If ya want me to rub it later, let me know," Harry said.
"I will. Thanks, H." He nodded. "And thanks for getting all that stuff."
"Ya know I'd weather any storm for you," he said, chewing.
"Same with you guys," you smiled back.
"This was a lot of fun," Harry said. "We had some down moments, but I enjoyed hanging out with you guys."
"Me too."
"Yeah. Me too," Niall said.
"So, sleepover tonight? Movie marathon? Nail painting? Face masks? Truth or dare?" Harry asked.
"Sure," you giggled.
"Ni?" Harry asked.
He nodded. "If there's pizza, I'm in."
"Pizza's a given," you said.
"Perfect," he replied.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Harry squealed.
