"Shut that thing up," Harry groaned the moment the loud voice of Hannah Montana singing 'Nobody's perfect' reached his ears. He took a hold of his pillow, quickly putting it on the other side of his head as he tried to block the noise of. The movement just caused his head to throb painfully hard but he ignored it, focusing more on going back to sleep but the thought left his mind when the young pop-star continued to belt out the lyrics, the song becoming annoying almost instantly when it just worsened his head ache. "Oh my fucking god Niall, shut that thing off."

Harry sighed, brushing his long brown curls aside as he finally got up from the bed, smiling a bit when he noticed that the music was gone. Thankfully. But then he frowned, turning around to stare at his bed because he was really certain that Niall almost never entered his room. And even if he did, the blonde would much rather put on Justin Bieber's old music than listen to Hannah Montana. The curly brunette frowned to himself, turning the sleeping boy whom he had finally taken notice of, to the side just so he could check whether it was Niall or someone else.

"Oh my god," Harry yelled, jolting away in shock when the other boy moved and finally opened his eyes. The blue orbs staring at Harry in surprise before removing the white sheets that were covering his body. The taller man didn't wait to watch the boy get dressed, put his phone back in his jeans pocket but rather he simply but his shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned and bolted down the stairs in just his boxers. He could only imagine how annoyed Niall must be feeling. Sure, the blonde didn't feel anything for Harry but they had a pact, he was not supposed to bring his one night stands back home. At least not after knowing how much they hurt Niall.

"I see the slut is up and walking." The sheer coldness and venom in that soft voice, made Harry stop mid action. He was sure he looked ridiculous right now and by the way Niall's eyes were raking his body up and down, shaking his head slightly as his lips curled into a smirk, Harry was more than positive that he looked ridiculous right now. "Seriously Styles, I didn't know you liked people biting and clawing on you." Harry frowned at the words, taking Niall's phone which was lying on the kitchen counter, and turning the front camera on. He stifled a groan as he grimaced at his bruised neck.

"Listen Niall I -," he was stopped mid sentence by the blonde boy who was walking down the stairs,his hair messed up probably because he couldn't find a mirror and a hair brush to tame them, his shirt was definitely placed on in a hurry and Harry wished the ground would swallow him whole. What the fuck was he thinking? Bringing home a boy rather than the usual girls? What's worse is that he chose someone who looked so much like Niall but not an exact replica. This boy had much thicker lips, his body was way too thin unlike Niall's perfect one. Hell, this boy had nothing on Niall but Harry still felt guilty for even bringing him home and banging him.

"Um...I'm just going to leave. Last night was - I'm sure it was fun even though I don't remember it. But here's my number," Harry blinked, gulping as he glanced at Niall, his band mate who was openly scowling and glaring at the boy who was right now passing a paper with his name and number scribbled hurriedly on it. "Call me, maybe?" And with that he was walking out of the door, leaving Harry dressed in his ridiculous red flower print shirt which was open from the front and his black Calvin Klein boxers in the company of his band mate who right now, really fucking hated his guts.

"How was he?" Niall asked after a while, breaking the silence that had settled between them as he made pancakes for his annoying band mate. He didn't know why he was feeling like this, as if somebody had just taken his heart out and ripped it into shreds. Niall chose to label the feeling as being utterly annoyed and frustrated with Harry's tactics. He knew he was lying to himself but anything was better than the truth. Especially right now.

"I don't remember? Look Niall I -" Harry groaned when Niall raised a hand to silence him.

"I don't care about your sex life. Fuck whoever you want just don't do it in this house." He plopped the pancake on the plate, adding the chocolate syrup on top and serving it to Harry. "Eat." Niall hissed out, frowning when he saw Harry nodding his head obediently, rubbing his forehead before biting into a piece of his breakfast. Niall shook his head, reaching for the top cabinets and taking out an Advil, quickly handing it over to Harry before proceeding to take a beer out of the refrigerator. He really needed some sort of alcohol in his system right now.

"I'm sorry." Harry tried again, once he was certain that Niall had calmed down at least a bit. He didn't get what the big deal was. It wasn't as if Niall cared or anything. And since their rooms were on different floors, and Niall pretty much sleeps on the couch almost everyday, he was certain that the moans and groans were probably kept to the minimum. He might not have even done a marvelous job considering the guy he banged didn't even remember anything. Sneakily, he reached for the paper slip with the number on it and smiled a bit to himself when he saw the small heart drawn on the side, where the guy had written his name. Shawn.

"Like I said, I don't care. Just go be a slut somewhere else rather than here."

"I am not a slut."

"Really? I'm sorry but with the way you keep on fucking random people whose name you don't even remember, I'm pretty sure you account to one."

"I am trying to apologize here, you ungrateful little shit." Harry yelled out, watching the smaller man flinch at the loud voice but he was honestly so damn tired of dealing with this. They couldn't even get along for a simple second and right now, with his headache and his own heart tugging at him with guilt and regret, he really wished Niall would fucking stop accusing him.

"Why apologize? It's not like you're going to change," Niall stopped, daring the brunette to look at him and when the taller man did exactly that, the blonde smirked. "Slut."

"You fucking piece of -," Harry charged, stopped himself as he raised his fist towards the shorter man, watching Niall get up from his place on the couch and walk towards him, making sure that his blue eyes never left Harry's green ones.

"You're pathetic if you think that I won't hit you back." Niall muttered lowly, bringing his fist back before letting it strike against Harry's jaw, smirking to himself when the taller man turned his head to the other said, grunting lowly in pain. It felt good, Niall mused, good to know that he was making Harry feel the exact same thing Niall had been feeling since last night.

"Oh you asked for it." Harry whispered, letting his hands shove Niall to the wall, before raising his fist and letting them collide with his stomach, flinching when Niall groaned loudly. He lifted his head to stare at the boy he loves more than the fucking universe, biting back a smile when he noticed him glaring at him, his eyes cold but there was a hint of amusement there. As if he never expected Harry to raise his fist on him.

"Stop.." Niall whispered shakily, unsure of why they were both leaning in. He was certain whatever was happening was definitely not something pre-planned. Especially with the way Harry kept on eyeing his lips and then checking his face for any sign of discomfort but when Niall didn't respond, just continued staring at those green eyes that he actually liked, the brunette decided to lean further in, not sure whether the blonde was following his lead but then his lips were wrapped around Niall's softer ones and they were moving together, with Niall's hands wrapped around his neck, playing with the light curls there and with Harry's hands moving up and down the Irishman's back, tracing how soft and small he felt in his arms. And at that moment Harry decided that kissing Niall Horan was probably better than anything else in the world.

AN/ Bet you didn't expect that, huh?

Anywho, I watched Conjuring 2! It was scary lol. I had my earphones on, playing Better Than Words and The Chainsmokers. Lmao. Horror movies are not made for me.