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"Harrehhh!" Niall yells. "Please tell me you have finished packing, we really need to leave."
No respond.
"God damn it," he mutters to himself, walking up the stairs of their house.
"Harry?" Niall enters their bedroom, finding Harry sitting on the floor, surrounded by clothes.
"Here you are. What’s the matter, babe?" Niall kneels besides his boyfriend, gently carrying his hand through the brown curls.
"Can’t find my boots," Harry mumbles, still not looking at Niall.
When Niall starts scraping his nails over Harry’s skull, he sees his boyfriend relax. “Which ones are you talking about?”
"My gold boots. I can’t find them."
"Babe, we’re going camping, you really don’t need your gold boots." Niall explains gently.
Harry finally looks at him. “I don’t care. I need my boots.”
Niall smiles. “Let’s find them, then. Have you checked under the couch yet? ‘S where you leave your boots most of the time.”
Harry gasps, acting offended. “I do not.”
Niall grins. “I’ll go take a quick look,” giving the curly lad a peck on his cheek before leaving the room.
After a couple of seconds, Niall’s voice echoes through the house. “Found them!”
Harry giggles, stands up and leaves the room. “Okay, I’m ready then. We can go.”
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”People fall in love in mysterious ways," Harry softly hums along with the radio, his hand placed over Niall’s which lays on his thigh.
"They do, huh?" Niall asks, giving Harry a look full of adoration.
Harry lifts their hands up, placing a soft kiss on Niall’s knuckles. “Yeah. The weekend’s going to be fun.” Harry mumbles against the blond’s hands.
Niall hums in agreement, Ed Sheeran’s voice softly playing in the background.
Harry surprises Niall by saying, “Want to get a little bit drunk today. Kinda feel like it.”
Nialls knows that Harry drinks, but only on occasions. Niall hasn’t seen his boyfriend drunk as often as he would like.
Niall encourages Harry being open to him, so he answers, “I’ll stop at the next gas station. Then my princess can get a bottle of vodka. Or do you prefer some Irish whiskey?” Niall grins.
"Already got enough Irishness for the rest of my life," Harry snorts.
"Hey!" Niall responds offended.
Harry giggles, and to Niall, it’s like music to his ears.
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When they stop at the gas station, Niall gives his boyfriend some money to go get the alcohol while he refuels. After a few minutes, Harry comes outside with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of orange juice, probably to mix it. He’s hiding it under his jacket, in case paparazzi shows up. He’s holding something else too, but Niall can’t get a proper look of it.
Niall is already in the car when Harry gets in, an excited glint showing in his eyes.
"What do you have there?" Niall asks curiously.
"Nothing," he answers, trying to hide the object behind his back.
"Come on, love. Show it to me, please?" Niall tries.
Harry takes his hands from behind his back. He’s holding a flower crown in his hands, biting his lip nervously. His eyes flicker from Niall’s to the crown while he fidgets with the leaves of the flowers.
"Gonna look so pretty on you. The green leaves are gonna bring out your pretty green eyes," Niall says honestly.
Harry blushes a deep red and tries to hide the crown.
"Hey, don’t do that. I’d like it if you wore it," Niall begs.
Harry shrugs. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t have bought it. It was a stupid idea.”
"Harry, baby, look at me. It’s okay to like pretty things, got that? I know you love the crown and I know that I love seeing you with it, so will you please put it on for me?"
The insecurity in Harry’s eyes leaves and he puts the flower crown on his messy brown curls.
"How does it look?" He asks.
"God, baby. You look so pretty. It really brings out your eyes." Niall smiles while trying to keep his eyes off Harry, which is a pretty hard thing to do.
"Is my pretty boyfriend going to get all wasted?" Niall asks teasingly.
Harry nods shyly, “I’ll leave some for you to drink when we arrive.”
"You don’t have to, I brought enough alcohol for a whole week. Want you to enjoy your… vodka orange?" Niall asks, glancing at the bottles in his boyfriend’s lap.
"You know I don’t really enjoy beer. I like it fruity." Harry gets a cute blush on his cheeks.
"I know," Niall grins, thinking about the cherry flavoured lube in his suitcase.
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They’ve been driving for half an hour now and Harry is pretty drunk, singing along with Uptown Funk rather loud.
”Saturday night and we’re in the spot, don’t believe me, just watch,” Harry blurs, shimming on his seat.
Niall watches his boyfriend with amusement written on his face. Harry takes another sip of his cocktail, but spills a little on his chest.
"Oh. Oops." He says while looking down at his chest with a pout.
"Hold on," Niall says, swiping his thumb over the spot and licking the beverage of his thumb, sucking obscenely.
Harry watches his movements with big eyes. “If you weren’t driving, I’d kiss you,” Harry mumbles, more to his own than to his boyfriend.
Niall suddenly swerves to the side, stopping the car. “Not driving anymore. C’mere.”
The blond haired guy places his hand against the curly lad’s cheek, letting his thumb follow the sharp line of his cheekbones.
”Please," Harry whispers, trying to climb over to Niall as elegant as possible in his tipsy state and with his long legs.
When Harry is seated properly in Niall’s lap, he leans back a bit to stare in his boyfriend’s aquamarine blue eyes. His fingers are playing with the short hairs on the back of Niall’s neck, while Niall’s hands are placed on his boyfriends hips, his thumbs slowly caressing the fern leaves tattoos. Harry’s lips part a bit, a gush of air getting out and hitting Niall’s lips.
Harry’s eyes travel to where his breath hit and then flash back to Niall’s eyes again. Niall follows the movement of his boyfriend’s tongue wetting his pink, puffy lips.
"I can see two Niall’s. I like that." Harry mumbles.
"Oh, one Niall is not enough for you?" Niall asks, acting offended.
"Of course it is. My bum still hurts from last night. And that was only one dick up my arse." Harry giggles.
Niall suddenly grabs the back of his boyfriend’s neck and pulls him closer, a soft groan escaping his mouth before their lips connect. Harry moves restlessly on the other boy’s lap, like he wants to be even closer, if that’s even possible. Niall’s tongue traces his bottom lip before softly biting on it and Harry lets out a needy whine.
"Don’t be so greedy, baby," Niall mumbles against the other lad’s lips.
Another whimper follows and then Harry’s rough sounding voice fills the car. “M’not even sorry. Really want to kiss you now.”
Niall huffs out a laugh. “Okay,” he says before reconnecting their lips again. There’s immediately a lot more action, Harry’s long fingers pulling on Niall’s hair and Niall’s tongue sliding against Harry’s, demanding control, which Harry gives him without protest.
They make out like that for a few minutes until there is a soft knocking on the car window. The two lads pull apart, both their lips shiny with spit. The curly lad’s eyes look a bit hazy. Harry looks to his left and sees that there is a police officer standing next to their car.
"Oops." Harry says, shrugging his shoulders and lowering the window.
"Yes?" Harry asks, his speech slurring a bit.
"This is the hard shoulder. You’re not supposed to stand still if your car didn’t broke down." The officer explains with a straight face, ignoring the position the two lads are in.
"Well okay, officer. If that’s even your real name." Harry bursts out in giggles.
Niall tries to hold back his smile, “We’ll leave right away, sir.”
"Sir? Hey, I am supposed to call you that," Harry whines and Niall coughs to cover up his laughter.
"We’ll leave," Niall repeats and restarts the engine. The officer goes back to his car again and Harry bursts out laughing, hiding his face in Niall’s neck.
"You were cheating on me by calling that man "sir"," Harry pouts and looks down at his fingers.
"Shut up you idiot," Niall says, placing his index finger under Harry’s chin to lift his head up. "You’re talking nonsense. You know I would never cheat on you." Niall says, stressing his statement by pressing a firm kiss to Harry’s forehead.
"Now hop off, love. Or we will get fined."
Harry lets out a soft whine but goes to sit in his own seat again, turning the volume button on full, Daddy by Béyonce blasting out of the speakers while they take off and continue their drive to their bungalow.