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Ocean Eyes: Zaddy
Harry: You’re older than me
Ocean Eyes: I know.
Ocean Eyes: You’ll take the opportunity to remind me any time you can.
And it’s true. But the way it’s been since the band started, Niall feels like the youngest, the one he and the rest of the boys felt the fiercest need to protect.
Ocean Eyes: You’re getting better at this. I’m surprised you knew that one off the bat.
Harry: Hey!
Ocean Eyes: Well
Ocean Eyes: You’re slow on the uptake sometimes.
Harry: What is this?
Harry: Pick on Harry day?
Ocean Eyes: Every day is pick on Harry day.
Harry: …
Ocean Eyes: …
Harry: Babeeee
Ocean Eyes: Yes, Harry?
He sighs and scrubs his face. Niall is annoying.
Instead of playing the merry-go-round of games they usually do, he asks flat out.
Harry: Which picture?
Their cat and mouse act of seeing pictures of each other online and then sending it to the other in acknowledgement, in appreciation is one of the oldest ones they play.
Ocean Eyes: Three guys on your left. Blue shirt, white shoes, sunglasses, clip in hair, khaki pants, apple in hand.
And instantly he knows the picture Niall’s referring to. His first outing in Australia.
Ocean Eyes: Honestly, I’m surprised.
Harry: ?
Ocean Eyes: You’re managing to hold an apple in one hand, then another pair of white shoes, and a hat, even.
Ocean Eyes: Yet you trip over air all the time.
Harry: Shut up!
Ocean Eyes: And you’re not even looking in the same direction as everyone.
Ocean Eyes: You don’t have to try so hard to be cool all the time babe, you already are.
Harry tries to fight the blush creeping up his cheeks. A light pink color dusts across his tanned complexion; he can’t help it but is so thankful he’s alone right now.
Harry: Do you live just to torment and embarrass me?
Ocean Eyes: Me? Torment you?
Ocean Eyes: Never babe! How dare you accuse me of such a thing??
And okay. Harry can practically feel the sarcasm dripping between his fingers.
Harry: Bastard!
Ocean Eyes: I love you too!
Harry feels the blush settling in his cheeks and traveling to the tips of his ears and down his neck. It’s so embarrassing the way Niall can make him blush, even through a screen.
Harry: Enough of that.
Harry: Now tell me what you thought of the picture once you cropped the others out.
He sees the three bubbles pop up in their text thread and awaits Niall’s response. It disappears a minute later and this continues for a while; Niall beginning a response but deleting it before he sends it.
And Harry knows he’s caught Niall red-handed. He knows about the folder his boyfriend has in his camera roll titled with his name. Pictures that he’s seen on Instagram or Twitter and saves to his phone, cropping them if others are in them.
It’s like when you dog-ear the corner of a page, folding it into the book so you can bookmark where you are for the next time you open it. The pictures are favorites, like treasure troves meant only for Niall’s viewing. And Harry knows this because he has his own folder of Niall in his camera roll. Endless images where he looks good. So handsome and sexy; a little secret tucked in the depths of his phone.
And yeah, they were both a little cheesy, and a lot crazy about each other. This photo would just be another scope added to the growing mass; the latest find, but surely not the last. This was Harry’s favorite game between them. Exchanging favorite pics of the other and then explaining why they loved it so much.
Ocean Eyes: Ummmmm
Harry: You’re gonna have to do better than that baby if you want these lips wrapped around your dick and these magical fingers the next time I see you
Ocean Eyes: HAROLD
Harry: Yes?
Ocean Eyes: We’re both going to hell.
Harry: I know.
Harry: So why not indulge me in all the dirty thoughts I know you have, and did the second you saw that picture?
The thoughts swirl through Harry’s head, of their most memorable sexual encounters together. And he can’t wait to see what Niall says, because he knows it’s filthy.