••Save Me From The Nothing I've Become•• Narry AU PRIVATE!

Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to Niall after getting out of the truck and locking it, grabbing him by the upper arm and carefully pulling him up. "Did your chest hairs help you to not fall and get a nosebleed, you twat? No. And now I'm carrying you." He stated simply, wrapping his arms around the drunken lad's waist and lifting him up, settling him on his shoulder over his middle like a child. He walked with ease up the few white marble stone steps there were that led up to his door, fiddling with his free hand around in his back pocket for the keys to his home. After a bit, he found them and pulled them out, unlocking his front door and pushing it open with his other shoulder Niall wasn't currently slung over. He was acting as if he literally wasn't carrying the weight of another young male on his shoulder.

Harry rolled his eyes and walked through the first floor of his house, stopping when he was in the kitchen and setting the blonde boy down in front of the sink. "I do, actually, to both of your statements. I simply want to fuck you into the mattress so hard you'll still be able to feel me for days on end and mark you everywhere on your body as mine. But you're so pissed drunk, so I won't." He replied as he got a washrag from one of the cabinets, getting it damp and handing it over to Niall. "Now wipe the blood off your face, since your almighty chest hairs can't do it for you." He added with a teasing grin, rolling his evergreen eyes. The funny thing was, was that he himself didn't even have chest hair and he was twenty one, although that fact didn't bother him.

Harry sighed and gently reached out to pull the washcloth away when he saw that Niall's nose had stopped bleeding, not seeing the tattoo on his wrist yet. He carefully managed to rinse most of the blood out of the cloth, leaving it on the side of the sink to dry. He returned to a sleeping Niall, his normally dark evergreen eyes soft as he studied the rather attractive lad. Not that he hadn't been good looking before, it'd just been in a more boyish way. Harry'd also known for a fact that once Niall fully hit puberty, he'd be hot as hell. And here he was, two years later with the same small lad curled up on his counter looking like sex on legs as proof. He sighed softly, and went to pick Niall up bridal style, but as he moved to do it, he saw the tattoo on his wrist. He had to bite his lip to stop from letting out a verbal 'awww' at the cuteness. He smiled as he scooped Niall into his arms, flicking the light off with his shoulder as he left the kitchen and walked toward the stairs that led upstairs.

Harry smiled a bit at Niall, kissing his forehead softly as he padded up the stairs. Harry'd obviously changed a lot to, but more mental than physical. He'd changed in both ways, it was just that he liked to think he'd grown up more in his mind set than anything else in the two years since school ended for him. He hardly had one nights stands anymore, and when he did, he'd more than likely been to drunk the night before to say no. He didn't bother stopping a grin when Niall rested his head on his shoulder, the spiked up hairs on his head tickling at his scruffy jaw. When he made it up all the steps he turned down a hall and walked to the end, quietly opening the door to his bedroom. He walked into the room and gently sat the Irish lad down on his bed that'd he'd had custom made so his feet didn't hang off the end. It was extra long and extra wide for his lengthy limbs, and the bed and comforter mixed together were as plush as all get out.

Harry frowned as he saw Niall crying, guilt washing over him because he knew what the blonde boy was thinking of. He quickly stripped down to his boxers because falling asleep in skinny jeans wasn't comfortable at all and he always slept like this, soon crawling up beside Niall which caused the bed to dip a little. He wasn't sure if Niall was completely awake or half asleep or whatever, but nonetheless that didn't stop him from muttering something quietly. "I'm still here, love." He whispered softly, tilting his head forward to kiss Niall's forehead. He slipped an arm around the younger lad's waist and pulled him close, holding him in a loose but tight enough grip that let Niall know he was still beside him and didn't plan on leaving him again.

Harry's dark green eyes fluttered open when Niall kissed his jaw, the evergreen orbs a little glassy looking from sleep. He blinked a few times, furrowing his eyebrows when he heard the Irish lad groan. Then, everything came rushing back to him and he chuckled softly, kissing the top of Niall's head. " 'S what you get, you little alcohol whore." He slurred in his gravely morning voice, grinning lazily down at the young lad. After a moment though, he brought his hand up to lightly run his fingers through Niall's hair. "Do you want some Advil or something?" He asked softly, taking a bit of pity on the hung over lad. Although, he felt Niall knew what he'd been in for when he took all those shots. So, he didn't feel extremely bad for him because the smaller boy knew how it'd end up. Maybe if that'd been his first time going out and getting smashed Harry'd felt a bit more pity because that would mean he wouldn't know how his body would react to all the alcohol, but that wasn't the case. He still had his face nuzzled into Niall's neck though as he waited for a reply, his arms wrapped loosely around the blue eyed lad once more.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at the 'she', kissing Niall's shoulder when he'd hung up before he flopped back down onto his back.He'd bet anything he was either talking about Anne or Gemma. "Firstly, Advil's in the bedside table. I'm rather quiet lazy in the morning, so when I wake up with a hangover I don't want to go downstairs to get it. Not to mention I'm naturally slightly uncordinated, so for me to try and walk downstairs drunk...it just wouldn't work. I'd probably break my foot or something. My bed also has to be big because incase you have't noticed, I'm kind of tall and like to sorta spread out. " He explained softly, head tilted to the side so he could look at Niall as he talked. "Secondly, you are gay personified by one hundred. Like, I'm surprised you haven't burnt me yet, ya flamer." He teased fondly, biting his bottom lip. "And lastly, did that guy with pink hair...Mikey?...from last night call me 'cute'?" He asked, grinning lightly. It was rare for someone to call him cute. It was normally more along the lines of hot, sexy, attractive, whatever else people called him. When he'd been younger though, probably up until the age of eleven, that'd been a different story. Any female from the age of sixteen to fifty, about the age of his grandmother, would pinch his cheeks and tell him how cute he'd been. Like a sleepy puppy trying to stay awake or a fluffy kitten. That was probably why he acted so much like a kitten now, purring...or humming and pushing his head into people's hands when they'd scratch at his curls. Yes, he still did that...like all the time. He'd admit it too.

Harry smiled lightly up at Niall when he sat on his hips, his hands going to rest on the curve where his back met his bum. "It's not my fault you're like five seven. And that's sweet that you helped Mikey come out..." He grinned, a dimple popping through on his cheek. "And speaking of coming, I hope you remember what you were like last night. You are the horniess drunk I've ever met, and I don't know how Mikey deals with it." He replied, nosing into the blonde boy's hair. He moved his hands up a little when Niall layed down on him, having them now rest clasped together in the center of his back. When Niall kissed his neck, he instinctively tilted his head up and to the side to give the Irish lad more room and hummed quietly. He looked content, just laying beneath Niall and cuddling with him. Something he didn't get to do the last time he'd spent more than an hour with him.

Harry rolled his eyes at the comment about his boxers, but didn't bother stopping the grin that briefly flickered across his face. "You've seen me completely naked and hard, but yet you still compliment me on how nice I look in boxers. How kind and classy of you. Oh, and you were already drooling, don't worry, you don't need me for that." He replied with a joking tone, eyes amused. "And yeah I'll get you one, but you have to get off me so I can get them. They're in my jeans pocket from last night." He added, smiling fondly when Niall kissed his neck. However, he didn't think smoking and being hung over were the best mix. But hey, he did the exact same thing, so who was he to judge. The Irish lad still had a lot of the cute qualities from when he was sixteen, like his sweetness and how he loved to cuddle as well and would just kiss parts of Harry whenever the blonde boy wanted to. Niall's personality still had a noticeable tinge of cute innocence. "And by the way babe, I like your wrist tattoo." He continued with a playful wink.

Harry showed a cheeky smile, still looking a bit sleep ruffled. "I'm sure I'll see them soon enough." He mumbled with a faint smirk, crawling to the edge of the bed and stretching his lengthy body out, managing to snag his jeans off the floor. "I'll suppose you need a lighter as well?" He asked without glancing over his shoulder, pulling the carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. The type he smoked was extra menthal because he loved the smoke taste. He was still spread out on the bed, half of his body still on the bed. His torso was leaning off since he'd had to stretch. He shifted around a little so he was once again fully on his bed, handing Niall his lighter and a cigarette. "It's extra menthal, by the way." He muttered, laying back down once the younger lad took the items held out to him. He motioned to one of the many windows in his room, signalling for Niall to go smoke out of it so it wouldn't smell up the room.