Harry was nervous and excited. It was a simple date, nothing much that he had planned out. He didn't want to go to the extremes because as far as the public new, they had already been on several dates - Niall and him that is. It would bring unwanted attention if Harry was to do something really drastic all of a sudden. So he had planned out a simple date and had made sure to inform the management beforehand. Wouldn't want Modest! to be freaking out on where their skinny asses were going to be.

"Do I look good?" Harry turned around, showing the white checked shirt tucked inside the black jeans, a nervous look on his face as he waited for Liam's approval. The curly brunette, at these moments, would usually be calling Louis up for fashion advice and guidance but now that he had a bunch of papers left behind in the wake of Zayn Malik, Harry just couldn't bring himself to talk to Louis, or even look at the feathery haired brunette. Which just left Liam as his only option.

"Yeah. You look fine." Liam answered curtly, raising an eyebrow in confusion when Harry groaned. He seriously didn't get what the hassle was. All of them had known each other for years, Liam was almost certain that Harry had even heard Niall's fart more times than one could count on their fingers and it was weird to see the curly brunette being so nervous to hang out with Niall. It might be a date but really, they had seen the worst of each other.

"You're no help." Harry rolled his eyes, getting his rings from the counter and placing them on his fingers. He ran a hand through his curls, messing them up a little before grabbing his sunglasses from the bedside table. He wondered what Niall was going to wear. Maybe something extremely causal since he had never seen the blonde getting overly dressed up for anything. Either ways, Harry was still going to love the small twink, no matter what.

"If you needed help then you should've called Louis because I, for one, don't get what the big deal is about. It's you and Niall. You've been up each other's throat ever since day one." The bulkier of the two rolled his eyes, flipping through his iPhone and opening the Twitter app. He was planning on making a witty tweet about Harry being a menace but then changed his mind, deciding to just retweet fans and DM them.

"You're also mean. But it doesn't matter. I look good. Niall will be pleased." Harry rubbed his hands together before bracing himself for leaving the bedroom confinement and finally getting the blonde and taking him for a date. Harry didn't even dare to turn around to see Liam's reaction, the brunette probably didn't even care much, always way too tired to be dealing with Harry and Niall's on and off drama.

While Harry went downstairs, he couldn't help but feel a bit jittery about the date he was going to take Niall on. It was like a dream really, to have the blonde by his side and even though, Niall's feelings were nowhere as strong as Harry's own, they were still there and he just hoped that it never changed but just got stronger by every passing second. He wanted Niall to love him the way he loved the blonde. It was only obvious for him to expect that.

Waiting by the stairs, the curly brunette decided to get himself a glass of cold water to calm his nerves down. His throat felt too dry and his hands were sweaty. Just as he took a huge gulp of the water, footsteps came into being and Harry, in the midst of swallowing the liquid, turned around to stare at the cause of the small footsteps, choking on the drink when he noticed Niall staring at him in such a heated manner.

For a brief moment, Harry couldn't even believe his eyes because Niall just looked so damn tempting. Like a model walking down the ramp, his hair was messily brushed to the right hand side and the blue button down he was wearing made his eyes pop out. He looked hot and just so sexy all at the same moment and Harry had to bite back a moan when Niall smirked his way.

"You've got some drool on you." The thick Irish accented voice called out, making the taller lad blush furiously as he watched Niall bite his lips, making them a bit of a brighter pink because of the impact of his teeth on the thin pink lips. Harry quickly reached a hand out to wipe at his mouth, frowning when Niall chuckled at the action. "You're such a dork." The blonde called out, grabbing Harry's hands and taking them in his own as he led them away from the kitchen counter and outside the door, keeping it open as Liam was still lying on Harry's bed doing god knows what.

"Where do you plan on taking me Harold?" Niall asked, opening the passenger's door of the car and getting it. He quickly buckled himself up, tapping his jeans pocket to ensure himself that he was carrying his wallet and mobile phone, two of the very important things he needed in his life. The blonde turned around to stare at his companion, only to find the green eyes already staring at him. It made him blush, the sexual way Harry was observing him.

"You look damn fuckable." The slow English accent spoke out, finally finding the bit of control and dominance he had and putting it all into the four words he spoke out. The deep shade of red coating Niall's cheeks, his blue eyes widening in response to the words was enough to assure Harry that he had done a great job. The brunette quickly started the car up, moving it out of the parking area and onto the main lane, all the time sneaking little glances at Niall, waiting for the blonde to respond to the comment.

"T-thanks I guess." Niall spoke out slowly, whispering the last two words as he kept his gaze fixed on his fingers. He felt like a girl, blushing furiously at every little action Harry did. It was like high school crushes all over again, with Niall acting like an idiot when people would make a bold move. He needed to up his game quickly. Couldn't tolerate Harry getting all his emotions in a twist.

"You look adorable when you blush." Harry remarked once again, taking a U-turn to drive towards the coffee shop he really wanted Niall to visit. One thing that everyone knew about the blonde was his fondness for food and every time Harry had tried one of the pastries or the pasta the coffee house served, he couldn't help but think about how much Niall would love the place. The plus point was that it was just fifteen minutes away and Harry could get them private seats with absolutely no hassle. It's not that he minded it when fans came over his table to take photographs or what not but today, he really wanted to have some private moments with Niall. Hopefully by the end of the date, Harry might just get a kiss and some love from the pretty looking blonde.

"Shut up and drive Harry." The blonde hissed, hiding his blush from his hands and keeping his gaze lowered towards his white vans. The sudden halting movement of the car brought him out of the trance he was in, making him frown as he took in the brown and comfy looking building. Niall took his time to admire the glass windows, the small wooden tables and chairs that were visible from their position inside Harry's car. Without waiting for a response from Harry, the blonde got out of the car with a huge smile on his face.

"Can't believe you got me to The Coffee House." Niall squealed, waiting for Harry to finish parking the car properly before waiting for the brunette to come out so they could enter the small building. Niall could see the wide array of pastries and wraps. "Come on. Let's go." The blonde whispered, entwining his fingers with Harry's longer ones as he used his other hand to put on a pair of shades, the few people loitering around outside staring at them weirdly and some girls squealing loudly. Niall wanted to avoid a crowd for today and without wasting any time, he quickly dragged Harry inside the Coffee House, smiling widely at the old lady behind the counter who seemed to know Harry well enough.

"Hey Melanie." The brunette spoke out, keeping his arms around Niall's waist as he walked towards the small lady, bending down to peck her cheeks before glancing at Niall, only to find the blonde grinning at the sight before his eyes. The inside of the Coffee House was pretty isolate, only a few people clad in suits were typing away furiously on their laptops and a family sat at the far end of the room. The old woman, Melanie, quickly reached for the door, locking it up when she noticed the crowd becoming nasty outside. She quickly took Harry's arms in his own and Niall's in the other, before leading them upstairs and over to the isolated cabin. seating them up in the private setting.

"Thanks Mel. We'll just have a coffee for now." Harry answered politely, taking Niall's hands in his own as they sat down on the chair. The blonde was busy typing away on his phone to notice the small smile Harry was passing his way. Once Melanie had left, the brunette quickly took Niall's phone in his own grip. "You are telling the fans to be safe outside? That's adorable Niall."

"Shut up. Did you see the crowd there in a matter of a few seconds? I already called security." Niall smiled, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder as he sighed loudly. It felt comfortable to be here, away from the screaming crowd, away from people who would look at them with awe and something else present there which Niall really couldn't yet figure out. He preferred this over anything. The silence, the calm but maybe he spoke too soon because the very next second, a voice was screaming the name of his companion and it was too close to their table and too familiar.

"Shawn?"

AN/ I realized that I didn't update BHC for such a long time and the only reason is my hectic schedule due to college. I'm officially a college student now and let me tell you, it's exhausting af.

Apart from that, I AM 18 NOW! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY BITCHES!!!!!!!

Let's go back on the story though lol:

Thoughts on the chapter?

Thoughts on Liam being unhelpful? lol

Thoughts on Narry's date?

YOU SHOULD ALSO CHECK OUT MY NEW NARRY FICTION CALLED "BODY SAY" AND MY NEW ZIALL FICTION "HOW TO DATE A STRIPPER"!