Set Free // HS ✓

Thirty-Two.

Niall spent his final night in Ireland at a pub with his friends. It appears that they pulled an all-nighter because he was still very much intoxicated when he got off the plane. The fact that he even made it to his flight at all is mind-boggling.

"So I'm going to go ahead and cut Harry a check to get his car detailed. Since someone threw up all over the backseat." I narrow my eyes at the culprit.

"I'm never drinking again!" Niall groans as he gets settled in his bed.

"Is that a promise?" I inquire with a hopeful voice.

"...Well, probably not," He admits.

I appreciate his honesty.

"Okay, try to sleep it off. I'm going to see if Harry needs help scraping your puke off his interior."

"Tell him I said sorry."

"That should fix the whole situation," I sass as I leave him in his bedroom.

I make my way outside and promptly hear the sound of Harry gagging.

Oh, please don't throw up too.

"H, you okay?"

He backs up from his Range Rover, "No. I can't deal with someone's puke without puking."

I sigh, and take the cleaning supplies out of his hands, "I got this."

"Wren, that's Niall's v-vomit," He coughs and looks away.

"I've raised babies since I was four years old. I've cleaned far more disgusting messes."

"This isn't a baby; this is a twenty-four-year-old man's Guinness barf!"

"Go in the house, Harry."

He eventually lets himself inside, and I get to work on the car.

I hate Niall.

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"Okay so um, your car reeks," I inform Harry as I sit next to him on the living room couch.

"That motherfucker."

"Don't worry; we will get your car cleaned by a professional."

He huffs, "I might have to get a new car altogether if that wretched smell doesn't come out."

"Well if you planned to get a new car, we should have just left the vomit in there, and sold it. I'm sure there are girls out there that would pay a pretty penny for Harry Styles' range rover with Niall Horan's crusted vomit on the back seat."

"Damn, missed my chance to become a millionaire."

"Such a shame."

"But you didn't have to clean my car, Wren. Niall doesn't pay you enough for that."

"As I said, I've dealt with much worse. I have seven siblings that I've cared for throughout the years. I'm used to being exposed to unfortunate bodily fluids."

"I'm comforting to know that my best friend is in qualified hands, then."

We both chuckle, and I grab my laptop to get caught up on work.

"Wren," Harry suddenly says after a couple of minutes.

I take my eyes off the screen and look at him, "Yes?"

"Can you..." He trails off for a few seconds, "Please promise me that you won't say anything about last night to anyone?"

Although that doesn't exactly sound like the healthiest way to handle the situation, I nod.