XXIII.

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"why don't you staywith me?"as soon as these wordsleft harry's mouth,niall's eyes had a rather glint in their eyes,as those eyes,fell upon the green-eyed boy

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"why don't you stay
with me?"
as soon as these words
left harry's mouth,
niall's eyes had
a rather glint in their eyes,
as those eyes,
fell upon the green-eyed boy.

"if you'd like me to."
niall replied,
as harry smiled back,
his hands rubbing
vigorously,
against each other,
for it was very cold
that very fine morning.

the blondie took
his rather warm hands
out of his pockets,
and grabbed harry's,
trying to provide
as much warmth he could.
his hands were tiny
against harry's,
they'd look so cute
as niall tried to fit in
both of his hands
over harry,
but always leaving
some uncovered space,
harry laughing
at this.

"so this is love....."
louis sang,
as the blondie
and his lover,
face-palmed,
and louis kept on
going on.

harry called up
his mum,
talking for
a good one hour,
in the corner of the street,
quite worriedly
yet kept showing thumbs
in between,
to provide reassurance
to the irish lad.

"mum said yes!"
harry shouted
as all the five boys
collapsed into a huge hug,
only for liam and louis
to fall down first,
followed by zayn and niall,
and atlast,
harry,
who wobbled for
good one minute.

people kept on staring,
but they wouldn't really care,
if they all were there
with each other
at this very minute,
they were carefree,
didn't give a damn about
what people say.

heading towards harry's house
with niall's arm wrapped
around harry's,
his chubby face squeezed
on his strong shoulder.

they reached the small
cottage as niall remembered,
the homely one,
as they glanced at each other,
before they entered
the house,
"you ready?"
harry asked,
his face filled with
a blend of joy and concern.

"i am ready."
niall smiled back,
as widely as he could,
his emotions exploding
through his face,
as harry ran a hand
through his hair,
while planting a kiss
on his forehead,
as they finally decided,
to enter for once.

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