Harry doesn't need help getting laid and he certainly doesn't need Niall to hire a professional to 'sort him out'. But when a gorgeous man turns up on his doorstep on his birthday to 'lay some pipe' in the back garden (who just happens to have the best arse Harry's ever seen), his world is upended. OR the one where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry's ever found.