“Why’d you wanna collab with me anyways?” Liam asked.
“Liam’s been confused about that all week,” Niall chuckled.
“Because I thought he hated me,” Liam said, glaring at Niall.
“I don’t hate you, Liam. Where would you get an idea like that?” Harry said, looking half offended and half amused.
“You know exactly why,” Liam told him.”
Or the one where 1D never happened but things seemed to fall into place anyways.
Words: 15866
Status: Complete
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Relationship: Liam Payne/Harry Styles
Characters: Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Niall Horan
Additional Tags: Lirry - Freeform, Fluff, a bit of angst, Mostly Fluff, Zayn isn’t in this but I hope in this universe he’s happy doing whatever’s he’s doing, OT4 but not really cause they’re not all 4 at the same places at the same time
Collections: 1D Rare Pair Fest
““I just don’t want us falling apart,” Liam shrugs, putting his arms around Louis and Harry.
“Good point, Liam. Plus, do we know if we’re still something people want?” Harry says.
They’re all good points, Niall thinks. He knows he would hate for them to all fall apart because of a reunion, so he agrees. They also don’t know how much people really want a One Direction reunion. They’re all still fairly public separately, but together, who knows if they could get people caring like they used to.”
Or, the one where boybands do come back.
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narryornarry replied to your post “so many of y’all like to make harry out to be an asshole that legit...”
PREACH!!!!!! They always say he's so humble and genuine which is true he is!!!!! But I don't get it how they think he's also a snake who hates his band then?
yeah it doesn’t make any sense to me. i, as someone who stans harry as one of my faves, dont understand it. like i feel like its the only way he fits the “harry’s leaving 1d for good” narrative they have
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Niall starts a YouTube channel to teach people how to play guitar, Liam's going through personal struggles... and Harry, well he just likes to bake but he's really bad at it.
A story of bad luck, chocolate muffins, and finding the good in a bad situation
word count: 2,373 words
main pairing: Narry
Airports see more kisses than churches do, apparently anyway. Harrys never had much luck with love in airports. Come to mention it, he’s never had much luck with airports in general. Airports were the type of places where you were immediately overcome with stress as soon as you walked through the doors and had this tightened knot of dread in your stomach until you stepped off the plane, just a massive feeling that around every corner there was another opportunity for something else to go wrong. At least, that’s how it felt for Harry. He wasn’t the best traveller to say the least. This time, he was determined to make it different and make it enjoyable for himself. He was excited about flying for the first time in a very long time.
Today he was getting ready to jet off to his best mate Rob’s wedding in Rome. He’d met Rob in his first year of uni and the two had clicked immediately, bonding over a mutual love of going out on student nights and crawling home but not before stopping at the local takeaway and filling themselves with greasy food. It sounds disgusting now and Harry wouldn’t dream of doing anything like that anytime soon but at the time, he was in his element. Rob was getting married to Lou, his girlfriend of 3 years. Harry thought these two were things of fairy tales, they loved each other so bloody much and were absolutely perfect for one another. He could only dream that he’d eventually get to have someone like Lou in his life. Not Lou, obviously, but Harry’s equivalent of Lou. (Obviously).
The rest of the wedding party had flown out to Rome a few days earlier in order to do a bit of sightseeing and have the bridesmaids and groomsmen bond a little before the wedding. Harry was the one left behind, he couldn’t get extra cover from work as his boss didn’t thing he needed to be out of work for so long and deemed the 4 days he’d asked for already for the actual wedding celebrations enough time to be away.
Harry was up bright and early on the morning he was due to fly to Rome. His bags were packed and his suit was freshly pressed in his garment bag and laying safety over the arm of the coach waiting for the taxi driver to collect Harry and take him to the airport. He hadn’t felt like eating breakfast that early in the morning, planning on grabbing something at the airport as he’d be there early enough to be able to enjoy it properly. But, as the minutes ticked by and the minutes turned into half hours, Harry was getting nervous. Where was this taxi? He should’ve been here 45 minutes ago. Whipping out his phone, he called the taxi service again and asked where the taxi was. He’d forgotten about Harry and Harry wasn’t impressed in the slightest. He hung up the phone completely exasperated and rang another taxi instead.
*
He arrived at the airport but it was too late. He’d missed check in for his flight and the lady at the desk was as snotty as ever, refusing to let him onto the flight. He had to resort to buying another ticket for a flight that wasn’t due to leave for another few hours. The lady advised he find something to amuse himself with and to make sure he was at the gate in time for the next flight. He could hear the insincerity in her voice. He hated when people talked at him like he was stupid. None of this was his fault, he was ready and it was up to the taxi to come on time. Oh well, maybe things would pick up.
*
He had his hand on the door handle to get into the bathroom after wandering around for at least five minutes searching for the toilet when the door swung open and smacked him on the side of the head. Harry let out a moan and wince, hands shooting up to cup the side of his forehead. He waited for an apology but it never came, all that was heard was a loud and boisterous laugh that bellowed around the little corridor. “Mate, you should watch where you’re going next time!”, said the man-child who’d no doubt caused a shiner on Harry’s forehead that surely wouldn’t look good in the wedding photos.
*
After finishing up in the loo and inspecting his head for any signs of damage, Harry decided he was going to treat himself to a chocolate muffin from the coffee shop he’d passed on the way to the toilets. Sometimes you just needed some chocolate and he didn’t care how much of a woman he sounded when he said that. Growing up in a house of women made him realise that desperate times call for chocolate. As he entered the premises of the coffee shop, he locked eyes on the transparent box holding the selection of muffins. A hand was reaching into the box and clamping around the last chocolate muffin Harry could see. He followed the hand all the way up to see the face it was attached to and its owner was man-child himself. Harry gritted his teeth together and had to settle for a blueberry muffin instead, desperately trying to convince himself that it tasted yummy but it didn’t work, he was only lying to himself and that was never good.
*
Eventually, after a great deal of moping about longing for a chocolate muffin he got to board the flight. He was seated at a window seat much to his despair. He liked having the luxury of just being able to get up to stretch his long and gangly legs and not having to bother the other passengers every time he needed a wee. So, right now, his legs were crunched up in front of him, trying his best not to push his weight on the seat in front of him. At the very last minute, a new passenger joined him on the middle seat next to him. There was an old woman sitting on the aisle seat and he was thankful to have someone separating them because he feared having to make mindless conversation for the duration of the flight.
He heard commotion coming from behind him, the sounds of awkward laughter as someone knocked against the other passengers, trying their best to make it up the aisle to where their seat was. “Sorry, sorry, excuse me, could you just mo- my feckin’ knee!”. Instantly, Harry knew who it was and turned to the vacant seat next to him and prayed to every deity that existed in the hols of this voice not to join his row.. As soon as he felt the weight drop into the seat next to him and he was jostled up against the window further, all he could think to himself was “oh fuck, this is not happening!” Why did he believe his luck would change anyway?
He’d take that old lady ten times if it meant not having to deal with his seat mate though. You’ve probably already guessed it but he was seated next to the man-child, trapped up against the window with no escape. Man-child just looked at him and gave him a grin. He could feel the question in the smile though, “enjoy your muffin, mate?”. He could feel the mockery. Screw this guy, Harry was going to give him the cold shoulder. Who was he to steal his chocolate muffin?!
Harry nodded away to sleep just after the the plane had taken off, flying always made him sleepy… But mostly because he didn’t want to have to deal with man-child. The only reason he woke up was because there was a scratching sensation on his scalp, almost like the times when he’d been woken up for school by his mum who’d been playing with his hair. Only this time was different because it was someone trying to out a hat on his hea.. He jumped up, smacking his head off the window in the process and shot the perpetrator a glare.
“You really should stop bangin’ your head off things, pretty boy, can’t be good for what brain you’ve got left” man-child winked, laughing because he thought he was the funniest guy around.
“Oh shut your gob” Harry muttered, turning to face the window instead. “And, what the hell is this on my head” he groaned, reaching up to grab whatever was on his head. It turned out to be the dirtiest, most worn out SnapBack in the history of man. “Do you realise how many germs could be in this? You could have nits of all things! I have a wedding to go to!”
“Excuse me, I’ve washed this morning. Maybe because… MAYBE BECAUSE I-I have a wedding to go to too!”
“Shut up, I’m the best man.”
“I’ll have you know that I’m a successful one man wedding band” Niall uttered in a matter of fact way.
“Oh really? How successful is this ‘successful one man wedding band’ you speak of?” Harry mocked, using air quotes.
“This one time I played at a wedding and Katie Price winked at me, I mean FULL ON WINKED”
“That’s what you call successful?!” Harry laughed, burying his head in his hands in amusement.
“Oi, what’ve I done to you? You’ve been sour since I sat down” asked man-child turning in his head to face him, “ I’ve even let you sleep on my shoulder!”
Harry grimaced, “I did not sleep on your shoulder.”.
“Eh, yeah you did. Cuddled into my neck, clutching me like I was your teddy bear and everythin’? Did you forget to pack him, is he in your suitcase or somethin’?” he asked.
“Oh my god, I really can’t do this right now. I’ve had the morning from hell and you’re the icing on the cake, cherry on top, sprinkles, chocolate sauce; everything” Harry gave out in a exhausted tone of voice.
“Oh” Niall whispered, “hopefully your luck will change. My name is Niall, wanna start over?” He asked, extending a hand to Harry.
“Harry” he accepted, a tiny smile smile escaping.
*
The two talked and talked for the rest of the flight, filling each other in on what they worked as (Harry worked as a photographer for a modelling firm and Niall was part of a backup band for an up and coming singer). Harry told Niall about where he was headed, clearly not being able to hide his excitement, and as it turns out, Niall wasn’t lying when he said he was a one man wedding band. He was scheduled to play at the wedding reception of Rob and Lou’s, imagine that? Niall wasn’t shy about whipping out the photo he had snapped on the plane of Harry wearing his most loved (not dirty) SnapBack, he was in the picture too, holding a thumbs up in frame with his wide grin across his face. This spurred their mutual friends to break out in laughter, who had to travel on a plane to Rome to meet a friend of a friends? They shared drinks at the wedding, Niall even going as far as asking Harry to “boogie” (Niall’s words, not Harry’s) at the reception and making sure they were the last to leave the dance floor that night.
In the end, Harry realised that Niall had kept him company on the flight from hell and he was really grateful for that. They swapped numbers and promised that they’d meet up once they both were settled back to London. Was it strange that Harry was both nervous and giddy at the thought of meeting up with this strange man-child he met at the airport?
**Several years later**
Harry was sitting in the airport, it feels like his luck had been improving with airports over the last number of years. He was sitting at the arrivals barrier, waiting for him for arrive. He’d had this week planned forever, and couldn’t believe the time had rolled back around so quickly since he’d left two months ago for the tour. Those two months felt like two years when they were going through it however.
Glancing up at the arrivals screen he saw that the flight had just landed, it wouldn’t be long now.
Ten minutes later and he was searching manically through the crowds of people emerging through the arrivals gate. Families with luggage carts, business men with jackets looped over their arms and briefcases dangling at their sides, the area was swarmed with people when he spotted him.
He was wearing his jeans and that grey zip-up that Harry had given him as a present a few months previous, the one that made him look so warm and made Harry want to attack him with cuddles. As soon as he spotted Harry, his pace accelerated, guitar case strapped to his back and bouncing with every step he took closer.
As soon as he was close enough, he launched himself at Harry, wrapping his arms around his middle and crushing his face into his neck, inhaling the scent he’d been missing for so long.
“Missed you so much” he mumbled.
“Mhmm” was all Harry could reply, pecking a kiss on Niall’s scruffy cheek, “have muffins for you back home, chocolate ones like”
Niall pulled away and pushed the SnapBack off his head, running his hands through his hair. “Did you really buy muffins?” He questioned.
“’Course I did. This way I was guaranteed a muffin and not at risk of some man-child stealing mine when I need my chocolate” Harry winked.
They found their way back to Harry’s shoddy little Ford Focus (hey, it’s more reliable than a taxi driver) and chatted the whole way back to their shared flat where they lay on the couch for an embarrassing amount of hours, tangled up in each other and catching up with the others stories they hadn’t had the time to hear about in the months gone by.
Maybe airports do see more kisses than churches in the end.
