When he got to the lockers, his heart nearly dropped, Harry was standing there, wearing that ridiculous Rolling Stones shirt. Okay it wasn't the worst shirt in his wardrobe, but Niall'd known Harry for years and by now that thing had been so worn that there was a hole right below Harry's chest, still Harry wore it, diaper pins holding it together (barely.) Niall's point was, Harry looked ridiculous, and adorable and he had a nice ass.
"Hey man, you got a nice arse." Niall stated bluntly, well, no going back, he thought reaching around to slap it. "No homo though."
Harry furrowed his brows. He kind of looked like a fish out of water before letting out a breathy laugh. "Niall, I'm your boyfriend."
"Oh, really? Then I'm just kidding, total homo." Niall smiled, getting on his tippy toes to kiss his ridiculous boy.
"You're a goof, Niall Horan."
