Vibration was felt in Harry's dream, and he woke up confused and wondering if the universe was real. But after realizing that his phone is the one buzzing next to his head in the charger, he lifts it up to see who it is waking him up, and he answers no problem when he see's that it's Niall.

"Niall James." He answers, dropping his head back down and wanting to finish the good dream he was having. "Harry, my Mum has made loads and loads of food and I wanted you to come over and eat breakfast with us." Harry processes the offer, and tells Niall to hold on folr a second. Abandoning his fully charged phone, Harry walks to his muthers room in his plad pajama pants and white long sleeve shirt. "Mum," He grasps the door frame and leans inside.

She looks up from the morning paper. "I'm gonna go to Niall's for breakfast, is that okay?" Anne nodded with a kind morning smile and Harry smiled too. "Thank you. Good morning, and I love you." He blows a kiss as a goodbye and Anne tells him that she loves him too.

"Sure. Should I come now?" Harry says after plopping back down onto his bed. "Yeah, otherwise the food will be gone. It's almost ready." Harry could hear Niall chewing on the other line, which meant that the bastard was already eating. "Okay, I'm on my way now."

Harry thought that it would be okay to go in his pajamas to Niall's house for breakfast. Its breakfast, its the morning, everybody else will be in their night wear, right? Harry damn hopes so. The only thing he changes about the outfit is putting on a black jacket to keep warm during the drive, directions given by Niall Horan himself.

Harry could hear the happy chatter and the loud laughter through the door with a glass circle in the middle of it covering the majority of the wood. A blonde woman answers the door with a smile, and the first thing she does, besides smile, is bring Harry into her for a hug. Harry felt a good kind of awkward, smirked involuntarily and hugged the woman back. "I'm Maura." She says before breaking away. "I'm Harry." Harry reaches his hand out and Maura ignores it, shaking her head and hugging him again. He looked at Niall who was sitting on a barstool next to Zayn and smiling at Harry, laughing mockingly. Harry smiles and lifts up his hand, his middle finger sticking up. Niall gives an offended act and Harry chuckles. He's guessing factually that Niall told her what he did, and even exaggerated it just so he could get this reaction.

"Come on! Come eat before my son devours it all!" Maura puts her hand on Harry's and rushes him to the bar where Niall and Zayn are sitting, and also a orange cat sitting on the tile under the pan that was sizzling bacon. Harry grinned at the cat and bent down to pet it. The cat jumped a little and looked at Harry, sniffing his finger and then not caring, focusing back on the meat. Harry scratched its ear before accepting the plate being held out to him by Niall, who's reaching across the counter to do it.

"Niall!!" Maura scolds, slapping Niall's hand when he takes the plate. "What?!" Niall widens his eyes a bit at his mother, and she simply shakes her before flipping a few pancakes over. Harry is shy to take the food. He wanted to wait for Maura to be finished cooking before taking anything. In his mind, it was disrespectful to take food while the chef was still cooking. (true fact about me *thumbs up emoji*) "Harry," Harry turns his head to Niall. "Get some food." He demanded kindly, and with a sigh, he picked up two chocolate chip pancakes and dropped them on the side of the plate. He picked up four strips of crispy bacon and put two sausages next to it. He also dumped some hash browns and scrambled eggs in the mix of foods.

Harry got a good vibe from Nialls house. It felt fun and positive, his Muther wasn't some depressed woman who couldn't accept the fact that her son would die sooner than she would and treated him like he wasn't sick; slapping his hand and scolding him, yelling him doing something rude and telling him to have some difference. I felt like a perfect angel and Niall was the rebel, and Zayn was the friend that is constantly at the house and could walk in and eat all the food if he wanted to. He wa so comfortable and was stuffing his mouth full, not a crumb getting on his green adidas jacket. Harry was right, he though. Every one was in sleep wear.

Zayn had on that green jacket over a black shirt with a band he doesn't know on it, and grey sweats complicated by messy hair. Niall had on a plaid shirt that was wrinkly and a thick grey jacket on top of it. He had on basketball shorts and he was twiddling with his tank; rocking it back and forth and catching it when it begins to fall. Maura was dressed for the day, but Harry thought it be more awkward if she wasn't.

Harry watches Zayn grab the silver platter that as all the hash browns on it and steal a glance behind his shoulder when the cat makes noise jumping up onto the counter. He looks back and chews the thick amount of food in his mouth and he poured the remaining hash onto his plate. "Ginger!" Niall scolds, watching the cat dip its paw into a glass. The cat looks at him, blinks, looks at the glass and then jumps down.

"Can you pass me a fork?" Niall asks no one in particular, sitting up in his seat more. Harry still hadn't even sat yet, he was there holding his plate while he waiting for some sort of drink; preferably milk. Harry looked at everyone to see who would do it, and when he meets eyes with Niall, he could see the amusement. "I'm asking you, Harry." Niall giggles. Harry blushes and looks at all the drawers. He opens one next to the oven, and see's spatulas and wooden spoons and such. He closes it. Niall whistles and grabs Harry's attention. Niall whistles again as he points below him and widens his eyes, turning them back and forth. Harry opens the drawer Niall's pointed to and feels a sense of relief when he see's all the spoons and knives and forks. After handing Niall the fork, Niall sits back in his seat and begins to break off a piece of pancake.

"Niall, what do you say?" Maura warns. "Thanks." Niall gives this sexy smirk to Harry for only a second. Harry doesn't even want to eat anymore despite his stomach growling at him. He just wants to watch Niall.

Finally, Harry gets some milk and sits down next to Zayn. "Hey." Zayn greets. "Hi." Harry greets back, wondering where to start with his over filled plate. He begins with the pancakes. "If you don't want those," Zayn waves his finger over Harry's hash browns. Harry looks at him. "I'll take em." Zayn had stuffed the food in his mouth to his cheek so he could speak, and when he begins to chew again Harry wants to tell him to take smaller amounts.

"GINGER!!!" The name is yelled at different times when the orange and white cat steals a piece of bacon and runs off with it. "Get her!" Maura yells and both Niall and Zayn bolt up, chasing after the pour cat. Harry watches in amusement as Niall curses at his oxygen cart getting in the way and Zayn falls because of his socks being slippery against the smooth wood floor. Maura sighs and looks at Harry. "You should see them try and catch the mouse a few weeks ago." Harry laughs a little; half of it fake to be polite and half of it from thinking about it.

"CALL IT!!" Niall screams when Zayn walks back with the chewed up piece of bacon. "Gross," Zayn scrunches his face and tosses it on the counter so Maura could throw it away. "Hey! No! I called it! That's the rules!" Nialls grabs the bacon and puts it in his mouth, glaring at Zayn. Zayn calls him disgusting and Niall calls him a germaphobe.

Even though nobody really talked to Harry or each other, Harry was really enjoying himself. He wants to eat breakfast here more often.

"Do you want some help with the dishes, Ms. Horan?" Harry volunteers while Niall and Zayn had started a game on their PlayStation. "That's okay, Harry. You're the guest. Thank you for asking, though." Harry shoots her a smile before joining Niall and Zayn in the living room. "Niall! Zayn! Dishe!" Maura demands right when Harry plops down next to Niall. The two bestfriends groan in syn, Niall wrinkling his nose and Zayn stomping his foot. "Now!" Niall curses under his breath and pauses the game. Then, he places a hand on Harry's knee and pushes himself up. Harry looks at Niall and Niall looks at Harry, Niall smiling and saying the words, "I like your hair." Harry self consciously combs his hair down and blushes, wondering how it looked this whole time and if it looked bad.

While doing the dishes, Maura went upstairs and Harry sat on the barstools watching the two boys do the massive amount of dishes. They put Niall's phone into the speakers that surround the whole house and he played YONCE by Beyonce, and they both danced to it. It made Harry laugh hysterically, but he tried to be quiet about it to not cause him attention. He wanted them to keep going.

Niall, sticking his butt out and dipping his chest down, attempts to look sexy by attempting to twerk and flip his invisible Beyonce hair. Zayn, moved his hips back and forth in a fast pace and looked up, sticking his hand in the air.

SIngle Ladies came on after that, and Niall and Zayn both shared a look of "oh shite this is my song" and stepped back from the sink, not caring about the water and bubbles dripping from their hands. Together, in sync, they did the choreography from the music video. There were mistakes, or they just couldn't do it like they could, but Harry enjoyed seeing Niall so happy even after being in the hospital and almost dying. It was like none of it happened and the oxygen tank he carries around is an accessory.

For a moment, when Niall was laughing hysterically about Zayn almost falling on his bum, Harry could almost FEEL himself falling in love.

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I get out of the hospital tomorrow :D but then have to come back to another form of it for physical therapy >_> i just hate hospitals. they reak of fart and cleaner.

I also wish i could sing.