"Attention, passengers. the flight is about to take off. fasten your seat belts and make sure you are in the correct seats." The flight attendant warns over the plane's intercoms, and me and Harry obey her instructions.

As soon as the plane goes up in the sky, I look aside just to witness a sleepy Harold laying his head on my shoulder.

"Haz."

"What?" He mumbles, burying his nose on my neck.

"Already sleepy?"

"Sorry. Natural instincts."

"It's okay", I mutter to him, gently kissing his hair. "I don't mind."

"Even if I snore?"

"We both snore, cookie jar", I smirk a little bit with the pet name my mind suddenly chose to call him.

"Sweetie", he answers me, kissing my collarbone right after. "Oh, gosh, we're so silly."

"I like us better when we're silly."

"Don't make me fall harder for you, Ni."

"Can't avoid the feeling, huh?" I joke, making him laugh. Loud. Like, loud to the point of making everyone else look at us now. "Shut up, Styles."

"You shut up, Horan, or I'll cuddle you right here, right now."

"Not a problem for me."

"Silly boy."

"Your silly boy."

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Los Angeles feels as fresh as the day we came here for the first time when we became famous in the whole world. Both of us own flats in here, but Harry decided we could stay at mine's because... well, he didn't explain me. Maybe it's because he does not want to face something at his house. Or maybe he loves my smell all over the place.

Maybe it's both reasons.

"Thinking about...?" He takes me out of my delirium, once he turns off the car in the parking lot of my apartment complex.

"Why did you want to stay at my flat? I mean, I don't mind it at all, just curious", I say, a little bit nervous, to be honest.

"I love your smell all over the place. It makes me feel like I never left home."

Just like I thought. Ugh, his mind.

"Why are we so silly today?" I grin right after, stepping out of the car and opening its trunk to take out my suitcase.

"Maybe because of the excitement...? I honestly have no idea. You started this." My eyes go widen after listening to his words.

"No, no, no, you started this, Haz", I pout, looking at him with the biggest of the disbeliefs in my face. "You laid your head on my shoulder first and wanted to sleep."

"Seriously? And what about your head on my chest this morning? When you literally said we could skip breakfast just because you wanted to hear my heartbeat a little more?" He turns to face me, trying to be serious while saying the right words.

Not useful. I start laughing out loud because of the memory playing again in the back of my head. Fuck. I started this shit. But I can't let him think he's right.

"No, no, you got the whole concept wrong. It didn't happen today."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it did", he says, taking his suitcase out of the car's trunk too and locking the vehicle right after. "I have a good brain, Niall."

"You smoked mushrooms!"

He turns his head once again to look at me.

"Yeah, and I still do. A thing that keeps my mind alive!"

"Cynical. You're so cynical, do I really love you like that?" I try to be as ironic as possible.

Harry then puts his suitcase on the floor and starts running in my direction. I pretend to run away from his embrace, but once his arms are wrapped around my waist, I give up and let him do whatever he wants - which involves kissing my neck, holding my stomach tightly and rubbing his nose on my hair just to tickle me.

"Haz, stop!" I shout, still laughing at the tickles on me.

"Say you're in love with me after being so silly and I'll stop!" He shouts back, lifting my body off the floor and making me spin.

"I hate you."

"You don't!"

"Then stop!"

"Just say you love me back, Niall."

"But it's so clear", I grin, my body still spinning around in the parking lot's floor. "We have to take the elevator. Put me down."

"I love everything about you", he mumbles this time, slowing down the movements, but still keeping me up. "I know it's too early to say that, but I have to be totally honest with you."

"Cookie jar." He finally puts my body back on the ground, and I turn around to make our foreheads touch. "I can't wait to spend the whole winter cuddled with you on the couch."

"That's a cool way to say you love me, huh?"

"Of course it is. I'm all about being cool."

"Selfish!"

"Huh, who's selfish now?"