Harry rubs his eyes groggily when his driver speaks, letting him know that they're almost there. Even through his haze of exhaustion, he feels every muscle in his body tense up in anticipation. He's about to be reunited with Nick, and that's enough to fill him with energy no matter how tired he is. It hasn't been all that long since they'd last seen each other, but it always feels like ages to him.

He pulls out his phone so he can let Nick know he's minutes away. He receives a reply seconds later, saying that Nick will be waiting out front coupled with a selfie of him captioned "just so you remember what I look like" followed by three laughing faces which Harry immediately saves to his camera roll.

Harry muffles a yawn in the crook of his arm, blinking away the tears that form after the forceful action. He wishes he had been able to sleep better on the plane. He usually doesn't have a problem with it, but he also typically uses whoever he's with as a human pillow. This time he didn't have that opportunity since no one else in the band or crew was flying to Spain, leaving him with only his bodyguard who isn't a fan of snuggles.

He had gotten some rest during the almost thirteen hour flight, but not nearly enough, and the fact that it's still daylight here when it would be night in Japan is confusing his already worn out body. None of that matters though when the car pulls to a halt. Harry forgets his weariness and aches instantly as he presses his face against the cool glass of the window, desperately searching for any sign of Nick.

The second he spots him, Harry bolts. He knows he's going to get a lecture for that later on from his bodyguard, but he doesn't care. This isn't London, or even America where he has to be careful everywhere he goes. For once, he has a modicum of privacy, and he's going to use it to his full advantage.

Nick's face breaks into a grin as Harry all but barrels toward him, his bag which he'd forgotten was still tangled around his arm banging against his leg with every step he takes. Harry manages to shake it free so it won't hamper him any further, letting it drop to the grass as his feet eat up the small amount of space separating him from Nick, throwing himself into his chest with a bit more force than he means to.

Nick catches him though, just like he always does, his arms wrapping tightly around his middle as Harry clings to him. He actually tears up a bit as he buries his face in Nick's neck, which he could blame on his lack of sleep, but that's not entirely the truth.

Being with Nick rips down the walls he isn't even aware he builds up when he's on tour. He is still himself while they're apart, but when he's playing a show almost every night and surrounded with new faces and different cities constantly, he does have to maintain a mental shield in order to stay sane.

That all shatters around Nick, it's one of the many reasons Harry loves him so much. Nick lets him be entirely himself, he doesn't have to fake anything, or live up to the expectations people have of Harry Styles the pop star. That is a gift he'll never take for granted.

"Hiya darling," Nick murmurs softly, the cadence of his voice soothing Harry so much that he feels himself sag against Nick's torso. "Missed you."

"Missed you too," Harry croaks, his skin burning when he feels Nick's lips graze his hairline gently.

Harry knows they need to move, that they can't stay locked together out here forever, but he gives himself a few more seconds to enjoy the sensation of being held. He feels so safe in this moment, so loved, and he soaks it in like a flower turned toward the sun before he forces himself to lift his head and meet Nick's tender gaze.

Nick strokes the pad of his thumb across Harry's cheek, most likely wiping away a tear that had gotten caught there. He doesn't say anything about it though, he doesn't need to. Nick understands, and even if he isn't as visibly emotional as Harry is, he knows he's experiencing the same feelings as well.

"You want to go in love? You look a bit knackered," Nick suggests when he realizes that Harry is at a loss for words.

"Yeah, just let me grab my things first," Harry nods gratefully, but he doesn't release his hold on Nick just yet.

"We can manage it in one go together I think," Nick speaks mostly to himself as he peers over Harry's shoulder so he can see what his driver has pulled out of the boot. He touches his lips gently to the corner of Harry's mouth before moving him back in the direction he'd just come, steering him carefully by the hand when Harry stumbles. "Then you can have a lie-down. Everyone else is still hungover from yesterday, so you won't be missing anything."

"You sure? I'll be fine for a bit longer if you wanted to do something," Harry protests, but even he can hear the weariness dripping off of his tone.

"You'd be asleep tucked up in some corner within seconds, and don't try to tell me otherwise," Nick laughs lightly in response. He nudges Harry playfully before bending down to retrieve the bag he'd dropped earlier, tossing it over his own shoulder easily as they walk toward the rest of his luggage. "I didn't sleep too well last night either actually, so a quick kip sounds amazing."

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" Harry teases. He knows Nick most likely isn't, he can see faint bags under his eyes now that he takes a better look, but he also doesn't want to prevent Nick from going out if he did have something planned.

"Harold - do you really think that lowly of me?" Nick jests dramatically. "My boyfriend thinks I'm a liar, I'm gutted."

"I think you're wonderful." Harry smiles at Nick's antics, his stomach fluttering at the word boyfriend. They've established that's what they are long ago, but he'll never get tired of hearing Nick call him that.

"Buttering me up now are we?" Nick chuckles lowly. He pauses mid-stride so he can tug Harry closer to him by their conjoined fingers. "I see your game Styles. Accuse me of hurtful things then make me forget about it with a follow-up compliment. Very clever of you, but I'm not that easy."

Harry shuts him up by kissing him properly. He's aware of what Nick's doing, he always rambles utter nonsense when he's strongly affected by something. Harry usually indulges him, but he's too tired to think of a good response, and this works just as well as continuing their ridiculous banter, maybe even better actually. Nick reciprocates immediately, his hands running gently through Harry's lengthening curls as he cups the back of his head, bringing their faces even closer together.

Harry knows they should relocate to somewhere more private, but he can't be bothered to stop. He needs this, the reminder of how perfectly Nick's lips slot against his, how he treats him like he's delicate but somehow manages to ruin him in the best way at the same time. So he throws caution to the wind, losing himself in the moment and trusting that everything will be fine. It always is when he is with Nick.