What Niall looks like. Ahh, such a bottom.

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Nialls POV

I groan and stretch out from a long night of sleep and glance at Harry. He's out like a light.

Standing up with a yawn, I make my way to the colorless black and white television. I turn it on and mindlessly flip through the 10 channels they offered us as default.

"Can you help me find where the big blue dog is? Over there? Great! No-" What am I? 3? I roll my eyes at myself. Stupid brain.

"In current news, Hitler has now taken over France. Prepare for hard times and war. Th-" Wow this is depressing, good thing I wasn't drafted. That would've been a mess. I thank God and glide over to the kitchen and turn on the radio.

Deciding to kill the housewife game, I pluck some eggs from their container and cook them.

"Hey babe." Harry teases, ruffling his long curls. His shirt rides up, and I catch a glimpse of his abs.

Yes dad.

Why are you like this

"Mornin Harry." I smile and flip the eggs.

"Mmm, what do we have here?" He leans over, his head resting on my shoulder. "

"Eggs, nice. Hey, ya know I used to be a baker." He informs me. I roll my eyes. this is like the what? 600th time he's told me.

"Hurry up, I'm starving." He goofily smiles, his breath hitting the back of my neck making me shiver.

"Yes queen styles, what else shall i do for you? Serve this on a golden platter?" I joke as I recover.

He skips over to the radio, turning it to some station featuring the blues. A soft soulful voice fills the room, enchanting me. Harry sings along and oh god, if that isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard I don't know what is.

He really should be a singer, I always tell him he's amazing but I guess he never listens.

Sometimes I think off to an alternate, future universe, maybe in the 2000's. My mind drifts to the thought of him being a famous singer, selling out arenas with his band.

I'd want that for him, i hope after this war gets over with, he becomes a singing history teacher. I just want him to be happy.

Refocusing back on the meal, I dump the eggs onto two separate plates. Then, I proceed to place orange slices on the side with a glass of milk.

"Honey! Dinners ready!" I chuckle, distributing the meal onto the table.

"Looks amazing, chef Niall." Harry thanks me and begins to dig into the food. He's almost done when I just start,

And I thought I was the fatty.

We're abruptly interrupted by the news lady. "Attention all, attention. All males 18-45 meet in the town hall immediately. This is an emergency. Go now. Anyone who is found not there will be fined and arrested. "

I look at Harry in fear and he tenses up.

I thought this was over and done with yesterday.

"Well let's go then." His voice is tight, losing its playfulness from a minute ago.

He grabs his jumper and hands another one of his to me. Beginning to stall, he decides to wash the dishes.

"Harry, we should let the dishes soak so it's easier to clean." I suggest, picking at the hem of my jacket.

He hesitates before pulling on a strong face.

"Haz, leggo." I joke with him, trying to ease the tension.

He's reluctant again but agrees. Harry grabs the keys and starts up the car. He doesn't bother to turn on the radio which we always listen to. Usually he turns off the radio to "see better."

Okay so turning off the music can help you see?

Nevertheless, he doesn't like this just as much as I do.

We drive the whole 15 minutes in silence, with  only our minds to keep us occupied.

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