Harry actually gets up before Nick the next morning, but only by a small margin. He takes advantage of this rare opportunity and snuggles closer to Nick, smoothing out his eyebrows with his thumb just for an excuse to touch him.

Nick wakes up soon after that, his nose scrunching up before his eyes open, which Harry finds to be incredibly endearing. "Sleeping Beauty finally got enough rest huh?" he grins.

"Apparently so. You, on the other hand, had quite the lie in."

"Oh sod off, it's only...oh bloody hell - is it really nine?" Nick groans when he twists around to view the time. "I promised mum I'd take her to that old town today, or was it a church? Well whatever it is, knowing her, she'll already be up and ready to go by now."

"Think she's out on the porch sunbathing," Harry remarks, "looks like she's doing some yoga poses too. Can't believe you were teasing me for it when you're the odd one out here."

"Stop harassing me Styles, I can be fit without doing yoga," Nick sighs playfully.

"Well I can't argue with that," Harry chuckles, eyeing Nick's body in an exaggerated manner. "Still, couldn't hurt."

"Wrong, my pride was hurt as well as my arse when I fell the last time. I'm done with the stuff."

"Fine..." Harry gives in with a pout.

"Don't do that to me popstar, that look is unfair, and I need to be getting ready, not melting due to your puppy dog eyes."

"I can come with you two right?"

"'Course," Nick answers instantly. "I'd probably die of boredom if you didn't. Just let me grab a quick shower while my mum's distracted and I'll be right out."

Nick kisses Harry on the mouth before he stands up, leaving his skin tingling faintly as he walks into the bathroom. Harry stays in bed for a few more minutes, but when he hears the water running, he decides to get dressed. He's not sure exactly what to wear today. Nick had been very vague with his description of where they're going, but he assumes that a t-shirt and shorts will be fine. He can't seem to find his trainers though, so he snags a pair of Nick's. They're a tiny bit too big, but Harry doesn't mind.

Harry's about to go out and sit with Eileen while he waits for Nick to finish up, but then he catches the sound of Nick's voice over the falling water. He's humming, at least Harry thinks he is. His guess is proven correct when the tap shuts off, cutting off the background noise and letting Harry recognize the tune.

"I love it when we play 1950," Harry sings along, pitching his voice loud enough that Nick will be sure to hear it through the door. "It's so cold that your stare's 'bout to kill me."

"I'm surprised when you kiss me," Nick adds in the next line before Harry can. He reenters the room with a towel wrapped around his waist and a warm smile that brightens the already well-lit space.

"So tell me why my gods look like you and tell me why it's wrong."

"So I'll wait for you, I'll pray," Nick continues, pulling Harry into his damp chest gently.

"I will keep on waiting for your love," Harry ends on a whisper, his eyes slipping closed as Nick leans down, kissing him deeply in favor of continuing the song.

"You're turning me into a sap Harold," Nick murmurs when they pull apart, their noses bumping gently since neither of them has moved more than an inch away.

"I like your sappy side," Harry hums happily, his lips tilting upward in search of another kiss.

"Good thing I'm fond of you too, even if you make me soft. Never going to live this down - god...look at me singing love songs," Nick rambles under his breath after he's escaped from Harry's hold for a second time. He looks just as flustered as Harry feels, his cheeks are red and the flush is already beginning to flow down his neck. "I'm especially fond of your mouth though."

"I could say the same about yours," Harry mutters, dragging Nick back down stubbornly while he speaks.

Nick kisses him thoroughly, his hands clutching at his waist and holding Harry as close as he can even though they're already chest to chest. He clings to him tightly, anchoring himself by locking his fingers around Nick's neck when his knees get wobbly. He knows they need to leave soon, Eileen is right outside after all, but he's sure she won't mind if they stay in here for a few more minutes.