"What the occasion for this whole luncheon by the way?" Claire questioned, oblivious to the turmoil coiling within the depths of his stomach.
                          
Playing around with the ideas of what to say he decided he might as well tell them now and reserve his about him and Harry exclusively for Saturday. 

                          
"Deo went to rehab earlier today." Curt and crisp he delivered the news.
                          
Greg and Claire were taken aback for a second but the relief on their countenances was undeniable. Claire pushed back a stray purple strand but the slightly strong wind was turning the rest of her hair into a birds nest. If this conversation wasn't so serious he would have taken a picture. 

                          
Claire's eyebrows furrowed further creating a mono-brow. 

                          
Screw it, he was taking the picture. As discreetly as he could manage he snapped the comical moment of Claire and decided right then that her next birthday present was going to be a mug, t-shirt and phone-case plastered with that picture.
                          
"If he has gone to rehab then why is this get together thing still on?" Claire finally asked.
                          
"Because I have something to tell all of you and I just want to say it once for everybody to hear." 

                          
" ... Are you dying?" Greg asked half serious half-jokingly.
                          
'Niall snorted."No. not yet."

                          
"Well damn, there goes the insurance money," Greg told Theo, and Theo who was just jubilant to be acknowledged in the grown-up discussion, nodded his solemnly making Niall and Claire burst into laughter.
                          
"My goddam gold digging family strikes again," Niall says wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. Niall's phone chimed.

                          
I'm five minutes away - Harry
                          
Don't text and Drive - Niall
                          
I'm at a robot - Harry
                          
Still  - Niall
                          
Its 🍏 . C u in 5 - Harry
                          
Niall pocketed his phone and stood up from the chair. His feet sunk into the grass that somehow managed to remain green despite him forgetting to hire yard maintenance whilst he was away. He made his way barefoot around to the entrance to wait for Harry. He could make out Deo's gas guzzler chugging down the street so Harry and Deo finally managed to meet. 

                          
The shiny head of a snooping man he had now gotten used to glinted in the sun and Niall sighed inwardly, there was no rest for the wicked. Finally, the short stout man with a frown that rivalled the Grinch peered over the hedges. 

                          
For some weird reason he was always in a morning robe whenever he was home, it didn't matter what time of the day and he constantly spent his free hours by the hedges that demarcated their properties. Niall wondered what the man did, he was pretty well off in order for him to afford to live in the area. Then again he could have just inherited the property. 

                          
Either way, Niall had just attuned the neighbour to hell.
                          
"Afternoon," Niall raised his hand above his head in greeting before his attention was stolen by Deo's car coming to a halt in the driveway. Harry unfurled his long limbs, black and white vans making silent contact with the stoned pavement before his whole body rose from the low car. 

                          
"Look at you, driving a model that's later than 2010 and cost less than half of your wardrobe. How's does it feel to be normal for the duration of the 30 minutes drive?" Niall grinned mischievously. 

                          
"Argh, I feel like I have riveted into the old me. I have seen the light. I m going to donate all money to freeing animals from sea world. From now on I will wear sackcloth and will eat and drink only that I have scrounged up from the earth with my bare hands." Harry responded without missing a beat.
                          
He stood so close to Niall, taller than him by a few inches but his deep gaze and the muscles that he had gained while he was at France made him seem like he was towering over him. Or maybe it was just because that he was so attuned to Harry that's why he seemed so larger than life t him.
                          
"Nice to see you again neighbor-San." Waving over to the man who was shamelessly staring and taking in everything that was happening between them.
                          
The man's eyes lowered into suspicious slits."I will call the coppers at the sign of any ruckus after 10 p.m." 

                          
Niall tugged Harry, ushering him inside but he leant over to the back seat and brought out his duffel bag and a suitcase. Niall reached for the duffel bag automatically.
                          
"Duly noted, neighbor-San." Harry sent the man, a two-fingered salute whilst trailing behind Niall closely. They struggled up the stairs with the bags up to Harry's room. Harry had always had a bit of space in Niall's heart even before they started dating, it was natural that he would also have his own space in his homes. 

                          
In his LA house Harry had a whole suit to himself with some of his clothe and necessities, but because of the ... circumstances... of the last visit, he never really got to leave anything behind or even design the room to his liking.
                          
"Did you pack to move in?" Niall grunted as he swung the duffel on the bed. Harry's room was right across the master bedroom, his room.
                          
"No, but I did bring gifts for my in-laws so when I do move in they won't have a problem with it." Harry muttered, not a sign of strain as he places the suitcase down." I want to sleep in your room with you." 

                          
Niall taken aback by that, remained silent whilst staring at Harry. His face had the telling of a man expecting a fight. His jaw was set and his, eyes piecing a stubborn menace and his mouth set into a rigid straight line.  

                          
Giving him a one-sided smile, Niall simply said."Fine."
                          
"...Oh" Harry blinked in amazement. His shoulders sagged in relief and he moved into Niall's space, pushing him until he hit the mattress and forced him to sit down. Harry peered at him, his green translucent eyes examining Niall cerulean blue ones.' How are you?"
                          
Niall knew he meant how when was feeling about Saturday." I'm critical but stable." He answered seriously, wrapping his arms around Harry's then rested his chin on the pudgy fat that wouldn't go away no matter how much Harry did sit up's.
                          
Harry tugged at Niall's locks mockingly, his voice went very low and made the atmosphere incredibly intimate,"What does that even mean?"
                          
"It means I'm panicking, my heart has sunk into my stomach and I want to die but I feel better that you are nowhere." Niall lowered his eyes, his face going beet red from the words he said.
                          
"Yeah?" Harry questioned as he leaned in to kiss Niall's forehead.
                          
"Yeah," Niall answered rising a little to meet Harry's lips.