Shiver(narry)(Boyxboy)

The next morning I got a knock on my front door, one that I didn't exactly appreciate at 11 in the morning. I was dead tired, and in all honesty I blamed Niall for keeping me out till way past midnight. When I answered to door, I nearly slammed it shut again when I saw Liam standing there with Luke and Louis.
"Oh no you don't." Liam said, pushing against the door as I tried to shut it.
"Go away, I don't like solicitors."
"Oh get over yourself Styles, open the door or I'll call your mum." Liam called out, to which I just rolled my eyes to. I didn't care if he called my mum, I wasn't exactly pleased with her either.
"Anyone but my mum." I purposely made my voice raise an octave, sarcasm nearly oozing from it.
"What crawled up your ass this morning?"
"Not your turtle that's for sure." Luke let out a snort before bursting into a fit of laughter. I wasn't in the mood for their bullshit today. Every time I talk to them, they make me feel like an asshole.
I already know I'm one, why make me feel worse about it? "You're in a wonderful mood today, aren't you Hazza?" "Go fuck yourselves."
"Did you not sleep last night? Who's the unlucky bastard in your bed?" Louis' voice rang out, making me cringe. In all honesty, he was the one I disliked the most right now.
"I don't want you guys here. Leave me alone." I whined, finally giving up in trying to fight Liam with the door. I opened it all the way, revealing my idiot cousin and the two bastards I called my friends.
"Nice ducky boxers." Luke said, making himself at home on my couch before I even got the chance to tell him to fuck off.
"Thanks, Liam gave them to me for Christmas. He's got a pair with turtles on them..." I shut the door behind them as soon as they were all inside my house. I stood against it, folding my arms as they all stared at me.
"So.... Why are you guys here?" I asked, the silence that fell almost unbearable.
"We're staging an intervention." Luke said, grinning at me as if it was the coolest thing in the world.
"For what?" "Your slut problem." "I don't have a problem." I growled, glaring at Luke. He didn't falter, the grin still upon his face. "It's a problem." Liam said, looking at me from his spot on the floor. He still refused to sit on my couch, which I found slightly hilarious. "I've gotten over my problem." "No you haven't."
"Yes I have. I believe I've told you all this over and over again... I haven't slept with anyone for over a month now. I'm not a slut, or a player. I'm just fine. Now stop giving me your stupid pity looks and get the fuck out of my house."
"Harry..."
"I don't want to hear this bullshit anymore. I get that you're all concerned or whatever it is you claim to be, but I'm not this slut you paint me out to be. I know I have my fair share of relationships, and I guess that classifies me as a player... You guys are supposed to support me unconditionally, and all you do is tear me down."
"I'm sorry Harry... I just want what's best for you." Liam said, and I felt somewhat guilty as he looked at me with those fucking puppy dog eyes. Fuck him. "I get that, but please... Just lay off? I got my mum already calling me a fuck up, I don't need it from you guys too."
"We were just joking about the intervention.... We're actually forcing a guys day and night on you. That means, food, movies, and the lovely game of truth or dare." Luke said from the couch, making me look over at him.
"Why can't we do it tomorrow?" "Cause we haven't done one of these for ages." "What if I say no?"
"We'll force you like we used to. Now get dressed, we're going shopping." Luke squealed, jumping off the couch as he did so. I arched my eyebrows, snorting a little at my idiot of a friend.
"Luke, your gay is showing." I said, my voice deadpanned. "Guess it's a good thing I'm gay then." "God, I'm friends with a bunch of gay idiots." "Honey, you seem to forget you're gay too." Luke said, rolling his eyes at me. "I classify myself as bisexual, thank you very much. I've had my fair share of girls too." "Which is exactly why we tease you about the pregnancy thing." "I'm not that much of an idiot." "You sure about that Hazza?" "Don't call me that." I grimaced, my nose scrunching up slightly. "Why not? It's your nickname."
"Yeah, when I was five."
"You're still my Hazza." Luke walked over to me, pinching my cheeks. I glared at him, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from my face.
"Don't do that." "But your cheeks are so fun to pinch. You've got chipmunk cheeks." "I'll go get dressed if you stop."
"Well, when you put it that way.... Your cheeks are bony. Go get dressed you disgusting creature!" Luke let go of me, taking a step back as he put his two index fingers in the shape of a cross.
"The actual fuck?"
"Be gone Satan!" Luke screeched, just making me shake my head. With careful steps, I walked around him and towards my room...
That boy was worse than me... I swear to god.

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