1D bromance one shots!

Narry-Want a hug?

Hey! I'm back again! Yes, this is another narry, but I'm having narry feels right now, so it'll be narry for a while. This idea came from something my friends school did and kind of what happened there with my friend. This whole thing is based off what happened to my friend... Well, not the pot smoking, but the whole thing is pretty much the story of how my friend got a boyfriend...so yeah... ANyways, I don't have anything else to say except that I'm going to camp next week so I will not be updating for the week because they have a no electronics thing... So anyways, here ya go!
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Third POV
"Ten cents a hug! Donate to Alpha Gamma Omega! A hug for ten cents!"
Harry scowled as he heard the shout ring through the courtyard loudly. He watched through the many moving bodies as the gold and blue varsity jacket clad boys stood in front of a booth, yelling for a donation. The blue and gold jackets gleamed in the sun, the symbols on the backs and the arms flashing every time one of the boys moved. The string of pearls wrapped around a red rose shone brightly from the other side of the courtyard.
Alpha Gamma Omega, the top fraternity at the university. They were the frat that ruled the school. The rich boys who had everything, money, fame, girls falling at their feet, and more. They walked through the halls like kings and seemed to look down on the other fraternities. Which was ironic, considering that their frat house was literally a place fit for kings, built large and spacious. It stood on the other side of campus, with large windows and a damn tower to show that they were the kings.  Harry didn't understand the need for all of it. No one needed that much money, in Harry's opinion.
Them being that rich does not help Harry like them. And neither does the fact that they look down on the other frats like they are scum. Harry's fraternity, Beta Phi Sigma, was one of the lower fraternities. When Harry had first applied for fraternities, all the ones he had applied to had sent letters back saying sorry but he didn't get in, but Alpha Gamma Omega had sent no letter of apology, just a letter saying he wasnt in with them. Then, he got an acceotance to Beta Phi Sigma. It was a strange fraternity, with strange people. The building stood on the south end of campus, not very large, but extremely noticable. It was brightly neon painted with graffiti in neon paint all over it. Inside, there were bean bags all over the hallways, and it was never a quiet place. Their insigna was a white rose with white doves flying around it in a string, to symbolize a new beginning, a new life and their hate for Alpha Gamma Omega.
At first, Harry hadn't felt that he would fit in, but three joints, five beers and one mind blowing sex full of body paint, whipped cream, and body shots later, and he couldn't think of any place else to be.
Today, Harry sat under the big oak tree in front of his frat house. The tree was covered in colorful strings and lights with his best friend Zayn, a second year like him who spends more time painting than actually doing his studies. Harry had an arm drapped around Zayn's shoulder as Zayn leaned slightly into him, smoking a joint. This was normal for them, they didn't like each other like that, they were just overly affectionate. 
"what do ya think they need more money for?" Harry drawled in a monotone, slipping his finger under Zayn's chin and tilting it up, grabbing the joint from his mouth and popping it in his, taking a drag. "D'ya think they need another tower or something? They already have one, why not get another?"
Zayn's laughter vibrated on Harry's chest and Harry smirks at knowing he made Zayn laugh, slipping the joint back into Zayn's mouth before he leans back on his elbows, staring over at the crowd milling around the bright blue and gold booth. There were around twelve frat boys standing around the booth, trying to get people to pay for the hug, an actual pot of gold (figuratively. It was actually a cauldron filled with coins) standing in the middle of the group of boys giving the hugs. Every few seconds, one boy would throw some coins into the pot and hug someone for a couple seconds. Harry noticed that the fanclub (yes, they had a fanclub) girls kept going back for more. 
Zayn sat up aruptly and turned to a startled Harry, who had not expected Zayn to pull away so fast. "I have an idea. Well, more like a dare, but still..." Zayn said. Harry sat up with interest, his eyes gleaming in excitement.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I dare you to go get a hug."
Harry smirked, yet on the inside, he was freaking out. Go over and get a hug? Was Zayn insane? Someone from their frat house can't just go up to a Alpha Gamma Omega and ask for a hug. That's unheard of. Zayn must have noticed the hesitation in Harry and he said "I double dare you." Harry stiffened. He knew now that Zayn was serious. He couldn't back out now.
Harry slipped out from behind Zayn, turned around and grabbed the joint, slipping it in between his lips. He turned back around, pulling his ripped jeans up a little as they had rode down a bit and walked towards the booth, taking drags from the joint every few seconds. He finally reached the booth, taking one more drag before he pulled it from in between his teeth and held it between his pointer finger and his middle finger,tapping it with his finger to get some of the ashes off. He ignored all the Alphas snickering at him and tapped a blonde, who was almost a foot shorter than him, on the shoulder. The blonde spun around and Harry was startled. He was gorgeous. Electric blue eyes, full pink lips, a cute button nose, and bleach blonde hair (Harry could tell it was bleached, as the roots showed). The short blonde smiled at him, shocking Harry even further. Harry had been expecting the lad to laugh at him, but instead got a kind, sweet, beautiful smile.
Harry was brought out of his admiration for the boy by a clearing of a throat. He shook his head and looked down at the boy.
"Hi. Are you here for a hug? Well, you want one, it costs ten cents." He spoke with an Irish accent, which made Harry more interested and eager. Harry nodded his head, not noticing that he looked too eager. The blonde giggled and the beautiful sound made Harry grin, almost having the joint fall from his mouth from where he had replaced it. He quickly pulled it out and dropped it to the ground, stepping on it and crshing it. He mourned for the loss of the perfectly good joint for a second before he turned back to the blonde. 
"Ten cents, remember. Or you can't get a hug. Which I can tell you really want one." The boy laaughed again and Harry laughed with him, pulling out the ten cents Zayn had given him and handed them to the blonde. The lad took them and carelessly tossed them into the cauldron behind him. He smiled at Harry. 
"Well, before we get to it, I'd like to know your name. Rather not hug someone who I don't know the name of. I'm Niall. Niall Horan."
Harry smiled back. 
"Harry. Harry Styles."
"Well, hi there Harry Styles. Want that hug now?" Niall joked, holding his arms wide open. Harry leap straight into the small boy's arms, snuggling into them. Niall's arms fit perfectly around Harry's waist and his head fit right into the crook of his neck. Niall hugged Harry's waist tightly, his face snuggled into his neck. Harry felt so warm and comfortable with Niall wrapped around him. He forgot that Niall was in a rival frat. He just felt at home. 
All too soon, Niall pulled away, but he kept his arms around Harry's waist. He grinned up at Harry, his sapphire eyes shining. 
"That was the best hug I've had since we set this booth up." Niall said, smiling wider, if possible.
Harry grinned back, looking diwn at the little Irish lad.
"We have to do this again sometime." He said, looking at Niall.
Niall grinned. 
"Totally. Want to meet up sometime? For coffee or something?"
Harry nodded vigorously.
"I'd love that. I'm free tomorrow afternoon. That good?"
Niall nodded just as enthusiastically (sp?) as Harry did. 
"Totally. I'm so sorry though, I have o get back to the booth. But I'll give you my number. Call me as soon as you can"
Niall handed Harry a slip of paper, smiled at him and turned back to the booth, ignoring the dirty looks he was getting fromthe other frat boys at th booth. Harry looked down at the paper. I read:
Hi! Here's my number: then his number was written on it Afer that, it said Call me whenever. Thanks for the hug, love.
Harry's heart fluttered as he turned away and jogged back to Zayn, the smile not disappearing. He reached the bench and slid next to Zayn, grinning lik a mad man and looking at the sip of paper, rereading it over and over again, memorizing the words.
"I said to go get a hug, not go get a boyfriend, you idiot." Zayn's voice broke through Harry's blissful thoughts of Niall. Harry shrigged at Zayn and went back to his thoughts.
Thenext day, he met Niall at Starbucks and they got to know eachother. Harry adored Niall and vice versa and that's how Harry ended up snuggled with Niall, his boyfriend a mnth later in their own dorm room. Finally Harry had found his place. His home. And it was in Niall's arms.