Seeking Warmth

Harry walked into the house, chilled to the bone. It was raining out, and the electricity had been out all day. Zayn and Niall were both asleep, Liam was sick with the flu, and Louis was at lunch with Eleanor. Harry walked in, shedding his soaked coat and hanging it up. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, but it did little to warm him, because his slender hands were cold and clammy. The heat was broken because of the electricity, and Harry was freezing. He sat in front of the fireplace, seeking warmth. He sat cross legged, arms wrapped around himself. Suddenly, he felt arms wrap around him. He looked and saw blond bed hair and lazy blue eyes. Niall had just woken up from his nap and was wearing a thermal long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. He was still warm from being under his thick comforter. Harry smiled and tangled his hands in Niall's, melting his frozen digits. Niall smiled lazily and Harry leaned into him. Niall sat cross legged and Harry put his head in his lap. Niall played with his damp curls while Harry warmed his feet by the fire, finally not feeling so frigid anymore.