we're marchin on
Niall doesn't step toward Harry or make any move to comfort him, just considers him for a moment. His jeans are ripped at the knee and there are fresh fingernail marks on one of his biceps; Niall thinks he’s gripped himself too tightly trying to hold himself together on their way back to the car and possibly away from Louis.
Niall imagines he looks similar from Harry's perspective. He pulls one of the blankets out of the trunk and holds it out toward Harry. "The backseat is still yours. You can shift if you'd like."
Harry takes a step toward him and gently takes the blanket. Steps back. "Do you? Shift?"
"Not anymore," Niall replies curtly, tucking his backpack under his head as he crawls into the front seat, taking care to not bump the gear shift with his bum knee.
- Part 1 of we're marchin on