Harry’s at a party as a distraction and is slightly buzzed when he gets a call from Niall asking to be picked up after being stranded by Zayn and his mates.
Harry thought he was imagining it at first, but after the third time he finally reaches for his phone to find two missed calls and a voicemail from Niall. It’s not long before it starts ringing again in his hand. He answers it this time, pressing the phone to his ear, a little hesitant.
“H-Hi, I –um—ok, I made a mistake and I’m jus—“ he hears a ragged breath, before Niall rasps “Harry, I don’t know what to do”
“What?” he furrows confusedly, barely able to hear him over the music “Niall, where are you?”
“I don’t know, I was with Zayn an-and I just, I was scared”
Harry sits up, sobering up marginally “Are you hurt?”
He drunkenly shifts from his spot on the lawn chair, collecting his jacket hurriedly with his free hand “I’m coming to get you, stay where you are” he exclaims, not exactly sure how he’s going to get Niall being as intoxicated as he is. The matter of the fact being, is Niall worth the risk? Well to Harry, indeed he is.
Niall agrees to wait and Harry can hear the tremble in his voice, he’s halfway through the door when he says “Just sit tight Ni.”
“I need you to drive, Niall’s stranded” Harry shouts over the music, dragging his friend away from a game of poker. Liam holds up his hands in surrender, stumbling over his feet “I can’t,”
“You can’t be serious Li?” Harry cards his hand through his hair frustratingly, almost tempted to pull it from its roots.
He frowns, “What about Louis?”
Liam gives him a look and that’s all he needs to know in order to move onto a different plan.
Harry leaves annoyed and decides none other than drive himself, slightly sobering up from the scare Niall gave him back at the party but still loopy as he drives along the strip beside the coastline, snacking on some pretzels to soak up any alcohol leftover in his system. He breathes in the sea air, trying to retain control amidst his drunken stupor and driving extra cautiously to avoid an accident.
Roughly remembering the details of Niall’s destination that he had described via text, Harry makes it another few miles up the road when he finally spots a head a blonde hair and wide eyes waiting by the side of the road. He pulls over.
Getting out of the car, Harry drags his fingers through his hair as he wastes no time rushing around the bonnet to gather Niall up in his arms. The two boys stand there, holding onto each other desperately, Harry whispering into the smaller boy’s ear.
“Don’t ever do that again,”
Niall just nods, pressing his face into Harry’s jacket “I know, I’m sorry”
Harry just sighs, kissing the top of his head affectionately. He urges Niall towards the SUV, helping him into the passenger seat without a word.
They ride together in cursory silence, not uttering a word out, only listening carefully to the soft tunes playing from the radio.
“Did I interfere with your night?” Niall asks abruptly,
Harry glances at him momentarily with a blank look, “No, nothing I haven’t already done.”
He nods, feeling less like he’s put Harry on the spot. He feels a tinkering in the pit of his stomach when Harry’s hand reaches for his knee, giving it a squeeze “You warm enough?”
Niall nods timidly. His nerves were the reason for his shivering, perhaps Harry had been his boyfriend, but things were different now and Niall finds himself back at square one with the lanky, unruly haired lad.
He shifts in his seat, uncomfortable with the tension obvious between them. It’s like a constant tug at Niall’s heart strings when Harry’s around, and although Harry never show’s any signs of remorse for their break-up, he can’t help but throw a few inattentive glances towards Niall with a growing admiration.
“You’re drivin’ me back to my house, right?”
Harry laughs, hand in his hair to brush away few loose strands out of his face “I’m drunk Ni, but not that drunk.”
Niall copies him, laughing numbly “Could’ve fooled me.”
“You’re in safe hands Ni.” Harry reassures, making brief eye contact, eyeing the boy in his passenger seat with a grin. He could feel Niall smoulder under his stare and objectively stops. He takes a left turn when he decides to speak up again “I was sitting in a lawn chair, drunk off my face when you called me and I just – I was there to enjoy myself, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about – “ Harry pauses, skittish about re-opening such a fresh wound. He inhales deeply “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. I can’t.”
Niall isn’t looking at him, but he does speak up with a testily voice “Why are you telling me this?”
He bites his tongue, regrettably replying “I’m still in love with you Ni.”
Niall breathes in heavily, his hands fondling anxiously with the fray in his jeans. He lets out a laugh that sounds completely unamused “Unbelievable.”
“I was so close to calling me Ma instead of you tonight,” Niall confesses, “because I knew this is exactly what was goin’ to happen. You’re testing my feelings for you and that’s not fair.”
“I – I’m not. Niall, this isn’t me taking the piss, you can play it off as a joke all you like, but that won’t change how I feel about you.”
“I never said you were takin’ the piss! I’m just sayin’ that – I just, this, us. We both know it won’t be the same, and I’m not riskin’ it a second time.”
Harry almost puts on the breaks, trying to steadily keep his eyes on the road “Risking what? A possible future? You know, I wouldn’t mind maybe settling down in a few years’ time, so why not start now?” he pauses, swallowing around the lump in his throat “How about it Niall? Want to get married?” Harry blurts sarcastically.
Niall scoffs, almost winded by his words “Stop the car!”
“I swear to god, I will jump out if you don’t stop this fuckin’ car.”
He doesn’t believe him, but as a caution Harry pulls over, lightly putting on the breaks when he hears Niall shuffle out of the SUV, slamming the door behind him. Harry follows hurriedly, spilling out of the car clumsily. He chases Niall towards the front of the car, approaching him with a panicked “Niall, wait, I’m sorry! Just – fuck, can you just hear me out?”
Niall hesitantly stops, turning to face him with a frown and tears wetting his cheeks. He wipes them away furiously with a sniffle, “I don’t know, will you ask me to marry you again?” he bites back, lips trembling.
“I – that wasn’t, look, I’m sorry. It just came out, but I just, I can’t do this anymore”
“Don’t say that, please.”
“Then what do you want me to say Haz?”
Harry feels something tinker inside him, “Well, I -” He stutters, lost for words, which has Niall huffing impatiently.
“Harry, this is ridiculous” Niall sighs
“No it isn’t. I just need to think! I just – we were so good together”
Niall frowns, taking a cautious step forward “We were good, I know that. But that doesn’t mean we’ll be good now, fuck! That was months ago Haz, I’m a different person now and not the one you fell in love with” he hesitantly brushes his fingers over Harry’s arm, lingering by his hand and then decides to intertwine their fingers together. Harry remains silent, watching Niall with adamant eyes.
Niall ignores the heat that spreads like wildfire, tears still leaking from the inner-corners of his eyes as he’s about to do something he know will be its last. Reaching up to cradle the back of Harry’s neck, he slants forward to deliver a gentle kiss.
Surprised, Harry reluctantly allows it to continue as Niall’s wondering hands cannily drop to his shoulders, and his own hands find their way to the small of his back once he feels an ignited urge to feel Niall pressing against him. Harry’s mouth slips over Niall’s assertively, cherishing the familiar feel of his lips and tongue pressing to his while their hips press together, and hands are free to roam and explore all the familiar crevices and curves.
Niall is holding back a sob when he feels a droplet land on his forehead, he visibly flinches, brows furrowed when a sudden downpour of rain begins cascading from overhead. The boys are slightly damp, both briefly pulling away to witness the small water droplets come tumbling down, eyes eventually finding each other again.
Harry speaks first, “Why did you do that?”
“Why did you do that Niall?” Harry pushes more sternly.
Niall avoids his eyes, “It’s just a kiss, it doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“It means a hell of a lot to me!” Harry says exasperatedly, “Why does things being different matter to you so much? Change can be good Ni, if you just let it be.”
“How do you know it’s going to be a good different though?”
“I don’t, that’s the point Ni. Stop trying to apply false assumptions to the future and just see where this leads us, I never said it was going to be rainbows and butterflies but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you with me nevertheless.”
Niall wants to push him away, throw fire at him even. But the blonde can’t find it in him to do it as he’s watching Harry lick the rain droplets from his lips and allowing the tumbling sensation inside his stomach to choose for him.
He just nods fervently, whimpering as he urges Harry in for another kiss. Harry doesn’t protest, finding Niall’s thighs and prompting him to jump up to wrap his legs around Harry’s waist so he can carry him back to the car.
Niall finds himself in the back of the SUV, lying on his back, hands spread on his stomach while he catches his breath. Harry remains hunched between his legs, still insensible after riding him out until he came over Niall’s stomach.
Harry falls forward, nuzzling his face in the blonde’s shoulder with a pleased noise escaping his throat. The boys are sweat-ridden and sticky, and still a little damp from the downpour, but drunk off pleasure as they lay together, lovingly wrapping each other up in a tangle of arms and legs. The car withholds a certain aroma of sex, the air feeling humid and warm and windows noticeably fogged.
They giggle simultaneously, Harry reaching for his jacket to cover them up at the hips before brushing his fingers against Niall’s cheek in a soft caress, staring down at him fondly with a broad grin.
Niall shifts underneath him restlessly, “You want to think about maybe gettin’ dressed, or are you just gonna stare at me?” he asks, resting his hands on the younger boys hips.
“I’m going to choose the latter.”
Harry laughs breathily, pressing a kiss to his cheek “Can’t help myself,” he murmurs suggestively, rutting against Niall’s thigh with a half-hard on. Niall gasps, rolling his head back into the leather interior “Fuck’s sake, you’re already hard?”
“Mhmm” he sighs, still grinding against Niall with his eyes closed as he cherishes the shivers that ride through him pleasurably. Niall shifts, feeling himself growing hard as he watches Harry pleasure his self, urging Harry to straddle him, the jumper slipping away once Harry’s feels his dick brushing against Niall’s abdomen that’s still sticky with cum.
Harry falls forward to nuzzle his neck with a groan, peppering kisses down Niall’s throat until he reaches the slope of his collarbone. The combination of Harry alone and his fingers cannily touching his milky skin slowly drives Niall crazy. He can feel him gently circling his nipples a little longer than the rest which sends Niall into a pathetic whimpering state as he writhes underneath him, his fingers gripping Harry’s forearms.
The irritating sound of a phone blaring that familiar mambria tone causes both boys to stop their endeavour. Harry reaches for the phone sitting stationary in the compartment in the front of the car, hitting decline and throwing it onto one of the front seats.
Harry sighs as he returns to tenderly kiss tenderly Niall’s already swollen lips, “I’ve missed this.” He says softly, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment with Niall forever. He catches a hint of guilt behind Niall’s eyes, nonchalantly raising their intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of Harry’s “Me too.” Their eyes are unmoving when Niall decides to sit up, forcing Harry to shift off of him until they’re sat beside each other instead. It’s silent apart from the sound of Harry’s belt buckle clinking as he shuffles to put them on.
Niall copies and reaches for his pants, slipping them on as he’s reluctant to say “I think you should take me home.”
He’s surprised and a little disappointed when Harry nods, already have gotten his trousers on and quickly slipping on a shirt “That I can do” he smiles warmly, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.
They’re both unaware and apprehensive of what’s to come, but in time they know it’ll work out.
