#narry angst

[spideywars]

Narry prompt where the two of them are voted most likely to be in a secret relationship in their high school yearbook but they're actually *just friends* Pretty pls?

Ugh, it’s been a while hasn’t it? I’m sorry, I just haven’t had the motivation to write fics like I used to. But today I was stressed, and writing felt like the best therapy. So, here is another prompt filled! I enjoyed writing this a lot :)

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Its usually the same, ugly photos of his face and printed photographs of memories he would rather forget. A ‘why do I look so fat?’ Or ‘why did I decide to wear that?’ Coming through in his mind to remind him that he is just an embarrassment.

But this year is different, Niall knows that for a fact. Its the last year before he is off to Uni, on his way to bigger things. So, this years year book is going to have the 'most likely to’ sections and the ugly graduation photos at the end. Niall hated his smile in that particular photo, and of course a pimple decided to grow like a minature mountain right on his chin.

Its not like he can just ignore it all, laugh it off and pretend it never happened. He can sign year books and smile his way through the crowd without taking one look at himself. But his mom would never allow that, Maura wants to see how much he has grown throughout the years, she has bought him a year book every year.

So he’s forced to hold it in his hands, the hardcover book slippery between his sweaty hands. He’s terrified to open the book, to reveal what he looks like and what people have thought of him throughout the years of him walking these hallways. He wants to burn it, lie to his mom and say he never got the book, that they ran out or that the printer broke. But he hates lying to his mom, so now she’s going to be waiting for him and expecting it to be slapped onto the kitchen counter for her to gawk at for hours and squeal about how cute and adorable he is.

He sighs out loud, dreading the walk home.

“Niall!” Its the deep voice of Harry shifting his thoughts away from the negativity. And he hides his anxiety with a smile, fond and small with enough power to make Harry smile back.

“Harold.” Niall’s tone sounded a little too exaggerated in excitement, but Harry didn’t look fazed, him just keeping that same smile across his face, dimples on display and ready to poke.

“How has the last day of school been? I see you’ve got your yearbook.” Harry points to the book shoved at Niall’s side.

“Yea.” Niall says simply, no integrity in his voice, his determination to keep his friend happy slowly leaking out of his mind. He just wants to sleep, knowing he doesn’t have to set his alarm for tomorrow.

“Grumpy?” Harrys asks with an over-exaggerated pout, one of his large hands coming out to pinch at Niall’s cheek. Niall isn’t dealing with the playful touching today, and he whips his hand out to grip loosely at Harry’s wrist, tugging it away from him with a warning look.

“I’ll take that as a yes…” Harry spins on his heels, and Niall feels this washed-over feeling of guilt come over him. Its only for a second though, because Harry stops after two steps and side-eyes him over his shoulder, waiting for him to follow.

Of course Niall does.

They’re walking now, side by side down the hallway with their arms brushing together. Its normal until its not, and suddenly Niall’s noticing the more intense and lingering stares that people are giving him. Its not even just him, its a long stare like they’re looking right through him until they shift their gaze to Harry to give the same bruising look. Its weird, its not normal, and Niall just tightens his fingers along the spine of the year book.

He can see the doors, the sunshine of light acting like a light coming through a storm in the ocean. The beacon of a lighthouse through the mist of waves crashing along the boats. He can see it, and Harry does too, and they’re both eager to get out under the weight of all the stares.

But then Liam Payne is stopping them, looking all smiles and happiness, holding out his own year book with signatures already written across the back of it.

“Hi lads! Mind if you sign?” He moves the book towards Harry first, almost like he knows Harry would be the first to give-in under the pressure of signing. Liam has a pen ready too, and he hands it to Harry enthusiastically.

“I can sign yours too.” Liam says after he realizes Niall isn’t going to start a conversation with them while Harry signs. Niall wants to just say no, but he feels bad already for being so grumpy on the last day, so he just obediently hands Liam his book.

They’re silent, Liam fishing out another pen from his pencil case to write his name down, surprisingly not questioning the emptiness of names across Niall’s book. Niall is busy writing his own name, scribbling it down as quick as possible.

But then Liam speaks, so casually it doesn’t even hit Niall until Harry stutters out a breathless 'w-what?’

“I said how does it feel to be the most likely to be in a secret relationship?” Niall’s fingers turn numb against the pen he is holding, and his cheeks grow a pink shade in seconds, or maybe its his whole face that becomes rosey with embarrassment. Because, wow, thats a little crazy.

“U-uh what no? What are you talking about?” Niall shoves Liam’s book back into his arms and grabs at his own as fast as possible, trying to keep his cool as he flips through the glossy pages of the book until he suddenly is face to face with himself and Harry.

It was when they were at prom, two of the only boys that came without a date. They stayed together the whole night, wearing tuxedos and drinking punch and mini sandwiches as they laughed and made fun of the girls with fake eyelashes falling off their faces and the guys who had shoulder pads on to make themselves look bigger or had so much hair gel on they looked like they’d go bald.

He remembers the photo too, his awkward smile and Harry’s bright one, Harry’s arm still wrapped around his waist as they stood in the corner. They didn’t realize until the last second, until the photographer yelled 'oi lads!’ A second before he took the photo with the flash blinding them.

It looks bad, but Niall hides his screams inside of him as he reads the 'most likely to be in a secret relationship’ under the photograph, hearts as the frame. He closes the book hard, and Liam flinches.

“We’re just friends. Thanks for the signature Liam, gotta get home though now!” He manouvers past Liam, doesn’t even give him a chance to answer before he is gripping at the exit doors and shoving them opened.

He can hear Harry’s fast feet behind him, long legs easily catching up to him.

-

They don’t talk the whole way home, and its obvious they’re both thinking a lot. So much things flying around in their minds. Its giving Niall a large headache, and he almost just wants to rush off towards his front steps and close the door behind him. Hide away in his house for the summer.

But its almost like Harry knows, like he can just feel the bad vibes vibrating and steaming off of him. He feels Harry’s hand against his, against the hand not holding the book, and now they’re holding hands tightly in front of Niall’s house.

“Guess we weren’t as secret as we thought.” Harry smiles, amused with all of this. Niall wishes he had that kind of reaction to things, always positive. But he doesn’t, and all he can do is sigh loudly before leaning up to smooch at Harry’s lips to kiss the smirk off his face.

Harry just keeps smiling, and he is now grabbing at the year book in Niall’s hand. Niall is done fighting, and instead just loosens his grip and silently watches what his boyfriend is doing.

Harry is writing along the back, and Niall can’t see a thing. He expects Harry to give it to him, but instead he just closes the book back up, passing it over to him again and keeping the same cheeky smirk across his face.

He then leaves, with one pulse of a squeeze against Niall’s hand with his, one soft kiss against Niall’s cheek, and then he is turning and walking off towards his house. Its only five houses down.

Niall should be patient, walk inside his house where he knows no one can look at him and judge him before he opens the book. But he’s so curious, and his mind is wandering with questions.

His fingers open the book, and he sees Liam’s signature, bold and slick. But then there is a note, Harry’s signature a few centimers away from Liam’s.

“In Uni, lets make this relationship public, ya? xx H”

[spideywars]

The Love That’s So Uncut And Raw

Whoop! I’m back with another narry fic! (This is also on Ao3)

Summary:

"What the fuck are we doing?" He asks, breathless and panting when they part. Their noses are brushing together, the smallest tickle of a touch as they breath in each others air. He doesn't know what this question will lead to.

Niall just blinks at him, his face illuminated by the lamp across the room and showing the shimmer of his wet lips and wet eyes.

"We're living our dreams H, you know that." He mumbles, and it's the truth that Harry doesn't know if he likes that much anymore.

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The lights in Japan are mesmerizing, like an electrical fairytale with rainbows all around him as he gets out of the taxi taking him to his hotel. Harry has his surgical mask hung loosely along his neck and sunglasses shielding his eyes even though the sky was grey.

The doors open, a man in a suit is guiding him inside and he smiles kindly, shaking his hand when the man greets him. He keeps a close eye on the back of the mans suit jacket when the man turns around to walk him to the front desk. He shoulders past people walking in and out of the hotel, short 'excuse me's' and 'pardon me's' stuttering out of him at every brush of human body against his own.

He hasn't been noticed yet, and he hopes it stays like that.

Usually he's okay with people glancing his way, raising brows or whispering quietly amongst each other with 'Is that Harry Styles?' passing their lips. But this is different, today is different, a special day he can't ruin and can't be late for.

A person he can't be late for.

So he keeps his mind set on the task at hand, eyes narrowed and focused on one thing hanging in his mind as he smiles at the receptionist and asks for a room key. He meets her eyes only for a second until he drifts them down onto the top of the reception desk. He wants to be low-key, doesn't feel safe under anyways eyes right now because the anxiety of being caught and mangled by fans it squeezing his heart.

But she doesn't even give him a second look, just hands him a room key with the number and floor. He smiles at her, gives her a stiff nod, and then bolts towards the elevator doors. He waits till one opens and makes sure to be alone in one, and as soon as the doors close his breaths flows out of him in a long sigh.

He wants this to be different, he wants to walk out of his taxi and see Niall standing there on the front steps of the hotel, arms crossed and one foot tapping impatiently along the steps. He wants Niall to run into his arms and he wants to kiss Niall's face all over till he has to scream and mumble 'Harry' to get him to stop. Right smack in the middle of Japan for everyone to see, but only no one would care, no one would take photos or bombard them with questions. Then they would rush up to a shared hotel room, get lost in each others bodies and shut-out the outside world around them for one night.

That won't happen though, that was only in Harry's dreams last night as he laid in his London apartment. He remembers the dream clearly, and he can even feel the similar feelings his fantasy self was feeling, the fast heartbeat, the shiver down his spine, the feeling of acceptance and freedom.

The ding of the elevator showing it was his floor snapped him out of his state, the dream daze that he locked himself into for a bit as he stood alone in a place for once. He grips his luggage harder, maneuvering down the hallway and finally getting to his room. Anxiousness is eating away at Harry now, and he's biting his lip as soon as he gets into his room and lays his luggage down. He doesn't even look at what the room looks like, doesn't check the wifi password or what channels are on the tv, he just grabs for the gift bag he has on top of his luggage, spins back around and rushes back out with his phone and room key in his back pockets.

It's the floor above him, room 256. And he's grabbing for his phone to stare at the text message he screen shotted. It's Niall's room, the one he has for the night as he does his little show here in Japan. It's tomorrow night, they have plenty of time till then.

It won't be for a while that they reunite like this again, Harry knows that in his heart and it brings bile crawling up his throat just at the simple thought of leaving Niall again and not seeing him for another long amount of months. He wishes it was as easy as it was in 2015, when he looked at Niall's blue eyes and didn't worry about crying to see them once again, when he tasted Niall's lips and didn't feel like he was going into withdrawal.

There is always wishes and dreams and they all get broken, but right now Harry has made his plans and this won't get ruined tonight-- It won't.

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The hotel room door with the shiny numbers '256' bring Harry's breath to a choked stop in his throat. His hands grow sweaty and it's almost like he is sixteen again, meeting one of his first girlfriends at her front step to take her on a date, or getting ready to kiss his first boyfriend. It's the same heat in his stomach and he has to close his eyes before he moves a hand out to tap against the door.

There's silence, pure silence and it makes Harry ears almost hurt because they are straining so hard to hear something. Maybe hear a 'yes pet?' from behind the door, or his laughter that makes Harry's life flash before his eyes. But there is only the shuffle of bedsheets when sound does come to his ears, and he steps back almost like he's scared when he hears the footsteps coming towards the door.

He grips the present even tighter behind his back, the straps sliding from his fingertips from the sweat coating them.

The doors opening now, the smallest creak of the hinges before Niall is staring at the love of his life. No dreams he has can recreate how perfect his face is, no television screen can bring out his eyes enough, no photo can could make his heart beat faster when he's comparing it to looking at the real thing.

"Fuck, pet..." Niall mumbles, and his eyes are wide and cheeks flushed in a blush already. They barely stare at each other for a second after he says that, now they were squished into a hug so tightly that it takes the breath right out of their lungs.

Harry's doesn't need to breath, and he's pulling back to only kiss Niall as hard as possible, lips locking together and staying together like glue as he managed to close the door before dropping the present onto the ground. Now he can move his hands to Niall's hips, tightening them around the flesh...a familiar touch.

"What the fuck are we doing?" He asks, breathless and panting when they part. Their noses are brushing together, the smallest tickle of a touch as they breath in each others air. He doesn't know what this question will lead to.

Niall just blinks at him, his face illuminated by the lamp across the room and showing the shimmer of his wet lips and wet eyes.

"We're living our dreams H, you know that." He mumbles, and it's the truth that Harry doesn't know if he likes that much anymore.

Niall's hand comes up to grip his jaw, cupping it tightly and firmly like a promise. And it's what always drags Harry onto his knees, crawling like he's a slave wherever Niall walked. They should be breaking up, leaving each other behind because they're too busy to be in a relationship, too busy to love one another right. But Niall touch makes him melt like butter, makes his knees buckle and mind submit, because Niall is his devil and his angel at the same time.

"Didn't know I had to sacrifice you for my dream." He mumbled, trying not to cry because he knows they didn't come here for a pity party. This was in celebration, but it comes out of him unexpectedly, these feelings of sadness and despair because Niall's face opens wounds.

"Harry I-" Niall wants to say something, and there probably is so many unspoken words orbiting around them, but Harry interrupts him with another kiss.

"Enough of this, how is your birthday so far?" He asked, smiling fondly when Niall starts to blush again. His eyes then flicker down to the floor, and Harry guesses he has noticed the present behind him at his feet.

"It was good but, better with you here." He smiles widely and moves to grab Harry's hands to guide him towards the bed. There is room service already laid out on the bed, ready to be eaten. Harry raises a brow, and Niall shrugs with a small chuckle passing his lips.

"When you called that you landed I wanted to get room service ready. I knew you were gonna be starving." Harry doesn't know how he can love this man more, but his heart flutters a little more at the realization of how much Niall cares about him--how much Niall still knows him even though they aren't as close as they used to be.

"Thank you love, really you didn't need to I could've waited." He moves to kiss Niall's cheek before sitting himself down. He can't lie, the smell of the food makes his mouth water, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from licking his lips.

Niall smirks though, and flops down on the other side of the food tray and moves to place his elbow on the bed to lean his head against his hand. He stares at Harry with a sparkle in his eyes, with a smile barely hidden across his face.

"I'll have a little nibble and then we can get into your birthday yea?" Harry makes sure to look at Niall as if he is asking for permission. He feels bad, first he walks into this hotel room with tears in his eyes and asking why they're still together, and now he is sitting here like a lazy arse eating food.

But Niall doesn't look bothered at all, he more looks extremely fond as he nods softly.

-

He eats but its not comfortable, every gulp of food sliding down his throat smothers the words he wants to say to Niall. He wants to talk, wants to lay themselves down and do anything because the world is shut out for no one to witness.

Niall is noticing as well, the way he keeps raising his brow and pouting his lips whenever Harry stops chewing to stare off into the distance with narrowed eyes. It's only a couple seconds later when Niall sits up and sits cross-legged in front of Harry, mirroring him.

"What's on your mind petal?" He asks, a small frown on his face. Harry thinks 'no, no' because he doesn't want Niall upset, a frown is the last thing he wants to see right now on a face like that.

Harry gulps first, lets the biscuit he was eating go down his throat before he can say the words clogging his thoughts.

"I had dreams about this night." He whispered, eyes immediately searching Niall's expression. He doesn't look shocked, instead Niall is only smiling bigger.

"Dreams about us spending my birthday together in Japan, locked up in a hotel room?" Harry knows Niall wasn't a huge fan of all this, being confined in a hotel room as if they were in some jail cell. But like Harry said, he had plans, and this night was going to be one of their best nights together. They didn't need to spend the night roaming along the streets of Japan to be happy and content.

He shifts more comfortably on the bed, hands still holding the other half of his biscuit with his hands settled in his lap as he squints at Niall. He takes a breath, let's it out, and speaks slowly.

"I dreamed about us laughing till our stomachs hurt, talking till we lost our voices. I dreamed about kissing you on the lips till we both can't feel them anymore, I dreamed I laid you out on these bedsheets and fucked you till all we could say was 'I love you.' I dreamed out your hands on my hips, I dreamed about us waking up in the morning wrapped in each other arms not willing to let go."

Harry doesn't realize he's crying till the tear slips down his cheek and hangs along his chin. And now hands are gripping at his cheeks like when he first walked into the hotel room, Niall's familiar body heat radiating onto him as he gets pulled in for a sloppy kiss over the food tray between them.

They part, but keep their noses together, that same old promises touch--so small, so innocent and so subtle...but's it's enough to keep them focused on each others eyes, so much that they can look into each others souls.

"I fucking love you Harry Styles." Niall sounds shaky, voice wavering and his bottom lip is wobbling so hard Harry easily caught up between his teeth--soothing it.

They kiss again, they kiss and kiss and kiss and they're in their own fairytale until Niall's knee hits the tray and almost flips right over and off the bed. They separate quickly in shock, and then both chuckle at the mess they almost made.

"What can't keep our hands off each other, even for a bloody minute." Harry giggles, grabbing for the tray to take it over to the desk beside the tv. As he is there, he grabs for Niall's present that is still settled on the ground--he spins dramatically on his heals, quickly outstretching his arms with the present fisted in both hands.

Niall laughs loudly, the sound better than heaven and it shakes Harry's bones like an earthquake. He loves it, and he wants more of it.

He missed it.

"What the hell did you get me now Styles? I told ya no presents!" Niall cries out, but still makes grabby hands, gesturing Harry to give him the gift bag.

Harry hands it over, now feeling his own blush layer across his cheeks when he sees Niall immediately start to open it. He keeps himself composed, licking his lips and locking his hands behind his back.

Niall pulls the gift out, and immediately explodes into laughter, his little feet kicking out from under him so now he is laid out on his back on the bed--feet dangling over the sides.

"You got me boxers but... with happy socks patterns all over them!" Niall still is laughing, but it's the good kind of laugh. Harry can tell by the way his face turns a bright red, and his eyes squeeze so tightly shut wrinkles form at the corners of them. The hint of a dimple shows across his left cheek, and Harry wants to kiss it.

"Of course I did, I found it online somewhere and immediately thought of you. And since you probably own every sock in that happy socks store...I decided to get you something a little different." Harry feels proud of himself, all smug with his cheeky smirk.

The best feeling of pride washes over him, because here Niall is right in front of him in the flesh, laughing and happy, and also loving the present he got him.

What can get better than this?

"You have got to tell me what website these are from babe." Niall's laughing dies down, and now soft giggles pass his lips as he stares at the boxers in his hands. They have little pints all over them, and it's probably the most 'Niall' thing Harry has ever bought.

"I will...later." He mumbles, because now Harry is crawling on top of Niall and staring down at the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on. Niall is still holding the boxers in his hands, but slowly settles them onto his chest so his hands can be free to run through Harry's short curls.

"Maybe you should try those on for me, give me a show." Harry jokes with a small chuckle, moving his face closer to Niall's. He teases though, and doesn't move any closer as he waits for an answer.

Niall snorts first, squeezing his eyes shut in a cringe expression before reopening his eyes to put his blue eyes on display again. They glow even more in the dim lighting, like Harry's own flashlights.

"I won't look very sexy in boxer shorts with pints all over them, and don't you ever think I'm gonna wear panties for ya, you arse." Harry laughs loudly with Niall this time, and he leans down to bury his face into his lovers neck.

Niall smells like roses, like flowers freshly picked and placed in a vase to purify a room into beauty and delicateness. It makes Harry smile, it makes him remember why he would be flower scented candles into of vanilla when he's on the road alone now.

"Never say never love." Harry chuckles out, letting his breath tickle Niall's neck and make him shiver. In return to his comment, he gets a playful slap on his shoulder making him yelp dramatically.

"Oi! Be nice!" Harry yells out, now grabbing at Niall's sides to roll them over. Niall is now on top, straddling his hips and smirking down at him. He's completely brunet now, now streak of blond left, and he looks more manly with his broad shoulders and beard. It makes little Harry happy too, and he doesn't really know if he can control himself much longer.

"This wasn't apart of your dreams, me staring down at you." Niall smiles softly, blinking his eyes so perfectly it's almost like he killed Harry with that one simple gesture. Like a shot to Harry's chest that goes straight through his heart.

"It wasn't apart of my dreams, but it's better than that." Harry smirks, and now he's moving his hand to snake its way around to Niall's back and pull him down. Niall follows easily, like a tumbling tower until they are chest to chest.

The warmth of their bodies together is mesmerizing. It's a familiar feeling, but its far away in Harry's memories--he has to reach for it in his brain, grab at it barely by his fingertips to remember this feeling last time they were like this.

There is no talking, there's no need right now because the communicating is used through body language as they kiss and touch each other all over. Both their hands sneaking under each others shirt, the coolness of their fingertips rippling the skin underneath in shivers.

Their shirts fly to the floor, their pants tangle up at the end of the bed, and now they're grinding against each other on top of the sheets, large tufts of air passing their lips with tense faces. Harry's hands are holding tightly onto Niall's arse, gripping it with effort as they rock against one another.

His abs tense, he can feel the bubbling feeling his gut, the fire brewing inside him as Niall's moans become louder and turn into whines. They never stop, they don't stop and won't until Harry gets right to the edge.

But he doesn't want this to end, and this was part of his plan as well. To make this night seem endless.

So, he shoves Niall got off him till the older brunet is laid out back on his back, looking up at the ceiling in surprise for just a few seconds before he's glaring at Harry. It's cute though, the pout across his face.

"What the fuck Har-" but Harry doesn't let him speak further, his own name getting gulped back down Niall's throat before he can say it. He's now on top of Niall, hands gripping the bed sheets above Niall's head and legs locking him in place so he can't roll away.

"M'cumming with me inside you." Harry speaks lowly, eyes darkening with the lust deep inside him now resurfacing along his body. He's buzzing all over, and he knows Niall is too with the way his lips part the slightest bit, a soft moan passing them at Harry's words.

Harry puts himself to work now, shuffling off the bed and letting himself be guided to wear Niall's travel lube is. He grabs it eventually in one of the inside pockets of suitcase, and right after he is back on the bed and slicking up his fingers.

"Have you done anything since I've been gone? With yourself?" Harry asks, now grabbing lightly at one of Niall's knees to slowly separate the smaller brunets legs. They part quickly, and Harry licks his lips at the sight of his boyfriends entrance, looking neglected.

"No time, can't really have a wank or really do anything with myself when I have people by my side 24/7. And I was too anxious to see you tonight so I forgot." Niall sounds sheepish, and Harry's smooths his thumb soothing where it's still holding Niall's knee, right along the inside of it.

"It's fine love, I don't remember the last time I had a good wank either." Harry chuckles and lightens the mood, letting himself get comfortable before he moves up so he is face to face with Niall. He stares down at him, watching his eyes carefully as he slowly inserts one finger inside him. It goes in easily, with little resistance.

"Ah, shit." Niall whines out, teeth clenching tightly and eyes shutting. But he quickly opens them right back up, probably remembering that Harry always gets scared when he doesn't show his eyes. Harry always looks at Niall's eyes, they're like his own messenger when words can't be spoken. He knows when Niall is in pain, he knows when he's in pleasure...all through the fragile glass of his eyes.

"You okay babe?" He asks, leaning down to kiss faintly at Niall's collarbone. He lets his breath ghost against Niall's chest till he lifts himself back up to focus on Niall's eyes again.

"M'fine, just need to get used to it again." Harry hates that, cause he knows they haven't done this in so long that Niall can't adjust as quickly as he used to. He almost wants to suggest bottoming for tonight, but no, he knows Niall loves being the bottom and he won't ruin this birthday night.

"Want me to keep going?" He asks, tone a little unsure as he stutters his fingers to a stop.

"Yes, yes H I'm fine god please keep going." Niall sounds desperate now, and his chin is curling into his chest in pleasure as Harry rocks his fingers inside him till they're now at a hard and steady pace.

Adjusting quickly becomes easier, and soon Niall is begging for more. His teeth biting his bottom lip raw and making Harry have to grip his chin to get him to let go of it. This all feels like a high, the sex in the air, the smell of lube and sweat mixed together among the bed sheets. Niall seems to be slowly leaving this earth, like he's slowly being beamed up to mars by aliens. The pleasure is intense, and they haven't even gotten to the best part yet.

"Come on." Niall whines, patience thrown out the window as he kicks shuffles to the middle of the bed. Harry knows it's coming, this slow build till the peak of the night. Or what most people would consider the best part of their nights. He thinks of everything as the best part, the soft touches, the soft kisses, the loving words, the eating, the laughing, and now the sex. And then after, cuddling with their legs tangled together under the heat of the covers till daylight and reality steals them away from each other once again.

He shifts, now leaning over Niall once again. They stare into one another eyes, and Harry blindly guides his cock towards Niall's entrance, letting it slowly slide in with a small push of his hips forward. He can see Niall's eyes widen, can see the blue darken and darken till his eyes look more like the deepest colour of the ocean. Niall's lips part, and slow and long drawn-out moan rips through his throat until Harry is fully settled inside him.

They keep it still, everything now completely quiet around them. No sounds, no screaming girls, no shutter of cameras, no paparazzi yells. It's just them, their bodies locked together and becoming one and no one is there to see them. It's their little secret, with the world oblivious.

With no words exchanged, Harry slowly starts to move--rocking forward and back with careful thrusts. He's gentle, never brutal and he knows Niall will appreciate that. And it's okay to be soft at first, because the pace slowly picks up till the headboard is softly kicking against the wall.

It's intense, the building pressure inside Harry till he feel like he was spontaneously combust. His breath keeps being held in throat, and soon low groans coming deep from in his chest pass his lips. They're both close, and now Niall's nails are digging into the flesh of his hips, right beside the fern tattoos.

"Harry." Niall sobs out, his name sounding like honey coming from Niall's mouth. It's then that Niall arches his back and cum sprays out onto both of their chests, and Harry now cumming along with him with a short shout before he leans forward and smothers his cries into the pillows beside Niall's head.

Their bodies and sticky together, sweat layering their skin. But it's the best high ever, the feeling Harry has been searching for for a long time. Niall's scent, his touch, his laugh...it's all back together and it revives Harry's heart and puts it back in it's rightful place. He doesn't feel empty anymore, or like he's missing something in his life.

And they lay like that, no movement, no talking. The silence is hypnotizing, something they are never used to but something they both want to get used to.

But that can only be in Harry's dreams tonight.

-

The morning light shining into his eyes is like an instant bad mood trickling over Harry. He winces when he opens his eyes, and glares at the sun in hatred as he flips around to run away from it.

He feels Niall's fluff of hair against his spine now, his head used to be curled into Harry's shoulder--he can also feel Niall's forehead against his back, there is still small fragments of sweat layered over it from last nights activities.

Harry loves it all, but he knows its ending soon. Everything is coming to a close and his next flight back to London is today and he needs to get up and go before people start to realize where Niall's hotel is for his tour date.

Regretfully he shuffles to sit up, now rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of him. But it still ways him down, and his joints and muscles hurt--a sign he's getting old, he guesses. A shame.

"Harry?" He hears a groggy voice, scratchy and now sounding fully there yet, like it's still in dream-land. But he looks over his shoulder anyways, and sees Niall staring at him with one eye opened, his cheek still smothered into the pillow.

"Gotta go now love." He whispers, hoisting himself out of bed and immediately missing the welcoming and calming warmth of the comfy hotel sheets that held their combined body heat inside it. But he keeps himself going, forces himself to get ready as Niall slowly wakes himself up.

He'd rather have Niall stay asleep, have him stay in bed and when Harry is done getting dressed he can simply walk over to him, whisper a goodbye and then give him a kiss on the temple before he vanishes to his own hotel room that he hasn't even slept in.

But he can here Niall getting up, and he slowly turns around after putting on his shoes, now standing face to face with the love of his life once again. But this time he's leaving, and leaving for a long time.

"I'll see you soon yea? See you at IHeart?" Niall asks, and Harry nods silently. But really they don't know, life may be too busy, schedules may fuck them over. That's usually what happens.

Niall knows it too, and thats why his eyes drift down to the floor--a frown is now tugging down across his face.

It's a horrible look that hurts Harry's heart, and he moves forward to lean down and kiss Niall's forehead with the softest press of his lips. He wants to cry all over again, but he keeps it in. Maybe when he is all alone in his own hotel room, where not even his lover can see him.

"See you at the festival, ya. Make sure you sing along to my songs, hype me up." Harry jokes, but it's all half-hearted and not really there. He can still see the way Niall doesn't look fully there, because they knew it's false hope.

"Call me when you land, ya?" Niall asks, voice growing so quiet Harry was lucky he was standing so close to him or he was sure he wouldn't hear if he was any further.

"Of course." Harry answers, and now he's trying to meet Niall's eyes, not letting Niall avoid them until Niall is softly chuckling. When they finally meet gazes it's that same shock of electricity that runs through the them, like they're staring into each others futures that hold one another. Or that hopefully hold one another.

They lean in and kiss now, the locked promise that ends their time together. It's the sign that Harry needs to leave now, because too many kisses will make them both fall apart, and staring into each others eyes for too many seconds may cause them to lose themselves.

Last night was their little secret dream, and now the morning has came and it's reality hitting them like a truck. So, Harry smiles one last time at Niall before he turns and walks towards the hotel room door, his own hotel keys and phone back into his jean pockets.

Niall's room door clicks closed behind Harry as he walks down the hallway, and now the relationship part of his life is forced into the back of his mind and blocked off to keep him sane. Now, he needs to figure out his next flight, and get back to rehearsals for his tour.

But he is sure they will see each other again, maybe not this month, maybe not next month. But soon, and it will either be in another hotel room, or in one of their many houses.

[spideywars]

What We Had Is Gone

This fic is also on my Ao3, but I also wanted to post this on my Tumblr. I hope you all enjoy! 

Summary: It's gone, the warm feeling between them that felt as if their hearts were rubbing together. The friction is gone, has disappeared after what Harry did. If Niall takes him back now, there will be too much shrapnel and pieces to pick up--too much damage that has already been done.

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It was May 13th, Niall was sitting curled up on his couch with his hands sweating and holding his lyric book tightly. It's not opened yet, but his thumb is teasing at the side of the pages inside it, ready to flip it opened and pour his heart out.

Heartbreak is the grammy award winning emotion, the feeling that gets the brain thinking dirty, ready to spill out onto pages then into instruments and then echoed out in venues across the world. There are already words in Niall's head, like 'fuck you' and 'how dare you, how dare you do this to me,' and lastly, 'I'm afraid, I'm so afraid that what we had is all gone.'

But he can't write yet, the point of him being cooped up in his own house was to be alone. He has his record player opened and a record already placed inside it, the needle teasing over top of it and ready to plummet down and blast the music from the speakers.

It's Harry's album, the pink cover that's all back muscles, wet hair, and that damn cross necklace that Niall has had between his own teeth. It's laid out beside him on the couch--untouched, but the booklet that came with it is wide opened, the lyrics to the first track in view to Niall's naked eyes.

He's scared, and his hands are shaking as he leans forward and grabs at the needle of the player, slowly and carefully placing it down onto the record as it turns at a slow pace. The first song is slow, and called 'Meet Me In The Hallway' when he stares at the lyric book.

And Niall's heart never dropped to his stomach that fast.

"Just let me know, I'll be at the door, at the door. Hoping you'll come around." That lyrics sends shockwaves through Niall's body, has him gripping at his pen and now his lyric book is being flipped opened to the first blank page.

"No, you won't..." He mumbles under his breath. The tears are already stinging in his eyes and he told himself he wouldn't cry, had assured himself that he has done enough crying over the stupid human being and ex boyfriend that is Harry Styles. But Harry's voice is like a knife twisting in his heart, the honey-like deep voice already trying to wrap him up and drag him back to the dark hole he started in.

"When you're feeling love's been taken. When you know there's something missing in the dark, we're barely hanging on." He scribbles into the first three lines of the page. They were barely hanging on, him and Harry--fights were too frequent, the days felt longer together because they never knew what to say to make everything better.

"Maybe we'll work it out." Harry sings, the vinyl scratching the slightest bit and his voice grows too quiet. But Niall can hear it loud and clear, like sirens in his brain making his ears bleed. No, no they won't because Harry did this, in the end he was the one that broke down their walls and caused them to collapse. This is unfixable, but dammit Harry is a stubborn man who always thinks he can fix anyone or anything. Even the people he hurt most.

"So I'm afraid that what we had is gone." He writes in bold, right after the "then you rest your head upon my chest and you feel like there ain't nothing left." He even underlines it, pen pressing harshly in the paper almost like it was going to rip right through the book and pierce his lap.

It's gone, the warm feeling between them that felt as if their hearts were rubbing together. The friction is gone, has disappeared after what Harry did. If Niall takes him back now, again, there will be too much shrapnel and pieces to pick up--too much damage that has already been done.

Harry is repeating some lyrics now, sounding loud and determined with "I gotta get better" Slipping past his lips and through the speakers. This pauses the pen working away in Niall's hand, and he's now tapping the back of it along the notebook, perplexed.

Harry wants to get better? He wants to get better and change and be a better person? It sounds like he's dripping with lies, and now Niall just thinks it's some random song writer talking, not actually Harry writing this damn song.

But it keeps on repeating, "I gotta get better, gotta get better." He's screaming, and it's cracking Niall's heart opened all over again. It's making him feel fuzzy and soft around the edges, and now his past memories are flowing back into his mind. The kisses, the touches, the laughs.

So he writes again, ink gliding along the paper elegantly as he neatly writes down the next part to his thoughts. "Then I think of the start, and it echoes a spark. And I remember the magic and electricity."

There it is, the drop of a tear staining the page. It smudges the ink from his pen immediately, the 'electricity' becoming unreadable. But he can't seem to stop, he's on autopilot now as he scribbles unsaid words onto the paper.

"Then I look into my heart, there's a light in the dark. Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me. And I wanna keep. Please don't leave, please don't leave."

He has to stop, because now he has written 'please don't leave' seven times down the paper--a sob rips through his throat and the 'e' at the end of 'leave' looks like a scribbled mess. He forces himself to set everything down, now curling into himself and grabbing at one of the couch pillows to bury his face into.

The lyrics of Harry's song plays in the background, "we don't talk about it, it's something we don't do. 'Cause once you go without it, nothing else will do."

-

It's the tour now, the album is done and the songs are finished. Life is okay again, there is no broken hearts or stained pillows from tears. In fact Niall moved out of that damn flat, the old memories that laid across the place like a thick layer of dust was burning his skin no matter what he touched.

He's moved on with life, got himself on his feet and his tour is successful--Las Angeles was tonight, a wild crowd that already knew all the lyrics to his songs. They echoed the lyrics back to Niall, the lyrics that he cried to, the lyrics that he laughed to. He saw smiles all over everyones faces, crying and laughing like he did. It's heaven, the hot stage lights a soothing warmth across his cheeks and his bands music a mental massage for his thoughts.

He has felt amazing, is glowing really. But that changes quickly when he gets back into his change room. Because his stylist whips her head back to stare at him with wide eyes, a security guard meeting his eyes as well and not looking too impressed either.

His heart thuds a little faster in his chest, what's happening? Are people hurt? He's been a little on edge with concerts since the attack in Manchester, his anxiety never fails to appear no matter how secure his concerts are.

But it's not that, it's not an attack. They still look scared though, and his stylist is chewing at her bottom lip as she moves towards him.

"I think we should leave now, get you out before fans start piling up outside the doors." She grabs loosely at his shoulder, but when she attempts to move him he digs his heels into the carpet of the dressing room. Something isn't right, and her excuse doesn't fool him.

"What's happening?" He asks, his band shouldering past him and changing out of their sweaty stage clothes. They all look equally concerned, trying not to butt into the conversation but still side-eyeing Niall with curiosity.

"Nothing big, just want you out." She lightly tugs him again and Niall let's her steer him out of the dressing room and into the hallway. But now she is freezing in front of him and he is forced to stop before he trips over her feet.

There is a question on his lips, right at the tip of his tongue. But now he's actually looking up, staring down the narrow hallway and watching as people moan and groan as someone comes barreling past them. Bodies swiftly move, and the group of stage crew break apart--revealing the man Niall got over, but didn't get over at the same time.

There he is, a walking hurricane as he slips past the last bit of people backstage. He is dressed down compared to what he usually wears--just now wearing a t-shirt and black pants with sunglasses pushing his curly and short hair back. His eyes are wide, the lights reflecting off them and showing just how hard they are burning into Niall's own.

Harry sees him, and there is no turning back now.

He first wants to say what the fuck, drill a hole into the wall beside him in anger that he couldn't just be happy. He knows for a fact this won't end well, he knows Harry will dig that hole right back into Niall's heart to try and fit himself back in.

But there's no room for Harry anymore, Niall's heart isn't made for him anymore.

"Niall," Harry's breathless, stopping in front of him and now he's only a couple feet away. The only thing separating them is Niall's stylist who is more than stiff and uncomfortable. She looks nervous, still biting her lip raw. "Niall can we talk? Please?" Harry asks now, regaining his voice.

He wants to say no, Niall can feel the words ready to come out but they are stuck in his throat. He hates himself, hates that this just confirmed Harry still has a grip on him, still controls his mind, body, and soul.

Because that's what Harry does apparently, he drags you in and expects you to stay even when he leaves you in the dust a million times.

"What do you want?" Niall asks the simple question, now grabbing at his stylists shoulders to move her away. She looks concerned, brows furrowed and now frantically looking back and forth between them. But Niall silently waves her off, eyes flashing 'I'll be okay.'

But will he?

"I want to talk." Harry doesn't sound right, like he's trying to force the words out of him. But it's the eyes that concern Niall the most, there is a sparkle of determination in the gold freckles spotted along the green.

"I'm here, so talk." He mumbles, trying to act like he doesn't care. But that's a lie, cause Niall has been caring for a whole year now, has listened to Harry's album over and over again with his phone clutched in hands, thumb hovering over the call button.

He really has gotten better, but it really was that bad at the start.

Harry looks a little frustrated now, he licks at his lips and moves an hand out to place on the wall and lean against it. He's worked out a lot since Niall had seen him last, his biceps look hard and stiff.

"Privately." He says simply, leaning in with a whisper but Niall is just blinking back at him blankly. He won't take that--there is no way he will be in the same room as Harry Styles, alone.

But mostly he's scared he will do something he'll regret--Harry's biceps will put him in a trance, those green eyes will hypnotize him, and those plump pink lips will become a drug. He's done this over and over again.

"I'd rather not, here's fine." He sounds like a dick, and Harry's getting more frustrated, the hand that isn't against the wall is curling in a fist at his side.

"Fine," Harry grumbles, but now he's spewing and Niall isn't ready for everything to collapse on him once again.

"I love you, I'm sorry. I love you so much and I don't ever want to hurt you like that again. I thought it would be a good idea to speak my apology through my songs but instead it only hurt you more. I know you hate me, I know you never want to see me again but I fucking love you and I needed to say I'm sorry in person."

Those three words, words that could sound like heaven, but could also be the death of him. Niall isn't really sure which one it is right now, but he swore his heart stopped beating for a second and the whole world became Harry in his eyes.

"Why would you say that?" Niall doesn't even realize he asked that question out loud till it's already said. Harry looks confused, but now a deep frown tugs at his face and eyes fade from green to grey like grey clouds blocking the sun.

"Because I would never lie to you, and my life doesn't make sense without you." Harry sounds like he's about to cry, choking and sounding strained. It captures Niall's heart again, snatches it and cages it up--the key to the lock is gone, Niall is imprisoned.

-

So here they are again, Harry's kissing his neck and laying him out on a hotel room bed. His hands gripping at the flesh of Harry's hips. His legs are wrapped along Harry's waist, keeping him close, their chests rubbing together.

It's like they are trying to bring that friction back to recharge their hearts. Niall can feel the familiar coolness of the cross necklace dangling between his collarbones. And when Harry moves up to bury his nose into Niall's hair the necklace falls to Niall's lips, and slowly he bites it and brings it into his mouth.

They're staring at each other, grinding against one another--shirtless, panting, and sexually frustrated. But the look they give each other doesn't say 'I love you,' it speaks 'here we go again.'

[spideywars]

hey!!! if you are doing those promts can you do a one where niall is a photographer/director kinda young hot making wave in industry types and harry a model who just got a shoot with him (h is kind of internet model, done some major shoots just not too many ). can you make it flirty and a bit angsty!!! thanks!!!

One of my favourite one shots I’ve written so far, I really enjoyed writing this. All fluff and a small bit of angst for you all. 

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“Can you turn your head a little to the left? Yeah, perfect, actually a little more…that’s great.” Niall’s camera flashed and lit up the dark room of his apartment/workplace. The man sitting on the stool in front of the little grey background Niall had set up was wearing a fancy suit, hair brushed to perfection, beard trimmed. He was here for a business magazine, a random model Niall had found in his booklet that he kept for calls if he needed someone, this lad seemed perfect and looked fancy enough to be slapped on the cover of that kind of magazine.

He took a second shot with the loud click of his professional camera when the door to his apartment opened, loud footsteps walking behind him. Niall almost rolled his eyes, leaning down to look through the lens and getting ready to take another picture when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly and making him flinch.

“Nialler, got some new information on that magazine cover you’re doing for Rolling Stone?” His head shot up at that, remembering one of his biggest projects that he’s ever had to do. The person reminding him was his assistant, Deo, who was also his cousin.

“What do you need? I’m in the middle of something.” He tried to act cool, not wanting to be too pushy and frantic to know what Deo needed to tell him. Anxiety was building in his chest like his lungs were filling up with concrete.

“Just take a five minute break, let him get restyled by Lou so we can chat.” Deo was tugging on the end of his shirt sleeve, tugging him along towards his kitchen. He lightly pulled away, turning towards the model who was raising a perfectly plucked brow at them.

“Let’s take a five or ten minute break. Just head over to your station and I’ll be back in a second.” He gave the man a smile, who returned one back before they parted. Now, Niall was being dragged into the kitchen, the lights being turned on and making him cringe at the suddenness of it all absorbing itself into his sensitive eyes.

Deo was sitting himself down at the island, looking over towards Niall like he was waiting for him to join him.

“What’s happened?” He moved to do was Deo wanted, sitting across from him and patiently waiting for his cousin to speak. He could hear Lou and the model talking, their voices echoing through his home and into the kitchen.

“I’ve got some good news and bad news.” Deo looked restrained, trying not to show the pained expression. He knew Niall hated bad news, hated changes like due dates being moved closer or plans cancelled, models sick or not showing up. But ever since Niall grew popular with the magazine and website photoshoots he has forced himself to get used to constant mishaps that make him lose his head. It’s part of the job.

“Tell me the bad news first, so I can get it over with sooner rather than later.” Niall spoke hesitantly, feeling himself sink further into his stool with dread washing over him. He has no idea what Deo is going to say, because there is bad news, and then there is bad news.

“Alright,” Deo shifted and grabbed his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, tapping along it for just a few seconds before looking up to meet Niall in the eyes again. “I got an email from Rolling Stone and they said they need the photos from your shoot sent to them by next week.”

Deo was already cringing, and now Niall was letting out a loud groan, hands flying to grip at his hair. This was bad news, because all his photoshoots planned for this week had to be cancelled because of this one stupid magazine company that couldn’t bare to wait for the photoshoot to come on the original date. But Niall couldn’t just let this go, Rolling Stone magazine was a huge company that gave Niall a jaw-dropping price for him to make this bloody shoot. If they wanted the photos to be sent earlier, then he will do it.

“So basically clear my entire schedule for this week then, move every shoot planned this week for the next. If anyone backs out because of that, just let them, I have no energy to fight.” He was pressing the heels of his palms against his eyelids, digging them harshly into the sockets enough to be a little painful.

“I knew you’d want me to do that, already done and settled. I’m just waiting for the people to get back to me.” Deo was truly an angel sent from heaven, already trying to lift the weights off his shoulders.

“Okay, tell me the good news now that that shit is out of the way.” He blinked rapidly as he moved his hands away from his eyes, the pressure from digging into them making soft black dots spot along his vision.

“The good news is that I have your model ready and set for you to see tomorrow, he’s from here in England, you should search him up to get a good understanding on what you’re working with.” Deo was giving him that look, almost like a cheeky smirk he was trying to hide and it made Niall want to slap it off. Whenever he worked with new models his mates including Deo had to be up his arse and pushing him to date one of them, but he’s officially boycotted models off his dating list.

“What’s his name?” Niall decided to ignore Deo’s wiggling brows and pout, instead moving to grab for his own phone in his pocket to go on google.

“Names Harry Styles, a new model in the business. You might know him off Youtube doing covers and such, done a couple pub gigs a few times around London.” As Deo explained, Niall tapped the name into the search bar. He kind of knew this Harry guy, has seen posters of his upcoming album being plastered along London and his Youtube videos sometimes get recommended to him whenever he goes online. But he’s never really looked into him, now he will have to.

And wow, is he ever attractive. The first couple pictures he’s seeing is him with a pearly white smile and charming grin with a pair of dimples poking out on the sides of his mouth. He’s got lush curly hair and smooth skin, definitely model material.

“Looks like your type.” Deo’s comment made Niall’s eyes roll hard into the back of his head, and he was still sitting across from him looking all happy and smug. It got on Niall’s nerves.

“Deo you knew damn well I refuse to date models, I’ve been down that road and I’m not making that mistake again.” He made sure to scold his cousin who was now looking a little guilty at being caught in the middle of his little act.

“Zayn was two years ago now mate, you should move on and find someone who’ll treat you right. You gotta realize not all models are like that.” Deo had a pleading tone, almost whining as he leaned over the table, desperately trying to get Niall’s attention. But Niall could hear him loud and clear, has heard this speech a million times from separate people, actually.

“I’ve been working with models all my life, I think I’d know them more than anyone. They know they’re pretty, they know people would die to be in a relationship with them. They also know they can have anyone they want, at any time. All are either cheaters or never would actually get in a serious relationship because they’d rather sleep around with different people every day.” Niall didn’t mean to rant, but the words were already tumbling out of his mouth.

Deo seemed to notice his distress though, realizing he hit a nerve with this topic. So he stayed quiet, only silently nodding before Niall was getting up and out of his seat to go and finish up the photoshoot.

-

Niall did his research on Harry Styles, listened to some of his covers, went on his website, looked through some photoshoots he’s done in the past. Now today is the day where he meets the lad, Niall already is set up in his apartment, waiting patiently with his starbucks coffee cupped in his hands to keep him company until there will be a knock at the door.

Harry isn’t really doing so well already though, Niall has specifically sent him an email saying he should come a little earlier than the time originally planned-which was 9am-so they could get him in wardrobe, but it’s almost 9 already and the lad hasn’t made his appearance.

All models decide to be fashionably late, that’s what Niall has made himself realize as well.

There’s a knock all of a sudden, just as he finishes his thought. Deo and Lou look up from their phones as they were slumped on his couch, now getting up to be in their places when Harry comes inside.

Niall makes his way towards the front door, looking in through the peephole to see a tall man standing in the doorway, and the curls gave it away.

“Hello,” Niall restrained himself from acting mean, feeling the frustration eat away at his insides just looking at this guys happy and innocent grin as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t do anything wrong. “You must be Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you.” He greeted as Harry moved his way inside and shrugged off his coat.

“Good morning, nice flat you have here.” Harry was looking around almost in awe, which made Niall want to raise his brow in confusion. This lad probably already had a mansion as his house at the fresh age of twenty-three, so why the hell is he gawking over a small two bedroom flat?

“Uh, thanks. Mind going straight to wardrobe where Lou is? She wants to get you dressed, makeup on, hair done. I emailed you saying you should come earlier but I guess it didn’t go through.” He played it all well, pretending he wasn’t boiling in anger as he pointed towards the stylist section of the flat. But Harry wasn’t budging from where he stood in front of him, now staring at Niall in confusion.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot about that. I saw your email, read it over and everything, I’m sorry about that mate.” Harry moved a hand to pat at Niall’s shoulder, it had him even more shocked at this guys reactions to things, or how he dealt with being in a business like modelling. Usually models who walk through Niall’s door have no interest in him what-so-ever, and Niall doesn’t either. As long as they listen to his orders when they’re doing the shoot, he doesn’t care if they ignore him.

“Everything forgotten, I’ve moved on. Just get to wardrobe and we’ll start as soon as you’re all pampered up.” Niall gave Harry a tight smile, watching on as he turned to do what he said, greeting Lou with a charming smile and a handshake.

-

“Can you tilt your head to the left, yeah like that. Now can you put one leg forward, good.” It was almost dinner time when they were rapping up, Harry standing and posing for the camera looking like he was ready to have a good sleep just standing up. It was getting harder for Niall to give orders, and he had to take a deep breath so he didn’t get frustrated again.

“Okay that’s a wrap for today.” Niall lowered the camera, letting it dangle from the strap it was attached to from his neck so he could settle his hands on his hips. Lou was already escorting Harry back into the change room-aka Niall’s bathroom-giving Harry his clothes so he could change back into them.

“What a polite lad he is, isn’t he?” Deo’s voice came rising up from the surface of Niall’s cluttered mind and he looked over towards him, seeing his cousin with that similar cheeky smirk, but this time it not too obvious, more like he was just making a friendly point.

But Niall couldn’t just lie, Harry had been extremely well-behaved the whole shoot, even making conversation about random things, letting out jokes here and there. He was kind, not rude and anti-social like most of the models. And damn, he hated to admit that Deo might be right about this one, maybe Harry isn’t like the others, or more specifically, like Zayn.

“Yeah he’s nice, got manors and loves to chat.” Niall shrugged as if it was nothing, not really ready to give Deo the pleasure of knowing he was right. He moved towards his camera case, placing it inside so the lens didn’t get dusty.

“Would be a great guy to go out for a beer with…” Deo was doing it again, trying to slip in his matchmaking skills. But it was weird how Niall wasn’t as agitated as he used to be, maybe it was because Harry really was a guy he would love to date. But hell, he didn’t even know if this guy was in a relationship, or even gay.

“Deo, lay off yeah?” He turned to give his cousin a hot look, showing that he will get angry if this continues. “Besides I don’t even know if he’s gay, or with someone.”

Deo was smiling now, letting out a chuckle and was laughing softly for a good minute before he calmed down and looked back towards Niall. His grin was wider now, eyes shining with curiosity and excitement.

“Have you seen his Youtube videos? I guess you didn’t do good research on him after all, he’s a single man, and gay. He made a coming out video on Youtube and everything.” Deo was grabbing for his phone frantically, and was pressing on the Youtube app when the bathroom door opened, revealing Harry in the clothes he came with.

Deo slowly put his phone back, obviously realizing he couldn’t really show Niall the video at the moment.

“Same time tomorrow? Or do you want me to come earlier? I promise I won’t mess up next time.” Harry was looking at Niall with those mesmerizing green eyes, a small hint of a smile across his face like he was trying to calm the waters between them. Niall hated that he had greeted Harry so toughly this morning, he feels bad now.

“I know you won’t, just come earlier if you can that would be great.” Niall answered, walking Harry towards his door and opening it for him as he grabbed for his coat and put it on.

Before Harry took a foot out the door though, he turned towards Niall still holding that same loving smile as if he’s known Niall for years. “I’ll grab us some coffee tomorrow morning as well, as an apology.”

-

Harry had started get a little more warmed up towards Niall, because as the days past with their photoshoots Harry had started to get flirty. He’d always get them coffee, settle it down on Niall’s living room table before he’d shrug off his jacket. ‘Nialler’ was what Niall’s name turned into, and it was really bad how Niall would stay up later than he should thinking about this Harry Styles guy.

Today was the last day of shooting though, and today Deo was off picking some props up for Niall’s photoshoots for next week, and needed help from Lou who also needed to grab hair products and makeup from her shop. So here Niall was doing triple the amount of work than he expected to do, regretting leaving the raining flowers part of the shoot till the end.

He knew how to be flexible though, so he had set his camera on the tripod and put it to a ten second countdown for each shot that would be in three’s. It would take as many as Niall wanted until he’d have to go over to it himself to turn the camera off. So now he was able to stand on a chair outside of the camera’s lens, holding a bucket of pink flowers and ready to rain them down on Harry’s head.

“Okay it’s gonna beep ten times and then the camera will flash. Just get ready to make your pretty face when the camera hits ten beeps.” Niall got the bucket ready, hands fisting into the flowers and counting to nine before he starting to sprinkle them down onto Harry’s head. At ten, the camera flashed and took three photos.

“Lovely, I’ve got a couple handfuls left.” He grabbed for the flowers again, Harry nodding up at him and both of them waiting and counting the beeps until Niall repeated what he did before, letting the flowers gracefully flow down onto Harry’s hair and face.

Once he was done, he climbed down from the chair, and was about the move to turn the setting off the camera when he was pulled by the hips in the middle of the photoshoot. He yelped, dropping the bucket and was about to ask what the hell was happening when he suddenly felt lips on his, soft and plush and tasting sweet like mint.

The camera’s three flashes made them pull apart, and both of them were now just standing in each others holds, Niall blinking up in surprise at Harry who looked smug but also a bit shy with the way his cheeks were dusted with a blush.

“I needed to like, do that before I left cause you’re so, so handsome.” It was weird hearing that from a model, that he was handsome. It made Niall bite his bottom lip hard to stop himself from smiling, hands leaving from where they were gripping at Harry’s cheeks to fiddle with his shirt.

“Didn’t see that coming.” Niall chuckled out nervously, and Harry only smiled silently, staring at Niall like he hung the moon and every star in the sky one by one.

“That was my plan.” Harry answered, moving to step back and let his hands fall from Niall’s waist, but only to move them and grab for Niall’s fidgeting ones in his.

“Would love to see you again, I know the kiss was pretty forward but I wanted to make it obvious I don’t want to meet again as just friends or…photographer and model.” Niall’s heartbeat grew louder and faster in his chest, hearing Harry say these things made him rethink all the thoughts he had about models, everything turning onto its head.

“Yeah, I mean yeah of course I’d love to.” Harry pulled Niall in back towards his chest at Niall’s answer, both holding each other surrounded by pink flowers, not caring the camera was still flashing.

It was after Harry left, when Niall was looking through the photos on his laptop, when he came across the photos of him and Harry kissing. Flowers were stuck in Harry’s curls and along his shoulders, Niall’s hands wrapped tightly along his neck.

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prompt- a boyfriend AU where harry thought niall left him because half his clothes are missing but niall actually packed their bags for a surprise getaway vacation but he never realised half his clothes are missing too, fluff happens.

This is a mixture of fluff, angst, and comedy and so many different emotions packed into one fic! I am so happy how this turned out. Thank you for this prompt. 

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“I brought take-out!” Harry’s voice boomed throughout the flat as he opened the front door skillfully with his elbow as he juggled a bag of Chinese take-out and his brief case in both arms.

He didn’t get an answer back, usually Niall would be stomping his socked feet down the hallway with a big smile on his face, with a yell of ‘Harold!’ coming from his mouth before he’d embrace Harry in a large and warm hug. But it didn’t really worry Harry that much, they’ve been doing these constant greetings for two years now, it doesn’t need to be a routine to have them both welcome each other at the door.

He made his way into the kitchen, setting down the Chinese on the counter with a large huff of relief at the lessoned weight on his arms. He placed his briefcase where it was usually put, right by the front door on the bench, and then got himself comfortable by taking off his shoes and coat.

Niall should be here by now, his presence should be all around Harry with him gushing about his day or furiously asking Harry how his went. But still, Niall was no where to be heard or seen, and Harry stood in the middle of the hallway perplexed at the emptiness he suddenly felt.

This was dramatic, he was being dramatic. It’s Niall for god sakes, he could be sound asleep in their bedroom all wrapped around the covers and so tangled up he’d be tripping his way out to grab Harry and bring him into a hug. He could also have went to the Tesco across the road, wanting to buy something to eat or drink without knowing that Harry was coming home with food.

Harry really didn’t want to worry so much right now, he’d get himself sick with all this unneeded stress on his shoulders from the simplest things.

He walked calmly towards their bedroom, feet light along the floorboards in case Niall really was sleeping. Niall has been having stressful days at his job these past couple weeks, so he has been more and more exhausted during the days when he’d get home with dark bags under his eyes and incoherent words coming through his mouth as he’d stumble his way to the bedroom to pass out without even getting out of his work uniform.

But Niall wasn’t there, not at all. Harry walked into the room to find it empty, the bed still the way it was from when Harry made it this morning while Niall made breakfast. There was a cold draft in the air from one of the windows not fully closed, sending goosebumps along his skin.

“Niall?” He found his voice through the shock that sent an earthquake down his spine, he didn’t really know why he said Niall’s name, because obviously the other brunet wasn’t around. There wasn’t much places to go in their one bedroom, one bathroom flat.

The next move was to the windows, closing the one that was opened and staring out across the street. He strained his eyes, trying to look into the windows of the shop but failing. Was Niall there? Maybe, there is still a chance, why would he be anywhere else without telling him?

But then he caught something at the corner of his eye, him slowly straightening himself out and turning to stare at the door to their closet that was wide opened. All of Niall’s clothes on his side, gone.

“Fuck, no…no fucking way.” He swore up a storm, everything hitting rock bottom and his feet felt like they had ten pound weights strapped onto them as he walked forward to get a better look. There was a big gap in Niall’s side of the closet, and Niall’s suitcase was gone too.

There was an obvious answer to the question that were fast-moving throughout his brain, and it made his blood run cold. He had to trip over himself to get towards the bed, sitting himself down and burying his head into his hands, the cool metal of his rings digging into his cheeks.

They have had their little fights here and there throughout their relationship, and one particular big one a week ago. But it wasn’t something that would ever make their relationship labeled as toxic, wasn’t something that would be worth leaving for. They would always work it all out in the end, say their apologies and give each other soothing kisses that threw all their problems away.

But apparently not all their problems were gone, not everything was fixed, and now Niall was gone and never coming back, leaving Harry in the dust to suffocate.

It was obviously him, the reason Niall left was because Harry did something wrong to get him so determined to pack all his things and leave to only become a lost memory for Harry. Harry was a bad boyfriend, probably didn’t comfort Niall enough when he would have his hard days at work. He didn’t apologize enough when they got into their fights, didn’t take Niall out to nice dates as much as they did at the start of their relationship. Were they just two ghosts in one flat, just moving around in different rooms with no sense of communication, with no love between one another anymore? Harry thought they weren’t, but Niall’s feelings towards him were toxic and broken so that must mean Harry was wrong all along, so completely blind to their relationship.

He should call Niall, that’s something he needs to do before he completely breaks down. All he really wants to do is curl up into a ball and forget the reality he’s living in, since the only reality that matters, the only reality that he wants, is him with Niall.

The phone was still tucked in the back pocket of his jeans, and he was just placing his hand back onto the hard surface of where his phone was when he heard the front door open, it being quiet like someone was trying to sneak their way in.

He didn’t think, his brain was smothered already so there was no sense of thought left in him. Harry just ran down the hallway and almost banged right into the man he thought he’d never see again. Now he was just a statue in front of Niall, body frozen and not knowing what to do.

Should he be fighting like his life depended on it? Try and get Niall back with soft words and 'I love you’s?’ Or should he just let Niall walk out, grab whatever things he forgot about and let him think about where they really stood now that they officially were broken up.

Niall looked surprised at first when he saw Harry, brows raised high in his forehead and a small gasp passing his lips when he was forced to stop before he collided right with Harry. But then a smile was coming across his face, and Harry was officially confused.

“Didn’t think you’d be home, guess I lost track of time!” He didn’t sound guarded or scared. There was no nervous tone to his voice like he was worried about what Harry was going to do, his expression was…normal, and almost overly happy even.

“Babe, have you been crying?” Niall spoke again after there was a tight silence, Harry was still in shock at this encounter. He expected to be on his knees begging for Niall to come back, but Niall’s acting like it’s just a normal day, maybe even rare good day, and Harry is here standing with no voice or actions.

“I-I…” Harry tried, but it didn’t work out the first time speaking, so he attempted again. “I thought you left, your-your clothes are gone, your suitcase is gone!” He pointed a stiff finger down the hallway, still never losing eye contact with Niall, as if he was scared he’d disappear into thin air as soon as he looked away.

“Your clothes are gone too, and your suitcase.” Niall chuckled, folding his arms over his chest and giving Harry a more sympathetic smile now that he realized the state he was in. But everything still wasn’t making sense, and Harry felt a headache grow like weeds in his mind thinking about it all.

“What?” He asked, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“I packed both of our suitcases, I just got back from putting them in the boot of my car.” Niall shrugged, pouting out his bottom lip all cute and innocently.

“So…” Harry took a step back, feeling unbalanced and having to put his hand against the wall to keep himself up. “You’re leaving me, taking all your stuff…and mine?”

Niall’s expression dropped, and there was a pause before Niall bursted out laughing, moving in and tugging Harry into a tight embrace. Harry didn’t really know what was happening still, but Niall’s familiar hug and scent had calmed him immediately, and he almost completely slumped forward to let Niall hold up his whole bodyweight, but he didn’t really want them crumbling to the floor at a time like this.

“Babe you thought I was leaving you? Where the hell did you get the thought that I was leaving you?” Niall still sounded like he was holding back a laugh, but his voice was soft and comforting, a hand coming down to rub at Harry’s back.

“Your clothes were gone and I guess I didn’t really think about looking at my own or finding my suitcase.” As Harry talked he realized how much of an idiot he was, and he sighed loudly, burying his nose into Niall’s neck and giving his boyfriend, still boyfriend, a good squeeze of a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.” He grumbled out.

“No, you’re not. Just please don’t think I’d leave you like that, I love you.” They pulled away so Niall could meet Harry right in the eyes, blue eyes like calm waters that brought Harry into a hypnotizing state of mind.

“I know, I love you too.” He grabbed Niall again, not being able to wait any longer to kiss him. They kissed long and hard, fingers tangling in hairs and chests brushing together as if they were trying to rub the hearts inside them, reviving them.

They parted again, still close to each other, breathing one another in. “I mean I do like to wear your shirts around the house and your style is definitely iconic, but I don’t think I’d take it for myself ya know?” Niall joked, making Harry laugh. It was nice to laugh, the darkness from the hazardous atmosphere getting blown away.

“So now that all that is out of the way, can you drive us to the airport so we can get our arses on a plane to Hawaii? I got a break off work, called in for you too.” Niall was giving Harry a cheeky grin, pulling away and grabbing Harry’s wrist to pull them along to the front door.

“No fucking way.” Harry chuckled out, and Niall only shrugged with that stupid shit-eating grin still plastered across his face. Harry wanted to kiss him silly, realizing how much has changed in only the span of a few minutes of him getting into their flat, thinking his life was over, and now leaving with his boyfriend on a trip that might be the best days of his life ahead.

“Can we eat the take-out that I bought for dinner on the way, then?” He asked, stopping just as he and Niall got to the door. He dug his heels into the rug, forcing Niall to a stop before he could open the door.

Niall looked over his shoulder, raising a brow in question and looking like he was mentally asking 'are you for real?’ But Harry just blinked at him, still keeping his feet planted on the ground before an amused grin slowly drug itself onto Niall’s face, him nodding right after and letting Harry go to rush and grab the Chinese food still placed on the counter in the kitchen.

[spideywars]

omg!!!i loved that actor harry ans asst niall one shot. can you please do one where you know its stylan tour(or just niall as spl guest on harrys tour) and kind a bit creative indiffrence and then working around it.

I know, I suck by making you guys wait. Thank you for this prompt to whoever sent this in! Feedback is appreciated :)

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“I want colours, lots of them. I don’t want this stage to look boring, I want it to look like a beacon of light around every stadium we’re at.” Harry pointed at every corner of the stage, a stiff finger towards the empty spots that needed to be decorated. People were bustling around him, putting markers on the spots that were going to be decorated.

Niall was sat in the first row in front of the stage, watching with a small frown and arms crossed over his chest. Curiosity was eating away at him, more because Harry had never told him there was going to be decorations on every corner of their stage. He thought they would have room to prance around, but apparently that has changed.

“You like it?” Harry turned towards him now, walking and sitting himself down onto the edge of the stage, feet dangling down and swinging back and forth. Harry looked happy, dimples on display and eyes shining–Niall all of a sudden didn’t want to ruin that with his opposing opinion.  

“Uh yea babe, it’ll look amazing.” He stood up now, the seat scraping slightly against the floor of the stadium. Harry was now jumping down off the stage, still smiling, still completely beaming with happiness as he moved and circled his arms around Niall’s waist.

“The Stylan world tour.” Harry spoke slowly but loudly like he was in a trance, the words sounding like heaven to both their ears. It almost sounded unreal, like a dream Harry was only preaching about, but it’s true–it’s the title of their tour, the tour that will probably be the best thing since One Direction’s in 2015.

It was something they thought about a lot, when One Direction was over, because it was supposed to be a time where they would separate and do their own thing and adventure off into a new world of music. But while all the other boys were doing exactly that, Niall and Harry kept on finding themselves at each others doorsteps, talking and talking about dreams so similar to one another’s.

The Stylan Tour was born six months ago, while both of them were sat in Harry’s flat in London with wine cupped in their hands, lips spit-covered from kissing till they were numb, and heads full of ideas that are now coming alive right now.

Well, Harry’s ideas are coming alive, at least.

“Come on, we can get some lunch and then start planning out the setlist yeah?” Harry was moving away now, fingers softly caressing along Niall’s stomach as he took them off of him–a comforting touch, familiar and warm.

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It didn’t really get better, the talk of tour became something that Niall wanted to more run away from. The only thing he really had a say in was what the intro of their setlist would be, everything else was bickered back and forth by Harry and their tour manager and would soon enough come to some kind of conclusion between the two of them.

He’s sat in Harry’s flat in London again, but the atmosphere is different than the last time he was here, giggling and mind full with alcohol and dreams. This time he is slumped in one of the chairs in the living room, frowning as he watches some random movie on the television while Harry cooks dinner.

He isn’t really paying attention to the movie of course, his thoughts can’t be tamed by the shit that has smothered him the past couple months and more specifically today. The regretful thoughts are the worst, the ones where he doesn’t want to do this anymore, where he wants to leave this tour because obviously Harry just wants to do everything himself.

Why didn’t Harry just go solo? If he was this adamant on having everything done by him, and nothing collectively decided on.

“Dinners ready love, made some chicken fajitas.” Harry pranced into the room, heels jumping off the floors of the flat as he walks into the living room with a big plate of the different toppings and the bread. His happiness is starting to anger Niall as well, just watching him look so happy and not even realizing the storm he brewed.

Niall doesn’t say anything though, his lips are shut as Harry immediately digs in and starts flipping through the channels. Niall takes his time, and is only halfway through making his fajita when everything collapses on top of him, and suddenly he can’t hold his thoughts in anymore.

It’s like a pain in his gut, like a cancer that rots his body. Holding this in will make everything worse, and he knows something bad will happen in the future if he bottles it up too long.

“Do you really want to do this whole thing…with me?” He sets his plate down on the coffee table, not meeting Harry’s eyes as he asks the question that may or may not break their relationship and future plans.

It’s almost comical seeing Harry out of the corner of his eye though, the way he stops mid-chew and his eyes slowly drift from the tv to Niall. He looks scared now, placing his plate on the table as well and now shifting so he is fully facing Niall, brows furrowed.

“What do you mean? Of course I do, why would you-of course I want to do this tour with you babe.” Niall cringes, because Harry sounds so distressed. But he can’t just stop this conversation now, everything needs to be spilt out.

“It’s just…” He takes a deep breath, reminding himself this is for the best. “You’ve been so in love with your own ideas, your own decisions and don’t really ask me for my opinions anymore. If you want to do this alone, to make your own album and everything I will be fi-”

He doesn’t finish because he is being smothered in a kiss, Harry’s lips locked tightly on his and his hand cupping Niall’s cheek so roughly his nails dig into the skin. It shocks him at first, and he doesn’t start kissing back till a couple seconds later.

They part loudly, a string of spit connecting their bottom lips as Harry moves back into where he was sitting before. The look on his face hurts Niall’s heart, the way Harry’s eyes are wide with guilt.

“I’m sorry love, fuck I swear I never wanted to do that. I-I just got caught up in everything and just assumed you would butt in with anything you didn’t agree with.” Harry brought his hands back up to cup Niall’s jaw, cradling it and immediately making Niall relax. Harry’s touch is like a magical herb, something that sends him into a love induced daze.

“I just don’t want you to think I am a weight on your shoulders or anything.” He couldn’t stop the feeling of being an anchor to Harry’s ship, dragging along the bottom of the ocean and keeping him in one place. Niall needed to know for sure that Harry wanted to do this, all of it, or else he was walking away.

There was a small pause, pure silence except for the television. Harry is still staring at him with hurt and despair.

“I love you.” Is the answer Niall gets, those three words said with an equal amount of emphasis. Harry’s hands shake Niall’s head a little bit, like he’s trying to get all those bad thoughts out of his head.

“I love you so much and I promise you I will never do this to you again. This isn’t the Harry Styles tour, this is the Stylan tour, yeah? So as soon as we’re done eating I’m breaking out the wine and we’re talking about this all over again, but this time I want to hear what you gotta say.” It warmed Niall’s heart, sent tears stinging in his eyes hearing Harry’s sincere speech.

He nods slowly, moving his hands and loosely grabbing onto Harry’s that are still attached to his face. They smile at one another, unsaid words orbiting around them and saying ‘we will get through this’ and ‘we’re the unstoppable couple, everything will be okay. Because in nine months we will be playing to almost every country in the world, side by side.’

[spideywars]

I just saw your tweet about the prompt and OHMYGOD *cracks fingers* hmm lets see.. can you please write about harry as an actor who got a new assistant (niall) and harry gets a crush after having him around (and please don't make either of them shy or them stuttering bc i had enough of these stories)

This might be really bad or really good and you will have to be the judge of that. It’s honestly hard for me to make a story that’s not 10k words or longer so I made this as short and sweet as I possibly could. 

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He should just do it, pull Niall aside and just blurt everything out. But what if he said no, or looked at Harry with wide eyes and just run away? God, what if he quit?

This was a mess, all of it, but when a man like Harry is in love he can’t just ignore the feelings that become like an infestation in his body. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this was supposed to end with Harry finding a hot celebrity date who had the same net worth that he did so they could waltz around looking like the worlds most envied couple.

But Niall Horan came along, a boy from Mullingar who sent in a resume to become Harry’s assistant and had written ‘I’ve watched all of his movies, top lad’ on the bottom of the paper like this wasn’t just one of the biggest jobs he was ever going to try and get. But that comment was the only one that made Harry smile, and he thought it would be a privilege to have a funny lad coming along with him to tour around the world and go to different movie sets with.

Now though, Harry is falling deeply in love and the feelings grew into needs instead of wants and now he can’t stop thinking about bringing Niall as his next date to his premiere for his next movie, Dunkirk. There is a part of him that hates that thought more than anything, but then there is the part that dreams of it every night and wants it to happen.

He can see Niall from where he is standing at the airport, watching him settle everything for the plane ride with a large bag over his shoulder and glasses shifted low on the bridge of his nose as he talked with one of the workers. No, now wasn’t the time to say anything, they were just getting on a flight and heading back to London, he should wait till they are settled there.

He tells himself this, but the premiere is in a week, he’ll probably chicken out again at the last minute.

Niall is walking over now, staring down at their passports as he shuffles some papers in his hands, gets everything organized just the way he likes it. Harry couldn’t help but move a finger out to push Niall’s glasses up his nose comfortably again, and he bit his cheek from smiling too hard in fondness when Niall’s nose crinkled up and a small smile appeared across his face.

“Planes leaving in half an hour, so we’ve got time to kill yeah?” Niall handed Harry his passport, mind shifted to another thing already as he started looking around for a place to sit.

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Maybe it’s Niall friendly behaviour, or how he’s been with him since the start of his success that has Harry’s heart jumping into his throat whenever he see’s him, or how he wants to sit and stare at the way Niall’s eyes look like oceans and his freckles look like the sandy beaches in paradise. But Harry has found a place in Niall that he wants to see when he wakes up in the morning, under him making love, and around him whenever he looks beside him. That’s probably why his life is more of a mess lately, cause he’s now got to juggle his crazy schedule and his undying love for an assistant that probably just wants to be friends with him, not lovers.

He’s tried other things, other people that might love him like Niall would, he really did. But it’s not the same, the touches aren’t what he imagined, the love isn’t connected enough, and his heart doesn’t feel like a beating drum in his chest whenever he looks at them.

It’s frustrating, because Niall is just an assistant, someone he should simply just work with instead of fall in love so hard he can’t get back onto his own two feet. It’s that constant battle in his head, everything shuts itself down and Niall’s the centre of his mind whenever he is left alone for a couple minutes.

That’s what is happening right now–everyone letting Harry be in his own company for a bit as they finalize dates for premieres and auditions and interviews. They landed in London and are now settled in a hotel, everyone immediately splitting off to move onto more things to get Harry’s life in order. Everyone except Niall, who is waiting in line to get them both some coffees to wake each other up.

Harry’s sat in the cafe with a hat on and as far away from the windows as possible, staring at the empty table in front of him and drowning in his own thoughts because everything is getting a little more depressing as the premiere crawls closer and closer to him. His thoughts are growing like weeds in his brain and he can’t stop them now, everything needs to be said at some time and it’s starting to get to the point where the little voice in his head is screaming at him to just get it over with already, to stop pushing everything back.

A coffee cup is being slapped down on top of the table in his little daze. He looks up startled, and then there’s Niall, the one and only who smiles down at him looking more than amused as he sits himself down across from him.

“You looked like you needed something stronger than a coffee, so I got you a latte.” Niall spoke, taking a short sip from his own drink before wincing at how hot it was.

“I thought you knew I kept my sweet things to a minimum.” Harry pretended to look unimpressed, but ended up chuckling and breaking his act when Niall raised a brow at him.

“I think you can have a cheat day today, get some energy into you before you get stormed with interviews.” Niall took another sip, and Harry watched him gulp it down easily this time, a hand coming out to shift his glasses back up the bridge of his nose again. They were too big for him.

“Yeah, guess so.” Harry didn’t really mean to sound uninterested, but his brain was working overtime and every conversation that he has had lately has been shit. He can’t seem to speak out full sentences, and usually he just let’s the other person talk themselves tired till they get bored of him.

But Niall isn’t that kind of person, no, he likes to push and prod till he finds out the core to Harry’s worries. This time this wasn’t something Niall wanted to know, and Harry cringed seeing the concerned look fall across Niall’s face when he settled his drink back down onto the table.

“What’s wrong H? Don’t tell me you’re nervous about the premiere and interviews…you never get worried about those things.” Niall was right, but he wasn’t digging deep enough, there was more to it and Harry had shifted uncomfortably in his seat under his gaze.

“M'not, just a little stressed lately.” That was true, he was definitely stressed. Harry hated lying, so this was something he could beat around the bush with.

“Okay well as your assistant and friend I’d like to know what you’re so stressed about, cause you didn’t talk the whole plane ride here.” Niall was looking determined now, arms crossed along his chest and staring right into Harry’s soul.

Should he just say it? Or will this ruin his life right before his eyes? Niall doesn’t want a relationship, he has his twitter and instagram private for a reason, he doesn’t want a high-profile partner that has the media down his throat on a daily basis. But it wouldn’t hurt to try, to dive right in and put everything on the table. This could take a load off Harry’s shoulders, and he just needed to take a chance and hope for the best. Even though this might just be the worst thing he has ever done.

God, this is like prom all over again. Asking the girl out with nervous stutters and sweaty hands.

“Would you like to go to the movie premiere with me?” Harry asked it casually but immediately cursed himself in his mind because of course Niall was going to the premiere with him, Niall had to be there with his management. He wasn’t specific enough, and he cringed seeing Niall let out a small snort.

“I’m already going with you pet, what, was I not aloud in the first place?” Niall was joking around of course, making the atmosphere a bit lighter and less awkward. But Harry shuffled to the edge of his seat, leaning over the table and grabbing for his latte that he still hasn’t taken a sip of. The warmth of it in his palm was soothing.

“No,” Harry sighed out, shaking his head and now frowning. “I meant be my date, to like, the premiere. You know, walk around with me, wear a nice suit.” He kept a straight face, trying to ignore the way he was sweating and how his mind kept telling him to just get up and run away.

Niall’s expression was, well, expected to say the least. The older brunet was sitting stiffly in his chair with wide eyes and a mouth opening and closing like he was trying to find words but there was nothing that processed in his brain. He looked cute, and his glasses were already starting to slide down his nose again.

“Uhm, okay?” Now that was the unexpected part, and Harry almost choked on his own spit.

“Okay?” He asked, blinking at Niall blankly, wanting more than just that. He expected a rant, some kind of dramatic fight that ended in either them smiling and kissing or Niall running off and yelling out loud for everyone to hear that he quit. This was…weird, and Harry didn’t really know how to handle this situation.

“I-I mean we would obviously have to check with management, get me a suit and I honestly don’t even know if I could be able to handle all the attention and I don’t really know why you want me to be your date-”

“Cause I like you Niall.” Harry chuckled as he said that, interrupting Niall’s babbling with words he has wanted to say for what felt like a lifetime. Niall’s eyes were widening even more and it almost looked comical.

“You like me?”

“I like you.” Harry made sure the repeat himself slowly this time after Niall asked.

They both stared at each other after that little back and forth and now it was a silence smothering them. Both speechless and unable to come up with anything else. Harry was dying inside, could feel his heart melting in his own chest.

“This will be the weirdest first date I’ve ever been on but I would really, really like to go with you Harry.” Niall was smiling now, the shock and everything slowly draining from his face and now a hot flush was painted across his cheeks. “Only if you’re sure…” He finished, now looking down at the top of his drink and tapping his hands nervously against the side of the cup. 

Harry couldn’t help but laugh now, almost feeling embarrassed that he had built all his nerves up on top of each other till he was a mess all these weeks-years, if you count the amount of time he’s actually been in love with Niall-and it’s ended like this, them both smiling at each other across a small table in a cafe with two lattes and blushes reddening their faces.

“I’ve been sure for a while, trust me.” Harry answered as he leaned over to push Niall’s glasses up his nose, again. 

[spideywars]

PROMPT- (please) ANYTHING with soulmates, either names of wrist or just anything gaaah

This is probably gonna hurt some peoples hearts and I’m sorry in advance but angst is just so good to write. 

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“But I don’t want you.” Harry’s voice was a low growl, like a rumble through his chest and it sent shockwaves through the floor and towards Niall’s body. It was painful, like a gunshot or falling off a ten story building. Niall was crushed.

“Harry…we’re soulmates, I-I can’t do anything about it I’m sorry.” The tears were burning in Niall’s eyes and he tried to keep it all in, build the wall up to maybe stop himself before Harry thought of him as more of a pathetic person. It was getting too much though, the look of disgust on Harry’s face, the rejection.

“Maybe if you just stayed away from me this wouldn’t have happened. God, what am I going to tell Kendall?” Harry was gripping his hair tightly, staring outside of his dorm window that looked down into the campus courtyard. It was dark out, after hours, since that was the only time Harry would let them meet.

Harry was a cheater, someone who likes to sneak around the shadows behind his lovers back because he can’t get enough love. He wanted both, he wanted a woman to squeeze and protect but he wanted a man to be rough with and grab at his darkest fantasies. So that’s where Niall came in, four months of fooling around and thinking it didn’t mean anything, or more, Harry thinking it didn’t mean anything while Niall was slowly drowning in his own love.

It was seen as nothing at first, it really was. But Harry had him spread out on his own bed almost every night and apparently the feelings between them were so strong the world stopped turning thinking they were perfect together. 

People find their soulmates by the change in their body, it’s a connection that happens immediately or slowly, where both lovers feel the anchors they were attached to get cut and then retied onto each other, tingles all over your body, pupils blown wide, and everything feeling like you’re on cloud nine. 

Niall would know of course, because during sex tonight with Harry that’s what they felt, for the first time in their lives everything wrapped around the two of them and created the rope connecting each other.

Everything was supposed to mean something now, but instead Niall’s life was crashing and burning around him and Harry was the flames tearing it all apart.

“I-I am really sorry Harry.” That’s all he could say, still coming down from the high of the orgasmic feeling of finding his soulmate. Harry was still calming down too, the way his chest was heaving up and down fast, still bare-chested with his jeans buttoned down. He looked good, fucking amazing, like a god with the moonlight shining along the sweat and clear skin.

“Get out.” Harry growled out, still not looking at Niall with his eyes locked on the window. It was the last straw before Niall was crying, the damns breaking and the tears streaming fast and hard down his flushed cheeks. He got up on shaky legs, shaky hands coming up to grab for his own t-shirt and pants before Niall was rushing out of the room. 

He was sobbing so hard he had to lean against the hallway wall for support, trying to smother his cries with his fist in his mouth but nothing was helping. His soul was supposed to be lifted and his life changing before his eyes, his future actually meaning something. Instead it was crushed by the hands of the person he was supposed to love.

What was he going to do now? Was he expected to just move on with his life while his soulmate walks free on this earth not loving him?

It was an unbearable pain, and Niall barely made it to his dorm room before he crumbled to his knees and had to lean against the door once he was safe and secure in his own room.

It was a larger pain now, and soon it wasn’t just a mental kind, it was the kind that Niall forgot about learning in school where if soulmates leave each other too soon from their bond it will hurt them. It was the kind of pain that made his chest burn and heart feel squeezed too tight. Niall was crying harder, because he knew he couldn’t just go back, Harry didn’t want him. 

But there was a knock on the door, a frantic one with four quick taps. Niall flinched and then listened, hearing the heavy breathing as if someone was fighting for their life muffled from the door. 

He didn’t want to open it, knowing it was Harry. The pain of seeing that same disgusted look and the way Harry’s eyes stared at him as if he ruined his life. 

“Niall, please open the door…open the door.” Harry was desperate, still breathing and almost sounding like he was about to pass out. 

It was strange, how Niall’s body just went on autopilot and everything moved before his mind could catch up. He opened the door, and just as his thoughts collected themselves Harry was barreling into him, lifting him up and hugging him as tightly as possible as they plummeted onto the bed. 

They just stayed like that, holding each other, feeling the way their pain seeped and drained from their bodies at their touch. Their breathing evened out, their chests loosened up, and brains rebooted. 

“I’m sorry.” Niall whispered, he was a broken record, voice muffled with his face buried in Harry’s shoulder, smelling the musky scent of sweat and cologne. 

“Don’t say anything just…don’t speak.” That’s what Harry answered with, harsh words that jabbed at Niall like a knife once again. But Niall stayed quiet, clamped his mouth shut and instead dug his nails into the flesh of Harry’s sides from where he had wrinkled up his shirt in their bone-crushing hug. 

There was a lot of words to say, but it was okay right now. Sure Harry might leave him after everything settles down, will go back to Kendall acting as if nothing ever happened, treat Niall like dirt once again. But for now, Niall could pretend they were soulmates that actually loved each other and be in his own little world where everything was perfect.