This is a story about Harry and Niall's lives, form beginning to end.
*~*~*
“Haz, I’m scared.” Niall looks over at his best mate. The five year olds are standing outside of their new school, first day jitters getting to Niall.
“Don’t be, Ni, we’ll be fine. I promise I’ll protect you.” Harry tells him, grabbing the Irish boy’s hand tightly.
“What if they don’t like me?” Niall asks.
“They’ll love you, Nialler, it’s school. Everyone loves each other.” Harry tells him, believing it himself.
“Ok Haz, let’s go.” Niall nods.
*~*~*
“I’m scared Haz,” Niall glances over at the front of the classroom.
“Niall, you’ll do fine, it’s a spelling bee. If you mess up, it’s ok, because everyone is going to mess too up except one person.” Harry tells him.
“But what if I spell an easy word wrong? This is 3rd year, Haz, people aren’t that forgiving anymore.” Niall states. Harry rolls his eyes.
“If anyone laughs at you I will punch them in their face.” Harry says. Niall laughs, getting Harry to smile.
“Alright, Haz, let’s do this.”
*~*~*
“I’m scared, Haz,” Niall says.
“You’ve done this a hundred times, Ni, you’ll do fine.” Harry tells him. “Just go up there and sing, everyone will love you.”
“But what if they laugh?” Niall bites his lip.
“If the laugh I will beat them up.”
“You can’t beat them all up, Haz.” Niall tells him.
“Then I’ll die trying.” Harry says truthfully. Niall takes a deep breath.
“Alright Haz, let’s do this.”
*~*~*
“I’m scared Haz,” Niall looks down at his fingers.
“Why, Niall? What’s wrong?” Harry asks, eyebrows furrowing in concern.
“I have something important to tell you.” Niall looks up.
“What, Ni? What’s wrong?”
“I think-I think I’m gay.” Niall stutters out.
“Aw, Niall, that’s ok, don’t be scared. You know I’m gay too, we’ll be gay together.” Harry grins. Niall returns the smile.
“Alright, Haz, let’s do this.”
*~*~*
“I’m scared Haz,” Niall tightens his grip on his boyfriend’s hand.
“It’s all going to be ok, Niall, they will accept us.” Harry tells him.
“But what if we come out and they don’t love us anymore?” Niall asks timidly.
“They will love us, Ni, they will love us for who we are. And they will accept that we love each other.” Harry says firmly.
“Alright, Haz,” Niall takes a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”
*~*~*
“I’m scared, Haz,” Niall mumbles, looking down at his boyfriend who is also in the nude.
“It’s ok to be scared, Nialler, you just have to remember that we love each other and that will make everything ok.” Harry smiles up at the blonde.
“Alright Haz, lets’-let’s do this.”
*~*~*
“I’m scared Haz.” Niall looks down the aisle.
“You’re supposed to be nervous on your wedding day, Ni.” Harry mumbles, kissing the side of his head.
“Are you?” Niall asks curiously.
“No, but that’s ok, you’ll be nervous enough for the both of us, deal?” Harry proposes. Niall smiles and nods.
“Let’s do this, Haz,”
*~*~*
“I’m scared, Haz,” Niall tells him, looking down at their newly adopted daughter.
“So am I, Nialler, but we’re new parents, we’re supposed to be.” Harry tells him, putting a few stuffed animals on a shelf.
“But what if I screw her up? Or drop her?” Niall asks, looking up at his husband.
“That’s alright, kids are like pancakes, the first one’s always the throw away.” Harry jokes. Niall refrains from laughing and gives him a stern look.
“Harry Edward Styles-Horan, I am not kidding.” Harry sighs, walking over and wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist and looking down at their child over his shoulder.
“We’re going to be great dads, Niall, because we love her and each other.” Harry says.
“Alright, Haz, let’s do this.”
*~*~*
“I’m scared, Niall.” Harry clutches Niall’s hand like a lifeline. Niall smiles sweetly down at his husband. Their children and grandchildren were just in, saying goodbye. Now it’s Harry’s turn.
“Don’t be scared, Haz. I’ll see you again soon.” Niall squeezes his hand reassuringly.
“I-I can’t live without you Ni.” Tears stream down Harry’s face. Niall smiles again, one where his eyes crinkle and all of his wrinkles from old age show.
“You can. Don’t be afraid. I’ll be waiting for you.” Niall squeezes Harry’s hand one last time, closes his eyes, and then a long, resonating beep rings through the small hospital room.
Niall's heat comes early and a couple of Alphas start perving on him. Harry, his bond mate, isn't too happy about it.
*~*~*
“And so, inadvertently, we had started the third world war…” Niall listened to the next wannabe-author read their latest “big novel” and felt overwhelmingly bored. His pencil tapped against the desk repeatedly, staring at the clock. He knows he shouldn’t stare at the clock, it never actually makes time go by faster, it actually makes it go slower. He glances down at his planner, all the dates filed in. The whole next week is blocked out; Niall’s heat. He’s both dreading and anticipating it. While he loves having his boyfriend fuck him into oblivion, he doesn’t like missing a whole week of his life. He ran out of suppressants about two months earlier and he can’t get the prescription renewed until he visits his doctor back home. He looks up as everyone starts to clap; the wannabe is done.
“Alright, next we have-” Niall doesn’t hear the rest. He’s overwhelmed by the hormones running through his body. Oh my god. He’s going into heat. Any second now, people are going to pick up on it. There are approximately six Alphas in this class, four Betas, and seven Omegas. He needs to get to Harry before the Alpha’s start crawling on him. Niall raises his hand.
“Yes, Mr. Horan?” The professor says.
“May I be excused, sir?” He asks.
“Why wo-” The professor sniffs the air. He’s a mated Omega and knows what slick smells like. “Yes, you may go.” Niall grabs his books and rushes out, getting a few snickers from a pair of Omegas in the front. Niall presses his speed dial and waits for Harry to pick up.
“Hey,”
“Harry, I’m in heat-”
Beep
“Harry, it’s Niall. I’m in heat, get home as fast as possible, please.” He hangs up and shoves his books into his knapsack. He can either take the tube home or walk. Taking the tube runs the risk of being trapped in a space with potential Alphas but there are more people on his route walking. Niall decides it’d be better if he could escape so he starts walking home. He gets a few looks, no Alphas yet, but Betas and Omegas. He opens his phone and sends a text to Harry, thinking maybe he’s just screening calls. He gets no reply. He sighs and looks back up, realizing he’s walking by a popular Alpha bar. Two strong Alphas walk out, laughing. They stop laughing when they smell Niall’s pheromones. They both smirk at him possessively. Niall shivers, the Alphas’ dominance affecting him in his vulnerable state.
“And what do we have here? A little Omega in heat?” The taller of the two says. They come closer and Niall flinches.
“I-I-I’m b-bonded.” He stutters out.
“Y-Y-You’re w-what?” They both laugh. “How about we take care of it for you?”
“N-No thanks,” Niall steps back, his back hitting a light pole.
“I don’t know if you have a say.” The first one says. They crowd into Niall’s space. Niall whimpers, trying to hold back his urges.
“P-Please,”
“Oh, look, the little bitch is begging.” The second one grins. Niall shakes his head, shutting his eyes tightly.
“No, d-don’t.” They crowd him in further and Niall’s sure he’s screwed.
“Ni?” The Alphas look up to see a strong looking Alpha and an Omega under his arm. The Alpha growls. “Get out.” The authority is there so both Alphas grumble and walk off.
“Hey, Ni, you ok?” The Omega walks over. Niall blinks open his eyes to see Louis. He whimpers.
“I-It hurts, Lou.” He says.
“I know, I know, come on, let’s get you home.” Louis wraps an arm around Niall’s shoulders. “I’ll see you at home, Li.” Liam nods, ignoring the urge to “help” Niall out. He is an Alpha, after all.
“Love you, take care of him.” Louis nods once at him before Liam walks off. Louis and Niall make it home with minimal gawking. Niall runs to his bedroom for reasons Louis isn’t sure about. Louis, on the other hand, grabs his phone and calls Harry.
“Lou? Hey, I can’t talk, Niall’s in-”
“Heat, I know. Liam and I rescued him from two brooding Alphas.” Louis says. Harry growls through the phone. “He’s fine, he’s fine, he just needs you here Haz. It’s hurting him.”
“I’m trying. I was in an Econ lecture and the professor is a dick. He wouldn’t believe me until I growled at him. A submissive little Beta, he is.” Harry says.
“Hurry up. Do you want me to wait with him?” Louis asks.
“No, it’s ok. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
“Bye,” They hang up. Louis gets his things and goes, leaving Niall in his bedroom. Niall had stripped himself of his clothes, plunging three fingers into his slick hole right when he got in.
“Haz,” Niall moans brokenly. He grabs blindly at the dresser next to the bed. His fingers manage to get open the drawer and he grabs a huge butt plug that simulates a knot. Harry got it for him just in case something like this ever happened. Niall doesn’t waste any time in thrusting the blunt object in where his fingers were just moments ago. He moans again, louder. “Harry, Harry, Harry,” Niall pushes the duvet off with all the wriggling he’s doing, leaving just the plastic cover that they have for heats. Niall’s slick has already pooled over the sheet, leaving Niall drenched in his own sweat, slick, and pre-cum. Niall smells Harry before he sees him, but he didn’t hear the door open. Harry rushes in, his shirt half off and jeans unbuttoned.
“So sorry, baby, so sorry.” His pants go down and his shirt comes off as he jumps onto the bed. Niall clings to him, sucking harshly on Harry’s neck.
“Hurts, Harry, fix it, please.” Niall whines high in his throat. Harry growls.
“Make it all better, I’ll plug you up nice, would you like that, baby?” Harry kisses his cheek.
“Yes, yes, Harry please,” Harry doesn’t tease any longer. He reaches down and pulls out the plug.
*~*~*
Niall wakes up slowly. It’s Thursday, his heat has ended. Harry was very caring and apologetic about not making it there in time. Niall smells the breakfast Harry is making, which gets him up and out of bed, dressed only in a pair of boxers he found on the floor. He stumbles down the hall and into the kitchen. Harry smiles to himself, hearing the soft padding of Niall’s feet on the floor.
“How’d you sleep, love?” He asks.
“Mmm, good. Is that bacon?” He sits down at the breakfast table.
“Yep,” Harry turns around and sets a full plate of breakfast down in front of Niall. Niall grins sleepily.
“I love you.” He sighs before digging in. Harry sits down across from him and folds his hands in his lap, waiting. Niall doesn’t notice until he finishes his food, but when he does he quirks an eyebrow at his mate. “What’s up?”
“I-alright, this is going to sound totally douche-alpha but I’d like to know what happened with the two alphas on the day of your heat.” Harry says.
“Hmm? Ok, I uh, nothing happened.” Niall says.
“I know, it’s uh, just, do you remember what they looked like?” Harry asks.
“Oh my god, you want to find them?” Niall laughs. “Seriously, Haz, don’t worry about it.”
“They tried to force themselves on you!” Harry shoots up.
“But I don’t want to find them again. I love you and they don’t matter.” Harry believes Niall and everything. But if they’re cuddling on the couch and Harry happens to absentmindedly bite down on Niall’s bondage mark, well, it’s just an accident.
Two months later, when Harry does see those Alphas again, it’s not really his fault if they end up in the hospital. Really. It’s not.
Niall is a nanny and the car breaks down. Somehow, Harry is introduced as Niall's "special friend".
-This was inspired by me babysitting someone and then meeting up with one of my friends at the park. Somehow, he became my "special friend". Yeah. Awkward moment that was.
*~*~*
“Harry, stop it.” Niall giggles, even though he’s trying to sound authoritative. He’s got the voice down, he can make Ariel stop whining in a second, but he can’t get his own damn boyfriend to stop kissing his neck. He can picture Reese pouting at Niall for being late and he can’t have that. “Harry,”
“What?” Harry mumbles against his neck. “S’not like I’m doin’ anythin’,” Niall shivers at the warm breath.
“I will see you later. Now let me go.” Harry sighs but releases his boyfriend.
“I expect extra kisses later.” He says.
“Fine, whatever, I’m blaming you if Reese asks why I was late.” Niall rushes around the room to grab his nanny supplies.
“Would you really want to do that? Than you’d have to explain relationships and homosexuality and-”
“Shut up,” Niall can’t find his keys. Where are his damn keys? They were in his front pocket a second ago-
“Looking for these?” He turns around to see Harry smirking, his keys dangling from a straightened finger.
“God,” Niall reaches for them but Harry, being a good few inches taller than him, holds them out of reach. “Harry,”
“Give me a kiss first?” Niall grabs Harry by the curls and pulls him into a mouthwatering, boner inducing snog. When Harry lets his guard down, Niall grabs his keys and runs off. “Niall!” Harry is left alone in the flat, his pants tented and hair mussed. “Tosser,”
“I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the tosser, babe,” Niall says. With one last peck to Harry’s cheek, Niall is off to his job.
*~*~*
“Niall!” Reese jumps up from his spot on the couch. He’s still dressed in his full length onesie, the blue one with Superman on the back, the one that reminds him of Louis. He jumps into Niall and Niall doesn’t drop him, holds him up.
“Reese, buddy, did you miss me?” Niall asks.
“Yes, weekends are too long!” Reese says.
“Where’s your mum?” Niall asks. He sets down his bags but keeps Reese in his arms. “And your sisters?”
“Mummy is getting ready, Ariel is making breakfast, and Terri is asleep.” Reese says.
“Making breakfast?!” Niall rushes to the kitchen where a carton of milk is teetering precariously on the edge of the countertop and Ariel is struggling to pour some cereal into a bowl. “Alright, sweetie, why don’t you let me do that?” Niall takes the box from her and puts it in a safe place before saving the milk from a tumbling death.
“But Niall!” Ariel pouts but doesn’t continue her complaint.
“How about I make you some pancakes before getting ready for the beach?” Niall asks. Ariel’s pout lessens but she doesn’t reply, instead sitting down at the table. Niall puts Reese down next to her while he cleans up the small mess Ariel made. He gets out the ingredients and stirs them together, singing with the two kids waiting at the table. Taking the bowl with him, just in case Ariel cohorts Reese into adding more sugar into it, Niall walks to Terri’s room to pick up the little girl. Still dressed in her nightgown, he carries her back to the kitchen. He somehow makes normal-ish shaped pancakes with an 11th month old in his arms. He cleans up as the kids eat, having already had breakfast with Harry. Well, technically on Harry, as in on his lap. Terri gurgles.
“Nil,” Niall grins.
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Terri gurgles again. “Alright cutie, let’s go get dressed.” Leaving the four and seven year old to their food, Niall takes Terri back to her room. There he dresses her in a full piece pink bathing suit with white polka dots and a yellow sundress over that. He packs a baby bag, with nappies and sunscreen for babies, before returning to the kitchen. He takes Ariel’s plate, Reese still working on his, and leads her to her room. “What do you want to wear today?”
“The blue bikini with the white dress over it.” Ariel says. Jackie says no bikinis to the beach.
“How about the blue tan-kini with the white dress over it?” Niall says. Ariel huffs but nods, letting Niall help her dress. Ariel goes off to get the beach toys while Niall helps Reese get into some orange swim trunks and a loose blue T-shirt. Niall plants one of Reese’s snapbacks on the blonde boy’s head before meeting Ariel out by the foyer. Jackie is there, talking on her cellphone while hugging Ariel.
“Hold on one second,” Jackie turns to Niall. “Thanks so much, take the silver car, don’t worry about the sand. Make sure Terri gets extra sunscreen and-”
“Ariel can’t go past the first buoy and Reese can’t have more than two scoops of ice cream. I’ve got it Jackie, go, go, it’s ok.” Niall says. Jackie smiles and sighs, hugging him quickly before leaving. Ariel pouts after her and Reese frowns. “Alright, kiddies, let’s get going to the beach!” They instantly cheer and rush out the door. Niall buckles them all in, Terri in the baby seat. He puts all of the beach stuff in the back before starting towards the beach. They get to the beach quickly. Niall sets up the chairs and towels, applies sunscreen to everyone, before going in the water. Reese has floaties on, Terri sits on a circular floaty, and Ariel swims close to them. They splash around for a bit until they get out, reapply sunscreen, and build a big sandcastle. They get ice cream, to Reese’s insistence, after that. After about four hours, they pack up to go. Niall puts all of the stuff in the car, buckles everyone in, and turns on the car. The engine sputters and dies. Niall groans.
“What’s wrong, Niall?” Ariel asks.
“The car’s dead, sweetie. I’m going to call your mum.” Niall does.
“The car broke down? Oh, god, it’s so busy. Do you know anyone that could drive you back to the house?” Jackie asks.
“Yeah, I guess. I’ll see you later, Jackie.” Niall says.
“Thank you,” The phone call ends. Niall bites his lip and debates pressing his speed dial. He decides to do it and waits for the answer.
“And what would my not-so-loving-boyfriend like from me?” Harry asks.
“Look, the car broke down, I’m with the kids at the beach, and I was wondering if you could drive over here and help me out.” Niall says.
“Fine, but I get extra-extra kisses tonight.” Harry says.
“I promise to give you extra kisses, now come and get me please.” Niall glances in the rearview mirror to see Reese playing with Terri and Ariel looking back at him.
“Well, since you said please.” Harry hangs up and Niall sighs.
“Who was that?” Ariel asks.
“One of my friends, he’s coming to get us.” Niall says.
“He sounded like more than a friend.” Ariel says.
“Is he your special friend?” Reese asks. Niall chokes on his spit.
“Is he?” Ariel sits up in her seat.
“I don’t know, I-I guess.” Niall swallows. “Let’s wait outside the car so he can see us.” They get out and wait in front of the silver car. Reese clings to Niall’s leg, Ariel holds Niall’s hand, and Terri is in Niall’s arms. Niall’s green snapback is perched on Terri’s head, much too big for her. But it will have to do, they ran out of sunscreen and Terri needs protection from the sun.
“So, you don’t know if he’s your special friend?” Ariel asks.
“Ariel, this isn’t something you should be talking about.” Niall says.
“If you don’t know, you should ask him. Then you both can fall in love, like Cinderella and Prince Charming.” Ariel says.
“Ariel,”
“Well? Are you?” She asks, staring up at him with her lips pursed.
“Yes, we already are, so no more talking about it.” Niall says.
“Nanny Ni,” Reese says.
“Hmm?” Niall looks down at the little curly haired boy.
“Do you love us?” He asks. Niall’s smile softens.
“Of course I love you guys. You’re my buddies.” Niall says. Reese smiles and looks back out at the water. The sun hits Niall’s neck and he’s reminded of how quickly Reese burns. Reese’s shirt is wet so he didn’t want to wear it. Niall tugs one of his own extra shirts from his bag and puts it on Reese. Reese positively beams. Niall begins to play with Ariel’s long curly hair just as Harry pulls up. Harry gets out of the car and grins, pulling his phone out. “What are you do-”
“You look adorable. So domestic.” Harry snaps a photo.
“Is that your special friend?!” Ariel asks excitedly. Harry flushes.
“Well you must be Ms. Ariel. I’m Harry.” Harry kneels down and smiles. Ariel squeals.
“Nanny Ni, he’s so cute!” Ariel says. “He has dimples! He is so your Prince Charming!” Harry looks up at Niall. Niall scoffs.
“Come on, Charming, drive us home before midnight.” They move all of the car seats into Harry’s jeep before buckling in the kids. Reese falls asleep quickly, as does Terri. Ariel, on the other hand, stays awake to ask Harry anything and everything about Niall.
“Who falls asleep first?”
“Niall, he’s adorable when he sleeps.” Harry says. Niall glares at him in silence.
“I know. He likes to fall asleep during films. Who kills the bugs?” She asks.
“I do.” Harry says. “He pretends to be scared so I can protect him.”
“He kills all the bugs at our house.” Ariel glances at her brother. “When did you meet?”
“Oh god,” Niall groans.
“I love this story.” Harry says.
“I don’t.”
“Hush, now, we were both 15 and Niall had just moved to Cheshire. My mate Lou took him under his wing and showed him around. We eventually met through Louis and I was too embarrassed to make a move on Niall. So one day during an assembly I sang him a song in front of the whole grade, made a goof of myself, and asked him out but he said yes and we’ve been together ever since.” Harry says.
“That’s so sweet! You’re the best Prince ever!” They get home quickly and Niall tucks Reese in for his nap, Terri too. He sets Ariel up with a film before confronting Harry.
“Why would you tell her all of that stuff?” He huffs.
“I was feeling sentimental. You’re so adorable with kids all tucked around you.” Harry holds onto Niall’s waist.
“I don’t care. This is my job, Haz. I can’t just go around telling the kids things Jackie hasn’t permitted.” Niall says. Even though he’s slightly mad, he wraps his arms around Harry’s neck.
“I’m sorry. Love you,” Harry nudges their noses together.
“Love you too.” Niall smiles.
“Can’t wait to see you all domestic with our kids.” Harry says. Niall shuts him up with a kiss. When they pull back, Harry leans his forehead against Niall’s. “And just for the record, if I’m Prince Charming, you’re Cinderella.”
Harry Styles is a famous model who is bringing his boyfriend to one of his shows. This is the first time he's bringing Niall to a fashion show. It's also a time for other firsts. Featuring model!Harry, flower crown!Niall, and virgin!Niall.
*~*~*
Harry straightens out the wrinkles on his shirt before raising a hand to rap at the door. It is opened by Maura, who frowns.
“Hi Mrs. Horan.” He greets her with a smile. Maura frowns deeper.
“I don’t want you corrupting my son. I only agreed to let him go with you because he did so well in his school work this semester.” She says.
“I promise not to tarnish his innocence, Mrs. Horan. This is purely for the benefit of your son’s. He asked to accompany me. I was just complying with his wishes.” He says. He knows Maura likes him, somewhere deep down.
“Remember he’s claustrophobic and if he has an asthma attack, his inhaler is in the front pocket of his suitcase.” She says.
“I actually have a spare one, just in case.” Harry says, gesturing to his own bag. Maura actually smiles a little.
“Alright. Keep him safe.” She says. Niall comes tumbling down the stairs, his bag in tow behind him. He looks up when he gets to the bottom, grinning at his boyfriend. His blue daisy flower crown is lopsided on his head but he looks adorable anyway.
“Hi Haz.” He says. Harry smiles.
“Hey Ni, ready to go?” He asks. Niall nods, walking to the door. He kisses his mum on the cheek.
“Bye mum, don’t forget to feed Jess. And only one spoon of cream cheese, otherwise he’ll get greedy.” He says. Harry grins wider at his boyfriend’s strange antics. He feeds his cat, Jess, cream cheese because he loves it so much. It’s endearing, really. Harry takes Niall’s hand and leads him to the car, putting his suitcase in the back with his own bag. He gets in the driver’s seat and buckles up, per Niall’s request, and turns on the car.
“Excited?” Harry asks. Niall nods and grins.
“I can’t believe you’re taking me to your fashion show. I’ll be the proud boyfriend in the front row, watching you model all those clothes.” Niall giggles. “Sounds awesome.”
“Oh, you won’t be in the audience. You’ll be backstage. I don’t want you getting trampled after the show. But I’ll still get to walk you down the carpet, yeah? We’ll hold hands and everything.” Harry says, reaching over to intertwine their fingers. Niall giggles again.
“Alright, but no snogging. My mum would have a heart attack.” He says.
“I promise, no snogging. In public.” Harry says. Niall blushes. They did talk about this after Niall agreed to come with him to the show. Niall happened to be a virgin, but at 16 that was more than ok. Harry, his 20 year old boyfriend, had been more than understanding about it. But this weekend Niall had decided he was ready to “take it to the next level”, corny as it may sound. Harry notices Niall’s embarrassment so he changes the topic. “Are you going to wear a flower crown to the show?”
“Would you mind?” Niall asks.
“Of course not. But it will have to go with your tie.” He says. Niall grins.
“I can’t believe my mum let me come. She thinks you are disrupting my innocence or something.” He says.
“I know. I wish she liked me.”
“She loves you but she doesn’t like sharing me.” Niall says.
“She does not love me.” Harry holds back a scoff.
“Yes she does,” Niall nods matter-of-factly. “She loves that you take care of me. She said so. And I love you too.” Harry grins over at his boyfriend.
“Love you more,”
“No way!” And they fake argue about it all the way to the airport.
*~*~*
Harry walks his boyfriend to their seats, a hand on the small of Niall’s back. It’s not like he has to be touching him, but Harry likes to let others know that Niall is his and his only. They get to their seats, Niall sitting in the window seat because he wants to look at the clouds. Some people wonder why Harry, a big and famous super model, would choose to date a little flower child like Niall. Harry has many reasons, but most of all it’s because Niall makes him happy. Niall is always smiling and always laughing and Harry needs that in his life. And he’s always pointing out the strangest things, trying to share something with Harry. He doesn’t try too hard and he doesn’t change when he’s on camera. He’s always just Niall, and that’s just what Harry needs.
The stewardess comes over and smiles.
“Can I get you anything?” She asks.
“Ni?” Harry asks. Niall shakes his head.
“No thank you.” Always polite. Harry smiles at Niall before looking back at the stewardess.
“I’ll have water.” He says. The stewardess writes it down and nods. She leaves the couple, hands latched, to look out the window. Niall giggles.
“They’re like cotton balls.” He says.
“They are.” Harry nods. Niall gasps and turns to Harry. “What’s wrong?”
“I forgot to bring flowers for my crown.” Niall pouts. Harry squeezes his hand.
“Don’t worry babes,” The stewardess returns with his water and he thanks her with a smile.
“So what are we doing again?” Niall asks. Harry laughs softly. He’s gone through their schedule numerous times but Niall keeps asking to hear it.
“We get to the hotel and relax for a bit, then we can sleep ‘cause we have a big day tomorrow. Then we will go down to the show to prep, come back to the hotel and get ready. Afterwards I will walk you down the long carpet and show off my wonderful boyfriend before the actual show. There’s usually an after-party after the show but I like to just go out with the lads.” Harry says. “Then we go back to the hotel and have our own special party.” Niall blushes.
“Harry!” He whines, tucking his face into Harry’s shoulder.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, babes,” Harry says, but he doesn’t really want Niall to move away. He loves cuddling with his little leprechaun.
*~*~*
“Wow,” Niall looks around in awe when he walks into the large suite.
“Yeah, they try to give us models good living spaces.” Harry says, closing the door behind them. He helps Niall unpack and then unpacks himself. “Would you like to lay by the pool?”
“Alright,” Niall giggles. They change into their swimming trunks before walking downstairs to the pool. Harry lays in one of the lounge chairs on the sideline as Niall splashes around in the water. Harry watches him fondly through his shades.
“Harry Styles, haven’t seen you in a while, mate.” Harry looks up to see one of his best mates in the business, Liam Payne.
“Payno! How are ya?” Harry stands up to hug his friend.
“Fine, fine, ready for the show, how about you?” Liam asks, hugging back before sitting down across from Harry.
“Excited, I brought my boyfriend, Niall.” Harry gestures towards the pool, where Niall’s made a few friends. Harry would be jealous if most of them weren’t four year olds he was playing Marco-Polo with.
“Aw, he’s cute Haz.” Liam says. Niall notices them looking over at him so he waves. Harry laughs, waving back.
“He’s perfect.” Harry sighs.
“You sound smitten.” Liam says with a smile. “It’s nice to know you’re happy.” Harry nods and looks away from his beautiful boyfriend to face his friend again. “And Louis is going to eat him up.” Harry frowns.
“Lou is getting nowhere near him.” Harry says with a sudden growl.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down. He wouldn’t do anything like that. He’s just going to love him when he sees him.” Liam says. Harry sighs.
“Yeah, I know. It’s just, I’m away from him so much and I always worry that when I come back he isn’t going to want to wait for me again. I get a little jealous.” He says.
“Good luck taming that devil. Jealousy is the worst. Especially when your girlfriend is a model who is paid to let people gawk at her.” Liam says. Harry and him share a soft laugh.
“How is Dani?”
“She’s good. I’m actually thinking of proposing.” Liam says, looking down at his fingers.
“Wow! Big deal, I always forget how old you are.” Harry says. Liam squawks in indignation.
“24 is not old!” Harry laughs.
“I know. Just kidding, don’t shoot me,” Harry holds his hands up in surrender. He feels a shadow casted over him and looks up to see Niall. “Hey babes,” Harry makes room for him and Niall sits down.
“Hi, I’m Niall.” The boy who’s dripping wet and has a flower crown perched precariously on his head says. Liam smiles.
“I’m Liam, another model and friend of Harry’s.” He says.
“Harry said you were very nice.” Niall says. Liam smiles wider.
“Well, I’d like to think I’m nice.” He says. Niall giggles and hides his face in Harry’s shoulder, realizing what he just said. Harry wraps an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Alright, I’ve gotta get back to Dani, she’s waiting upstairs. See you tomorrow Haz, nice to meet you Niall.”
“You too!” Niall says as Liam walks away. He turns back to Harry. “Want to come play in the pool with me?” Harry smiles.
“I’d love to.”
*~*~*
Harry wakes up with a smile, his arms wrapped around his boyfriend. He nuzzles into the back of Niall’s head, the soft hair tickling his nose.
“Harry?” Niall mumbles sleepily.
“Yeah babe?”
“Do we have to get up yet?” Niall asks, tightening his grip on Harry’s arms, which are wrapped around him.
“No,” Harry says. Niall sighs. “We can stay in bed for a bit. I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” Niall asks. He turns around to face and smiling Harry.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?” Harry asks. Niall giggles.
“I love you,” He says. Harry absolutely beams.
“I love you too, so much.” He bumps their noses together before leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Niall squeaks but kisses back sweetly. They pull back after only a minute, to get up and start getting ready for the day. Niall dresses in his “Free Hugs” t-shirt and some shorts while Harry wears a red plaid top and loose shorts with a wide hat on top of his curls. There’s a knock on the door as they’re getting ready and Harry answers it with a smile. “Niall babe,” He tips the man who delivered the surprise and closes the door, waiting for Niall to come in.
“Yeah?” Niall walks in and gasps. “You got me flowers?”
“I was going to get a crown but I know you like to make them yourself.” Harry says.
“They’re perfect,” He runs over to the white and green flowers and starts to make a crown for himself. He ends up making two, putting one on top of Harry’s hat. Normally Harry wouldn’t be caught dead in flowers but for Niall he’d do anything.
“Come on, babes,” Harry kisses Niall’s cheek sweetly before pulling him downstairs to the car waiting for them. They get to the show, everything being set up as they enter the backstage area.
“Harry!” Someone says. Louis Tomlinson, a famous fashion designer, walks right over. “How are you?” He asks with a grin.
“Good, good, you?” Harry maneuvers his arm so it’s comfortable with Niall tucking himself into his chest. He always gets shy when he meets someone new, and he loves Louis’ fashion line so it’s even more daunting to the blonde.
“I’m great, and who’s this little cutie?” Louis asks. Niall pops his face out, Harry tightening his grip on the flower child.
“I-I’m Niall.” He says. Louis coos.
“He’s my boyfriend. He’ll be at the show tonight, keeping you company backstage.” Harry says. Louis nods, smirking slightly at how possessive Harry is being. Harry and Louis are longtime friends, since they were children and met in junior high school. Louis loves Harry to pieces and is glad he found someone he can be so protective over.
“Has he met Zayn yet?” Louis asks. Harry shakes his head.
“I haven’t seen him, have you?” Harry asks.
“He’s chatting with Liam. Come on, let’s do introductions.” Louis leads them over to a vanity where Liam is talking to a handsome lad. Niall can tell why he’s a model. He looks up when he notices people looking at him. Niall blushes at being caught and Zayn smiles.
“Hi, I’m Zayn.” He says.
“Hey Niall,” Liam greets.
“Hi,” Niall squeaks. Harry rubs his shoulder comfortingly. He knows Niall gets shy around new people and right now he’s in front of two and a half new people (Liam being the half because they kind-of-sort-of met the day before).
“Are you coming to the show tonight?” Zayn asks. Niall nods.
“He’ll be back stage with you lads while I’m on the runway. I didn’t want him getting trampled by everyone.” Harry says. They nod in understanding.
“Where’d you get your crown? It’s just adorable.” Louis says. Niall flushes.
“I-I uh, Harry bought me the flowers and I-I m-made it.” Niall says. Louis grins wider.
“That is so cute, you should teach me sometime.” Louis says. Niall nods, trying to be nice, but Harry tightens his grip.
“Maybe, but we’re very busy with stuff today.” He says. Louis snickers to himself at Harry’s jealousy.
“I know, go get ready for the show. Niall can stay with us if you want.” Louis says. Harry debates it. He’d rather that Niall see the clothes he’s wearing tonight when he models them but he doesn’t want to leave Niall alone with Louis.
“It’s ok, Haz, I’ll wait here.” Niall says. Harry sighs and nods, leaning into Liam to whisper in his ear.
“Keep Lou away from him.” Then he walks off after pecking Niall’s cheek.
*~*~*
Harry comes back to find Niall giggling in one of the chairs the models sit in while they are prepped for the show. Louis and Zayn are talking to him, Louis laughing and Zayn beaming at the giggling blonde. They look up when Harry walks over.
“Hi Harry,” Niall says.
“Hey, what’re you guys talking about?” He asks. He sits down in Niall’s chair, pulling Niall back into his lap when he does.
“Remember that time we all got wasted in Rio? Well, you called Niall at like three in the morning and then pouted when he didn’t answer, even though the time difference was huge. Then we had to listen to you ramble about him for an hour.” Louis says.
“And you thought this was a good conversation topic?” Harry asks. They all giggle.
“Yes,” Harry sighs, kissing Niall’s cheek.
“We’ve gotta go get ready for the show.” He says.
“Ok,” Niall lets Harry lead him back to the car where they are driven back to the hotel.
*~*~*
“Will they like me?” Niall asks. Harry looks over at his boyfriend, dressed in a nice black suit with a pink tie. Harry picked it out. It matched the flowers he bought Niall for his second flower crown; pink and white roses. Harry smiles.
“They’ll love you. I promise.” He squeezes his hand for reassurance. The car stops at the head of the carpet to the show, flashing lights almost blinding Harry. “Stay close to me, okay babes?”
“Ok,” Harry leads him out of the car and onto the carpet. The paparazzi get closer, trying to snap pictures of Harry Style’s flower child boyfriend. Harry tugs Niall closer and pushes through them, getting to the actual carpet where the interviewers are. A tall, dark skinned woman walks over, smiling brightly.
“Hi Harry, who’s your guest?” She asks.
“This is Niall Horan; he’s my boyfriend of a year and a half.” Harry says. Niall flushes.
“I love your crown, Niall, where’d you get it?” She asks. Niall smiles softly at the mention of his crown.
“I-I made it, Harry bought me the flowers.” He says. The interviewer coos.
“That’s so sweet! You two will be the couple of the year, I know it.” She says. She goes off to interview another model, but what she said leaves both boys smiling for the rest of the carpet walk. They get backstage and it’s much different from earlier. Louis is running around yelling orders at people, models are in make-up chairs getting their hair and make-up done, and then there are the wardrobe coordinators who look just lost.
“Stay with Louis, I’ve gotta go get ready. You’ll be alright, yeah?” Harry asks.
“Ok, yeah, have fun. Love you,” Niall says. He’s kind of distracted, the busyness and glamour of it all making him feel dizzy. Harry chuckles softly.
“Love you too, babes,” He kisses Niall’s cheek before heading over to his rack of clothes to get dressed. Niall walks over to Louis and taps him on the shoulder.
“Niall! Lovely to see you. Harry’s here, yeah?” He asks. Niall nods. Louis’ smile softens. “I love your crown. Matches your tie.”
“Thanks,” Niall grins. “This is so cool. It’s so busy.”
“Yeah, orchestrating the show is a little cumbersome. But I make a lot of money because of it, so I guess it’s alright.” Louis says. Niall giggles. “What?”
“You said “cumbersome”. That’s a funny word.” Niall says. Louis laughs heartily and slings an arm around Niall’s shoulders.
“You are the epitome of adorable.”
*~*~*
Harry changes back into his suit, ready to get home and spend some time with Niall. But the lads want to go out to celebrate the show, and even though Niall can’t drink he’d really like to go. So the eight of them head for a pub; Niall, Harry, and the lads and their girlfriends. They get a booth and order a round for everyone, Niall and Harry both declining. Niall because he’s under-aged and Harry because he doesn’t want to leave his boyfriend the only one not drinking. They don’t stay long. Zayn and Perrie start snogging, Louis and Eleanor start dancing garishly on the dance floor, and Liam and Danielle are definitely doing something under the table. Harry pays for his virgin drinks before pulling Niall back to the car. They collapse when inside.
“I’m exhausted.” Harry says, sighing. He looks over to see his boyfriend biting his lip. “What’s wrong?”
“No, of course not babe. If you still want to I do too.” Harry shuffles over to cuddle Niall. Niall tucks his face into Harry’s shoulder.
“I do.”
“Alright then,” Harry leans down and kisses the top of his head. They get back to the hotel quickly. They hold hands as the elevator takes them up to the top floor. Harry lets them into their room and they walk straight for the bed. Niall plops down on the end of it, staring intently at his fumbling fingers.
“What if-what if I’m bad at it?” Niall asks quietly.
“It will be wonderful no matter what because we love each other.” Harry kneels down in front of him and cups his cheek. “I promise.” Niall takes a deep breath.
“A-Alright,” Harry slowly leans up to kiss Niall sweetly. He really wants out of his tie but he feels as if removing it would scare Niall, so he doesn’t do so. He waits until Niall reaches down to loosen it for him, tugging it off and dropping it on the floor. Harry’s hand on Niall’s cheek drifts down and does the same for the blonde. Niall pulls off his jacket and sets it on the bed, undoing the top button of his shirt right afterwards. Harry takes his wrist softly.
“I can go first if it would make you more comfortable?” Harry suggests. Niall nods, a little out of breath. “Scoot up towards the pillows.” Niall does as he asked and waits at the head of the bed for his doting boyfriend. Harry drops his jacket next to Niall’s, undoing his buttons quickly. Niall unconsciously licks his lips when Harry’s many tattoos are revealed, an action that gets Harry to smirk internally. He toes off his shoes and pulls off his socks, leaving all of them on the floor. He unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of the loops, dropping his pants right after.
“Haz!” Niall squeaks.
“Hmm?” Harry hums. He’s been keeping eye contact with Niall the entire time and is worried now that they show panic.
“Leave your boxers on, please?” He asks. Harry smiles softly.
“Course babes,” He crawls up onto the bed and hovers over Niall, kissing him sweetly. Niall fumbles with his own buttons, Harry coming to save the day and helping him out of the garment. Harry moves down Niall’s body, but not before sucking a love bite into his collarbone. “I love you, so pretty. So beautiful,” He mumbles. Niall flushes.
“L-Love you t-too,” He says. When Harry gets to his feet he helps Niall out of his shoes and socks, kissing his ankles sweetly. Niall giggles at the action. Harry smiles up at him, crawling back up to kiss him again.
“Can I take off your trousers, love?” He asks. Niall nods, looking at Harry with such trust that Harry kisses him again. He reaches down and undoes Niall’s buckle, pulling it through the loops slowly, giving Niall a chance to say no. He wants to make sure that Niall wants to do this. Wants to make sure Niall feels good. This is all about Niall, not himself. Niall doesn’t make a move to stop him, so Harry continues on with tugging down his trousers. They are both clad in Calvin Klein’s, Harry’s black and Niall’s grey. He reconnects their lips and intertwines their fingers on one side. The other hand trails down Niall’s perfectly milky skin to the bulge in his boxers. Harry palms him slowly and Niall moans.
“H-Harry,”
“Yeah babe?” Harry kisses the corner of his mouth. “What do you want? Hmm? Tell me.”
“P-please,” Niall doesn’t know how to ask it without flushing deeper. Harry seems to understand anyway. His fingers crawl into Niall’s boxers and stroke him slowly. Niall chokes on a moan. Harry brings his hand up to lick at his fingers before grasping Niall more firmly and tugging him off at a medium pace. When Niall starts clenching the duvet in his hands, Harry moves down to tug off his boxers. He goes to give a kiss to Niall’s leaking head, but Niall stutters. “Please, Harry, get in me.”
“You sure?” Harry asks. Niall nods, eyes clenched and duvet crumpled in his fingers. “Alright,” Harry leans up to grab the lube and condom from the bedside table, pressing a kiss to Niall’s forehead as he does. He sets the condom aside for a minute as he lubes up his fingers. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” Niall does, pressing his heels into the mattress. He teases his forefinger around Niall’s clenching rim before plunging in to the knuckle. He looks up to see if Niall is in any pain but if he is he doesn’t show it. Harry kisses his raised knee. “You ok, babes?”
“Y-Yeah, just-just feels weird.” Niall says.
“Want me to move?” Harry asks. Niall nods and flushes deeper, if that’s possible. Harry starts thrusting his finger slowly, trying to get Niall used to the feeling. A minute later Niall pants out a quiet “more” so Harry adds a second finger. Niall’s face contorts. “You ok?”
“Stings,” Niall says. Harry leans up to kiss him again, tries to distract him from the pain. Harry starts thrusting again and eventually scissoring. He adds a third finger, stretching Niall to most he’s ever been. Niall moans, rutting back against his fingers. “Harry, Harry please,”
“Shh, it’s alright babes, I’ve got you.” Harry kisses his forehead before pulling back from the blonde to grab the condom and the lube. After tugging off his boxers, rolling on the condom, and slicking up his aching cock, Harry is ready to get in his lovely boyfriend. He positions himself in front of Niall’s hole. “Ready?” Niall nods jerkily. Harry intertwines their fingers before thrusting into his tight heat. Harry moans but doesn’t move, waiting for Niall to adjust. He leans down and kisses all over his face. “I love you so much, so good babe, so wonderful.” It takes a few minutes for Niall to relax enough to whisper out;
“Move.”
Harry pulls out slowly and barely at all before starting up a slow rhythm. He connects their lips and kisses him sweetly, picking up his pace. He hits that special spot in Niall and swallows down the moan he lets out. Niall pulls back from the kiss.
“Faster, please Haz,” He says. Harry complies with his request, his movements getting more urgent. Niall bites his lip to hold in a moan and Harry kisses his forehead.
“Relax, babe, don’t have to be quiet.” He says.
“I-I-I have to-” Niall’s words die in his throat from a particularly hard thrust from Harry.
“Let go, cum for me.” Harry watches in awe as Niall arches up and cums, untouched, spurting onto his pale little tummy. Harry kisses him again. “So good baby,”
“H-Haz,” Niall’s oversensitive and it’s hurting him. Harry focuses solely on the way Niall is clenching around him and releases into the condom, muffling his groan in Niall’s shoulder. He pulls out and ties off the condom, throwing it in the trash. Niall waits on the bed as Harry leaves in search of a wet flannel. He comes back and cleans off his boyfriend before getting under the duvet and spooning him from behind. Harry kisses the skin behind Niall’s ear.
“How was that?” He asks softly.
“Perfect, thank you,” Niall says. He’s got a sleepy smile on his face and Harry can’t help but beam.
“I love you,”
“Love you more.”
And Harry would argue about it, but Niall’s already asleep.
*~*~*
“I’m gonna miss you,” Niall mumbles. Their hands are latched as they walk up Niall’s driveway to his front door.
“I’m going to miss you too, but I doubt your mum would let you stay with me at my flat.” Harry says. Niall sighs exaggeratingly but nods. His yellow flower crown is perfectly titled on his head, a matching one on Harry’s. He had left over flowers and Harry can’t really say no to his boyfriend when he holds out a crown of flowers, asking him to wear it. Niall opens his door without knocking, a normal action that seems strange to Harry because he doesn’t live there. Harry walks him upstairs and helps him unpack. After they finish, Niall wraps his arms around Harry’s neck and tugs him close, Harry’s arms immediately latching around Niall’s waist.
“I don’t want you to go.” Niall says, head leaned against Harry’s chest.
“I’ll call you every day and Skype you all the time. I promise.” Harry says, pressing a kiss into his boyfriend’s hair. He knows phone calls and Skype aren’t enough, but he’s trying to reassure Niall that it will be ok. Niall sighs.
“Alright, I love you.” He pulls back to look up at Harry. Harry smiles.
“I love you too,” And he leans down to seal it with a kiss. They hear a cough from the doorway and pull apart to see Maura standing with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Hi mum,” Niall says with a smile. Maura can’t help but smile back.
Soooo this is basically Niam, Ziall, Narry, and Nouis, endgame Narry. It's basically, smut, smut smut with feelings, smut, and then plot. Enjoy.
*~*~*
Niall knew somewhere inside of him the he loved all of his boys. And he knew somewhere inside of him that they were his. No matter how many times Liam ended up in another relationship, or how many times Zayn and Louis went on dates with their girlfriends, they were Niall’s. Whenever they were lonely, or sad, or homesick, they were Niall’s. Niall’s to fix and to make feel better. And Niall didn’t mind, he liked taking care of his boys. But the only one who was Niall’s wholly and completely was Harry. And somewhere inside of him, Niall knew that. All of them knew that. But it wasn’t a problem.
Until it was.
*~*~*
It started with Liam, unsurprisingly. It was sometime between X-Factor and when they let out their first single, “What Makes You Beautiful”. Liam was still dating Danielle, but he hadn’t seen her in months. They were somewhere in England, Niall never really paid attention to where they were until a minute before an interview when some producer muttered it to him before he went on camera. He’s fiddling with the cable box in his room, trying to find something that isn’t a late night cooking show or an outdated kid show. The knock on his door saves him from his quest. Dropping the remote onto the duvet, Niall trudges over to the door, clad in only one of Harry’s overly large jumpers. He opens it to a fumbling and flushing Liam.
“Hey Li, what’s up?” Niall rubs at his eyes sleepily. It is two in the morning after all.
“I, uh, it’s kind of quiet in my room.” Liam says.
“Wanna stay with me?” The question is kind of pointless, considering Liam is already at his door. Liam ignores this fact.
“Yeah,” They enter the room and Niall closes the door behind them. They find their way to Niall’s bed, the only one in the room. Niall was fortunate enough to have the room to himself.
“What’s bothering you?” Niall asks. Liam shrugs.
“I don’ know. I just feel, I feel lonely lately. I haven’t seen Dani in forever and maybe it’s just the stress of the single looming over me.” Liam says. Niall cuddles into his side, something he does to comfort the lads when they need it. Liam plays with the hem of Niall’s overly large shirt.
“Anything I can do?” Niall asks.
“I don’t know…” Liam trails off. He’d been reading a lot lately, online stuff. He’d stumbled across the Niam tag on Tumblr, which, at this time, was blowing up. It was… intriguing.
“Seriously, I don’t like seeing you all sad, Li. Anything I can do for you, tell me. I’ll do it.” Niall says. Liam swallows hard at the thought of what he wants to say. This is Niall he’s talking about. Sweet, innocent, little Niall. Said blonde nudges at Liam’s jaw, trying to get him to speak.
“There-there might be one thing.” Liam says. “If-if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Sure, what is it?” Classic Niall, Liam thinks. Agreeing before he even knows what is being asked of him. Liam decides it’d be easier to do it than explain it, so he reaches over and pulls Niall into his lap. Niall’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Wha-” Liam quiets him with a soft press of his lips to Niall’s. At first Niall is surprised, which is expected. But after a few seconds, he melts into it and lets Liam do what he needs. Liam lifts the oversized jumper to rub at the skin of Niall’s hip. Niall’s hands instantly fly up to tangle themselves in Liam’s long hair. He hasn’t cut it since X-Factor and he does need a haircut soon-Liam could be thinking of so many other things than the current state of his hair.
“Is this ok?” Liam mumbles against Niall’s mouth.
“If it’ll make you feel better.” Niall nods. And the only thing Liam can think is that Niall is the best person, because if he tried this with any of the other lads they wouldn’t have been as cool about it.
“Can I-can I-” Liam doesn’t know how to say it without blushing.
“Whatever you want to do.” Niall says. His eyes flutter open and meet Liam’s warm brown ones. “Whatever you need to do.”
“A-Alright,” Liam leans back in and reconnects their lips. He turns them over to he’s on top of Niall. He cups Niall’s cheek with his right hand, left hand still busy at Niall’s hip. Niall’s nimble fingers unzip Liam’s hoodie. He’s distracted by a rut from Liam so the task is left uncompleted, Liam’s hoodie just open and showing off his toned tummy. Liam pushes up Niall’s shirt halfway and pulls back from the kiss. Niall gets the message and leans up, letting Liam pull off the shirt. Instead of reconnecting their lips, Liam starts nipping at Niall’s neck. Liam reaches for his own belt and tugs it out of the loops, throwing somewhat in the direction of the window.
“L-Liam,” Niall stutters out when Liam nips at a particularly sensitive patch of skin. Liam shrugs off his hoodie and jeans, leaving both boys in their boxers. Liam pulls back from Niall, looks down at him through hooded eyes. Niall’s chest is heaving, covered in a light pink blush. Niall doesn’t rush him, lets him look as long as he’d like. This is for Liam, after all. Said lad reaches up and brushes his thumb against Niall’s pert nipple, causing him to shiver. He meets Niall’s gaze and all he can think is that Niall is a great friend to let him do this. He slips Niall’s boxers off and his own, leaving them both completely bare.
“Can I?” Liam doesn’t ask more than that, not that he needs to. Niall nods, reaching over to his night stand and pulling out a container. He hands it to Liam who pops the cap and coats three of his fingers with the cold substance. Niall rests his feet on the bed, knees bent and spread open. Liam swallows hard at the sight. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” Niall bites his lip as Liam slips in the first finger. Liam is careful, not knowing if Niall’s done this before. “M-More,” Liam adds a second finger, Niall’s face scrunching up at it. Liam connects their mouths again and starts to scissor his fingers. When Niall seems relaxed enough, Liam adds a third. He curls his fingers and presses into the spot that has Niall falling apart. “Please, Li, need it.”
“A-Alright, y-yeah.” Liam pulls back from their kiss and positions himself at Niall’s rim. “Rea-”
“God, just do it.” Both boys moan when Liam bottoms out in one push. Liam nips at Niall’s neck as he waits for the “go ahead”. He gets it a minute later when Niall sighs out a “go”. Liam pulls back thrusts in slowly, starting a cautious rhythm. “Faster,” Niall says. He claws at Liam’s back when he picks up speed. Liam thrusts in hard and fast, effectively fulfilling Niall’s request. “Li, Li I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” Niall can’t even get it out as he moans, cumming at a particularly hard thrust to his prostate. The walls around Liam’s cock tighten and it’s almost suffocating. Two hard thrusts later, Liam’s letting go inside of Niall, muffling his moan in Niall’s shoulder. Liam pulls out and collapses next to Niall on the bed.
“Was that-was that ok?” Liam asks.
“Do you feel better?” Niall asks.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then it was ok.” Niall says. Liam turns over and wraps an arm around Niall’s waist, pulling him back into him. He maneuvers the duvet around them so they are safely protected inside its warmth. Liam is spooning Niall from behind and drawing nonsensical patterns in his hip. He presses his lips against the back of Niall’s neck, and mumbles his thanks.
*~*~*
They’re on the tour bus. Liam, Harry, and Louis are on the sleeping bus while Niall and Zayn are on the rec bus. Niall’s fiddling with a book. Yes, a book. He’s decided to try reading since Zayn and Liam seem to like it so much. He’s not in the mood for a round of FIFA because he always jumps around when he plays and he’s still a little sore from a few days prior when Liam was a little lonely. Zayn’s across the room from him, a lighter held in his hands. He’s deciding between a smoke and Niall. He heard the pair through the walls and is curious. When he confronted Liam about it, he explained their arrangement. Could Niall really be that helpful when he was feeling alone? Zayn wanted to find out.
“Hey Ni?” Zayn finally speaks. Niall looks up attentively, ready for any excuse not to read the book in his hands.
“Yeah?”
“Come ‘ere,” Zayn nods at him, tucking the lighter into his jeans pocket. Niall gets up and stumbles over to Zayn, his white fluffy socks tripping over any surface in a meter radius. He finally plops down next to Zayn on the couch. He grins over at Zayn, his crooked smile beaming. Zayn reaches up and fiddles with a stray piece of hair coming out of Niall’s grey beanie. “I know what you do with Liam.” Is what Zayn says. Niall tenses. “But I don’t mind. In fact,” Zayn scoots closer. “I was wondering if you’d accept another member.”
“You mean to-”
“Yeah,” Zayn cuts him off. It’s easier if he doesn’t say it out loud. “If you wouldn’t mind.”
“No, no, it’s ok. Would you like to start now?” Niall asks. Zayn grins and nods, pulling Niall into his lap. He’s not too worried about fucking in the rec area, the only other person on the bus is the driver and he won’t need to come back here. Zayn connects their lips, thinking to himself that Niall tastes like sugar for some reason. He wouldn’t be surprised if Niall had gotten into the sweets that Paul tries to hide from them. Zayn licks into Niall’s mouth, the fingers in Niall’s fluffy hair pushing off the beanie. Niall plays with Zayn’s jacket, fiddling with the buttons.
“Off with your shirt, babe,” Zayn mutters, moving down to Niall’s neck. Niall lets out a breathy laugh.
“Need to stop kissin’ me if you wan’ it off, mate.” He says. Zayn grumbles something inaudible but pulls back. Niall slips off his shirt and tosses it somewhere. The second it lands, Zayn is back to attacking Niall’s neck. Zayn turns them both so Niall’s back is up against the armrest. Niall tugs Zayn’s shirt over his head before reaching down to undo his belt. Slipping it out of the loops and successfully getting off his pants, he palms at Zayn’s bulge. Zayn moans. He tugs off Niall’s joggers, groaning at the discovery that Niall has nothing underneath. He grasps Niall’s cock and gives it a few good pumps before leaning down to lick up the precum forming in his slit. Niall moans.
“God, keep making that noise.” Zayn says, laughing breathily. He bobs down further, taking half of Niall into his mouth. He looks up to see an arm covering Niall’s eyes and the other hand fisted into the couch. Zayn smirks around the dick in his mouth. He forces himself deeper, Niall’s tip hitting the back of his throat. He hollows his cheeks, something girls did on him so he reckons it feels good. Niall moans again.
“If you don’ wan’ me ta cum now, ge’ in me.” Niall says. Zayn pulls off with a sloppy pop, reaching for his jeans. He pulls out a packet of lube.
“Turn over, babe,” Zayn mumbles quietly. Niall catches the request and does as Zayn asks, tucking his legs under himself and offering his bum up to Zayn. Said lad moans at the sight, coating two of his fingers quickly. He teases Niall’s rim. It twitches at the touch.
“Don’ need prep, jus’, please,” Niall’s only half there, the other half lost somewhere between pleasure and pure bliss. Zayn believes him but sticks two fingers in just to be sure. Niall doesn’t tense, just moans, so Zayn deems him ready. He lubes up his own cock, which is ridiculously hard, and positions it at Niall’s entrance.
“Ready?” Zayn asks. Niall almost laughs. All the boys think he is so fragile.
“Yes, God, yes,” He pushes back, engulfing just the tip of Zayn’s cock. He moans at just the little bit of pleasure it gives him.
“Alright.” Zayn grips Niall’s hips and pulls him back to meet his hips. He doesn’t start slow, slides right into a fast and hard rhythm that leaves Niall breathless. His fingers curl into Niall’s hips so hard he’s sure there will be crescent shaped bruises in the morning. The only sound in the room is the sound of sex; skin slapping skin and breathy moans that escape Niall’s mouth. “God, Ni, ‘m gonna cum,”
“Cum, cum inside me. Make me all sticky, please Zayn, I need it.” Niall’s filthy mouth is what does it for Zayn. He lets go inside of the blonde, which effectively gets Niall to moan loudly and explode onto the couch. Zayn slips out after coming down from his high. He picks up the sleepy and sated blonde and carries him to the loo. He cleans them both up and then returns them to Zayn’s bunk. Niall tucks himself into Zayn’s chest, his head under Zayn’s chin. Zayn presses a kiss to Niall’s hair and mumbles a quiet “thank you”.
*~*~*
Niall fluffs his pillow before setting it at the top of his bed. He doesn’t know why he has this incessant need to make his bed again at hotels, but he does. He suspects it’s because of a ghost story Greg had told him when he was younger, about a man being eaten to death by bedbugs. Niall just wants to make sure there are no bedbugs, not that there would be in a five star hotel’s bed. It’s the Up All Night tour and Niall is much too hopped up on adrenaline from the concert to sleep now, but he has nothing else to do. He should be tired, from how much Zayn and Liam have been “lonely” lately. It’s a strange routine but it’s been working. Neither Zayn nor Liam has been too upset lately and they don’t mind sharing Niall. It isn’t a feelings thing, more of a mate helping another mate out kind of thing. Niall can’t say he’s unhappy about the arrangement. He gets sated sexually and he gets to comfort his boys. It makes him happy to think he’s helping.
A knock at his door interrupts his thoughts. Probably Harry, he thinks. They are roommates for the night. Niall answers it and he was right. Harry stumbles in, tripping over his own feet. Niall thinks he might be drunk, but isn’t sure because Harry is awful at walking even when he’s sober. Niall closes the door behind him, following Harry into the bedroom area. Harry plops down on Niall’s bed, looking down at his fumbling fingers. His extremely pink bottom lip is being worried between his teeth and he’s swaying slightly. This could be due to alcohol or anxiousness.
“You ok Haz?” Niall asks, walking over and sitting down next to Harry on the bed. It’s slightly warm in the room, part of the reason Niall’s only clad in some grey joggers. He thinks Harry must be dying in the sweater he has on. Harry must think the same thing, because he tugs it off a second later, throwing it towards his suitcase but missing said object by a long way. Now he’s only in some skinny jeans and a white tank top. He’s taken to wearing skinnier jeans lately, Niall’s noticed.
“Sorta.” Harry mumbles. “I’ve been feeling weird lately.”
“Weird how?” Niall asks.
“I don’t know. I-I might just be lonely but I, I feel like I’m alone.” He says.
“You’re never alone, you have me, and the lads.” Niall rubs at Harry’s shoulder comfortingly. “How can I make you feel better? Hmm? Tell me and I’ll do it.” Niall almost shivers at the similarity between these words and what he had said to Liam almost a year prior. Harry turns to look at Niall. He sits up straighter at an idea.
“I have a thought.” Harry says.
“What?” Niall sits up straighter too, ready to listen. He turns towards Harry and waits.
“Close your eyes.” Harry says. “And sit up against the headboard.” He adds as an afterthought. Niall does as he’s asked. He listens intently for some form of movement. All he gets are a few rustling sounds, a shut and open of a drawer, and the dropping of something soft. He feels the bed dip and Harry get closer to him, hovering over him. Then he feels Harry’s ridiculously pink lips meet his and it’s-it’s different. Not a bad different, maybe not even a good one, but it’s not like it is with Liam and Zayn. This is more intimate, if it makes sense. Niall feels like maybe it’s not just for the other person, but for him too. It’s never like that with Liam and Zayn. Their lips move against each-other’s for a long time, neither lad making a move to deepen it. Finally, Harry pulls back and Niall’s eyes flutter open.
“This’ll make you feel better?” He asks. Harry nods, looking Niall up and down.
“Yeah, do you mind?” Harry asks. Niall shakes his head and the kiss resumes, but more urgent this time. Niall’s hands find purchase on Harry’s bare hips. This is when he realizes Harry’s already dropped his shirt. Now they’re even. Harry fiddles with the waistband of Niall’s joggers. When he brushes Niall’s crotch and Niall’s hips rut up against him because of it, Harry decides it’s time to lose the pants. He pulls them off Niall, not breaking their kiss, and throws them somewhere in the room. Niall pulls back from their snog to mark Harry’s neck. “Help me with my trousers, love?” Harry asks cheekily. Niall laughs a little.
“With pleasure.” Harry kisses him again to get the smirk off his face as Niall works off his jeans. When both boys are left in their boxers, Harry starts kissing down Niall’s neck, sucking a love bite into his pale skin every once in a while. When he gets to the waistband of Niall’s boxers he kisses the skin just under his belly button. Painfully slowly, Harry pulls down Niall’s boxers, setting free his hard cock that bounces back onto his tummy. Niall’s heels press into the duvet, legs spread wide. Harry takes his dick into his hand and gives him a few good strokes. “Please, Haz,”
“Patience is a virtue,” Harry says, looking up at Niall with a small smirk.
“Screw all of your hipster crap, just suck me.” Niall laughs but it’s more of a sigh when Harry takes his tip into his mouth. Niall fingers reach down and tangle themselves in Harry’s mess of curls. Harry takes Niall’s cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. Niall stutters at the tightness around his throbbing dick. “H-Harry,” His grip tightens in Harry’s hair, pulling him further down. Niall’s cock hits the back of his throat and Harry pulls back up
“Wanna be in you when you cum.” He mumbles, voice gruff due to the cock that was just down it.
“Then get in me,” Niall pulls him back for another snog, moaning at his own taste in Harry’s mouth. Harry reaches behind him blindly in search of lube. He finds it and pops it open, slicking up his fingers. He reaches between them and prods one at Niall’s hole. After sliding it in and receiving a hearty moan in return, Harry kisses down Niall’s neck and stops at a particularly sensitive spot; the juncture of his neck and collarbone. Niall moans, hands scrambling to find purchase on anything he can reach. He settles for the headboard, fingers clamping tightly around the cool wood of the rail. Harry adds a second finger and a third scissoring until he’s sure Niall’s ready.
“Can I…” Harry trails off.
“Yes, please,” Niall’s eyes are shut tight and he’s ready for Harry to just get in him already.
“Nice manners,” Harry mutters, more to himself than Niall. But Niall catches it and laughs, stopping the action when Harry thrusts right into him. Niall feels more full than he ever has before, and Liam is big, but Harry. Wow. Niall grinds down into the feeling, begging with his hips for Harry to move. He does, gripping Niall’s waist gently and starting a slow rhythm. He kisses Niall and urges for him to touch Harry, not the headboard. Niall’s shaking fingers let go of the board and tangle themselves once again in Harry’s hair. He speeds up his thrusts, Niall meeting every single one. Niall cries out when Harry hits his “special spot”.
“Again, please Haz,” Niall chokes out. Harry grins and goes faster, hitting that spot every time. He sucks a dark hickey into Niall’s neck and mumbles something inaudible. “Wha?” Niall asks. Harry pulls back and flushes a little.
“Can I cum in you?” He asks. Niall moans at the way Harry’s looking at him; like he’s worried Niall will be mad at him for asking.
“Yes, of course,” Harry grins and kisses Niall again, grinding against his arse. Harry cums first, exploding inside Niall’s tight hole. The feeling of Harry’s cum coating his insides has Niall cumming onto his own tummy. They let out soft pants as they come down from their highs. Harry pulls out and gets off the bed, returning with a wet flannel minutes later. He cleans up Niall’s tummy before getting under the duvet with him and cuddling him from behind.
“Thanks, Ni,” Harry mumbles into the back of Niall’s head. Niall smiles sleepily, eyes still closed.
“No problem Haz.”
*~*~*
Niall’s home, in his own flat. He bought a flat in London so he’s near the other lads. Right now he’s unpacking his suitcase, having just got home last week and hating having to unpack. He’s lived out of a suitcase for six months and now he has to clean it out. The task in itself is exhausting, but when he is weaning himself off of doing concerts every night, makes it downright impossible. His front doorbell ringing gets Niall out of the task. He jogs down the steps, his bare feet making slapping sounds as he does. He’s clad in a loose jumper and some blue jeans. He had to go shopping early and needed to get dressed, so he threw the first two things on that worked together. Niall opens his door just to have Louis push himself in and pin Niall up against the wall of his foyer, kissing him feverishly.
“Wha?” Niall tries to speak against Louis’ lips. Finally, Lou decides to pull back, leaving a panting Niall slumped against the wall. He’s used to Liam and Zayn and even Harry now doing this, but he’s pretty sure he’s never “helped” Louis out like this before.
“I talked to the lads. Seems like you’ve been hiding somethin’ from me.” Louis says with a devilish grin.
“Didn’t know you wanted in, mate. Otherwise I would’ha offered.” Niall says, grinning beside himself. Louis grabs his hand and pulls him up the steps to his room. Louis shoves the suitcase off the bed before falling down onto it, pulling Niall with him. Niall straddles his waist, reconnecting his lips with Louis’. Louis’ hands roam, starting at Niall’s shoulder blades and moving all the way down to his bum. He gives it a firm squeeze, swallowing down the moan Niall lets out. He tugs on the hem of Niall’s shirt, signaling he wants it off. Niall does what he wants, chucking off his shirt and also pulls his jeans down halfway. Lou pulls back to tug off his own shirt and help Niall the rest of the way out of his pants. He lies back against the headboard, resting his hands behind his head, and smirks.
“Suck me off?” He asks cheekily. Niall laughs softly, nodding to himself, and slithering down the bed to be at the same level as Louis’ crotch. He slides off Louis’ joggers and mouths at the bulge in his boxers. “Ugh, no teasing,” Louis groans. Niall grins to himself, slowly pulling down his briefs, the sound of Louis’ cock slapping against his tummy resonating throughout the room. Niall takes it into his hand and strokes it a few times before wrapping his lips around the tip. Louis’ hands tangle themselves in Niall’s hair. Niall hums around Louis’ cock, sending vibrations through his entire body. Louis groans. “God, get up here.”
“Didn’t you want me to suck you off?” Niall asks with a smug grin.
“Stuff it, get yourself ready. I want you to ride me.” Louis says, throwing him a bottle of lube. Niall catches it, a shiver going up his spin. None of the other lads are like this with him, blatant and demanding. He kind of likes it. Slicking up three of his fingers, Niall reaches behind himself to tease his hole. Louis pulls him back in for a kiss. Niall moans into his mouth, brushing his prostate. He adds the other two fingers, only cringing slightly at the burn. Only a few minutes later Niall mumbles a quick “I’m ready” into Louis’ mouth. He grabs Louis’ cock and positions himself over it.
“Ready?” Niall asks. Louis moans.
“God yes, just do it.” Niall sinks down, bottoming out in one thrust. He holds onto Louis’ shoulders and bounces slowly, starting a rhythm. Louis grips his waist, meeting his thrusts. Niall’s legs burn but he needs to cum so bad. His thrusts get sporadic and when he meets his prostate hard, Niall cums, covering both him and Lou with his release. Louis moans and bites into his shoulder, releasing inside of him. Niall collapses onto top of him, not caring about the stickiness. “You ok Ni?”
“Yea,” Niall mumbles.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Louis carries Niall to the loo and cleans them both up. He tucks Niall into bed and gets dressed, leaving the flat with a simple kiss to Niall’s temple and a quiet “Thank you”.
*~*~*
They’re still on break. A different break, but break. They just finished the Take Me Home tour. Niall is in his own flat, flipping through channels, looking for something of interest. He forgets this task when his front door opens, closes, and a fairly horny Harry starts snogging him. Niall moans into Harry’s mouth, mumbling something about his bedroom. Harry stands up, Niall still clinging to him, and walks up the stairs to his bedroom. This has been sort of an arrangement. Whenever the lads need it, they’ll go to Niall and get “help”. It seems to be working. No weird feelings or jealousy, just all sharing Niall. And Niall doesn’t mind at all. Well, maybe a little. He’s distracted from his thoughts when Harry drops him on the bed and starts kissing his neck. He tugs on Niall’s shirt, wanting it off.
“Someone’s eager,” Niall laughs, pulling off his shirt.
“You won’t believe-” Harry cuts himself off when he sees Niall’s bare chest. It’s like it always is; a milky expanse of untarnished pale skin. But this time, it’s tarnished. Just the day before, Zayn had come over in the morning. Thus explains the crescent shaped bruises on Niall’s hips. Liam came over that night, which is why Niall’s collarbones are littered with purple and pink love bites. This has never happened before to Harry. He’s known about the arrangement but he’s never seen the marks of the other lads on his Niall. Harry swallows hard at that thought. His Niall? Since when was he his Niall?
“What’s wrong? Haz?” Niall sits up a little. Harry doesn’t respond, just shakes his head.
“I-I uh, have to go.” And he does. Harry goes, rushing out the front door, leaving a confused and kind of hurt Niall, shirtless on his bed.
*~*~*
The other lads come over, looking for “help”. But Niall can’t stop thinking about Harry, who he hasn’t seen since his awkward departure. He doesn’t know what to do. When Harry’s having an issue he always goes to Niall, but that’s the one thing he can’t do. Niall finally breaks and goes to Harry. Bundled up in one of Harry’s large flannel shirts, his own jeans, one of Harry’s beanies, and a large coat, he starts over to Harry’s flat. It’s then that Niall realizes out of all the stuff he’s collected from the lads over the past two years, he likes wearing Harry’s most. Harry likes to buy things too big for him so on Niall they are huge, making Niall feel small but protected, like Harry is there with him. Niall gets to Harry’s flat, the bright orange door standing out glaringly. Harry wanted orange, no matter how many times Louis told him it looked stupid. Niall smiles, remembering Harry’s defiance. He lifts his hand to knock on the door. It’s answered a minute later by a sulking Harry.
“Come in,” He mumbles, turning and walking into his flat, leaving Niall there by himself. Niall does enter, closing the door behind him, and follows Harry to the kitchen. Harry’s nursing a cup of tea, looking small as he hunches in on himself with his head down. Niall takes off his coat and drapes it over the back of one of Harry’s chairs. He sits down next to the curly haired lad, not looking at him but his fingers, which are clasped and resting on Harry’s island’s marble counter top.
“What’s wrong?” Niall asks.
“Nothing,” Harry mutters against his cup.
“I know you too well for that, Haz. Now tell me what’s going on.” Niall says.
“I don’t want to.” Harrys says, sounding like a petulant child.
“What can I do to help? Please, tell me.” Niall says.
“What do you want to do?” Harry asks, his voice hiding a bitter undertone.
“What do you mean?” Niall asks.
“What do you want to do? You can’t just be the band’s fuck toy for the rest of your life.” The bitterness is blatant this time. Niall flinches at the harsh words. “I-I-sorry. I-I didn’t mean that.”
“S’alright,” Niall mumbles. “Maybe I should go.” He turns to leave but Harry squeaks.
“No, please, I’m sorry. Will you-will you stay?” Harry asks. He’s biting his lip, much like he did the first time he came to Niall for comfort. Niall nods stepping closer. “Can we, uh, can we cuddle?” Niall smiles softly.
“Course we can, Haz,” And that’s what they do. They cuddle on Harry’s couch and watch reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond. Niall falls asleep against Harry’s chest and he stays the entire night in Harry’s arms. And Niall can’t say he minds.
*~*~*
It’s different after that. Harry doesn’t get “help” from Niall anymore. He cuddles with him or will cook with him, but never sleep with him like that. He’ll take Niall shopping or to a film, but will not snog him no matter how Niall tries to get him to. He misses Harry like that. He’s worried he did something wrong, he’s worried that Harry doesn’t like him like that anymore. It worries him so much he finally breaks and confronts Harry about it. It’s a film night, one where they’re cuddled in front of the telly, watching Love Actually. Harry presses a sweet kiss to Niall’s temple and he loses it.
“Why don’t you shag me anymore?” Niall asks. Harry is taken aback.
“Huh?”
“You-you don’t fuck me anymore.” Niall says, sounding even stranger out loud than he did in his head.
“Niall-”
“No, I want a straight answer! Am I repulsive or something?” Niall asks.
“No, it’s nothing like that. Ni-”
“Than what is it? Cause I’m racking my brain trying to figure out why you stopped.” Niall says.
“It’s just, I, can’t anymore. Not when I know what I do.” Harry says.
“You always knew it was an entire band thing, not just you and me.” Niall says.
“No, not that.” Harry becomes quiet, so Niall asks.
“What is it then?” Niall’s desperate.
“I-I can’t share anymore, Ni.” Harry says.
“What?”
“I-I can’t do that anymore if I have to share. I-I can’t share you anymore.” Harry says.
“So-so you want me all to yourself?” Niall asks. He feels like Harry stole all the air in his lungs.
“I know I can’t have that, it’s just. I love you Ni. More than I should.” Harry says. Niall shuts his eyes tight, pinches himself to make sure he isn’t dreaming. “I freaked out when I saw the marks from the others. I knew I couldn’t have you to myself but I wanted it so badly. I didn’t know how to make it stop, so I just thought that if I stopped doing it, I wouldn’t feel so bad.”
“Haz,”
“No, it’s ok. I know you can’t just stop what you have with them for me. But-but you asked. And I didn’t want you to think you were repulsive.” Harry says. It clicks in Niall’s mind. Being with Harry was always different because there was something there. It wasn’t like it was with Liam, only for comfort when he needed. It wasn’t like it was with Zayn, when he needed a good shag and couldn’t get to Perrie in time. It wasn’t like it was with Louis, just for fun. It was deeper because there was something there. Niall knew that now and he wanted to let Harry know. But he didn’t know how to stop what was happening. Could he just ask them to stop?
For Harry, Niall thought he could.
*~*~*
It went well. The lads understood that Niall couldn’t keep doing what he was doing. And Harry was over the moon that Niall loved him back. They were a cute couple, all the lads agreed. And sure, once in a while Niall would be laughing with one of the lads or hugging them, and Harry would go over and tug Niall into him possessively. But Niall was Harry’s, only Harry’s.
Harry's driving no where and that's exactly where Niall needs to be.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry is whistling along to the radio as he drives down the highway. He loves the freedom he feels, finally having nowhere to go, and not needing a place. He just knows he’s driving, driving away from school, his home town, and his university. He shifts lanes, changing into the one closest to the side. He takes an exit and ends up on a normal road, cars on both sides. It’s a barren road and not much around it either. Both sides of the road have fields for a kilometer and then a line of trees starting the forest.
He’s driving down the road and doesn’t see much until there’s a dot far down the road. As he comes closer, Harry realizes that this dot is a boy. The boy is blonde, Harry can tell. He’s wearing old clothes that look worn. He has a long strapped bag hanging from his right shoulder and a guitar case in the same hand. He has on old sneakers too, and his skin is very pale, but turned a little darker by the sun. The most interesting thing about the boy is that his left hand is held out, his thumb stuck out too.
Harry doesn’t know why, but he finds himself slowing down. The boy looks over and grins. He rushes over to the open window.
“Where’re you going?” Harry asks him.
“Anywhere,” The boy replies.
“Put the guitar in the back and hop in.” Harry tells him. The blonde boy drops his guitar in the back of the pick-up truck and gets in the passenger side.
“M’Niall,” The boy says.
“Harry, Harry Styles.” Harry says, pulling back onto the road.
“So where’re we going, Harry?” Niall asks.
“I don’t know, I’m just driving.” Harry shrugs. They are quiet for a while and then Niall pipes up.
“What are you running from?” He asks.
“Life I guess, it’s just been so complicated for years, now finally I am out of uni so I have nothing holding me there.” Harry pauses. “What about you? What’s got you hitchhiking on the side of a road?”
“I’m a criminal, running from the law. You just picked up a fugitive.” Niall says seriously. Harry is almost worried, but then Niall starts laughing. “You should’ve seen your face!”
“That wasn’t nice,” Harry fakes glares at him.
“Aw, I’m sorry, mate, I’ll tell you why I’m really here. I bought a plane ticket to London but I have to get to Doncaster and I couldn’t afford anything else.” Niall says.
“What were you going to do if no one picked you up?”
“I don’t know, so thank you, Mr. Styles, for doing it.” Niall nods at him.
“Why’d you leave Ireland?”
“My brother disowned me for being gay and I’m moving in with my mate, Louis.” Niall explains.
“What about your parents?”
“My brother and I were taken out of their custody a few years ago for their drug abuse, and their abuse of us.” Niall replies.
“Wow, um, I’m-I’m sorry.” Harry says, astounded, as he turns onto another road.
“I’ve made my peace with it. What about you, Harry? Which way do you swing?” Niall asks.
“I’d say I’m straight with bi-curious tendencies.” Harry shrugs. They are silent for a while longer.
“So, are you taking me to Doncaster?” Niall asks.
“Sure, but we won’t make it there by night. We’ll have to stop at a motel.” Harry says.
“Ok, want to go out to a bar? I could use a pint.” Niall asks.
“I thought you didn’t have any money?”
“I don’t, but I think if I tried hard enough I could get someone to buy me a drink.” Niall grins. They stop at a motel and Niall changes into the clothes he has. He walks out of the loo in a white button up and some black skinnies, looking hot as hell. “Ready to go, Harry?” Niall asks. Harry nods blankly and they drive to the club. Niall instantly has some guy buying him a drink and Harry himself is drinking more than he usually would or should.
-----------------------------------The Next Morning-------------------------------------
Harry sits up and looks around, realizing he is in a motel room. His head hurts faintly, like the remnants of a hangover have taken place. He glances over and the red blinking clock to his left and sees it is 2 in the afternoon. He sits up further and looks to the other bed and realizes it is made, or had never been used. Where did Niall sleep? Did he even sleep here? Harry realizes he is nude, but that doesn’t surprise him.
“Morning, Harry,” Niall greets, exiting the loo with a towel around his waist.
“Wha?” Harry asks. He rubs at his eyes, trying to get rid of the last remnants of sleep but the sight doesn’t change. “We didn’t-oh my fuck, did we? Oh shit,” Harry rubs at his forehead.
“We didn’t shag, if that’s what you’re asking. You drank too much last night and tried to undress me in the bar. I drove us home, having had only a few drinks. You stripped and tried to get me into bed but I, being the gentleman that I am, tucked you into bed. You feel asleep the second your head hit the pillows.” Niall says. Harry flushes.
“I’m really sorry, I don’t know what got into me.” Harry says.
“Don’t worry about it, mate, it’s fine. The shower’s free if you want it.” Niall tells him, pulling on some blue boxers. Niall gets dressed in his usual blue T shirt and worn corduroy coat, and matching it with his faded blue jeans. Niall tunes his guitar as he waits for Harry. Niall calls through the loo door, telling Harry he’ll be outside when he’s done. Niall walks out with his guitar and sets up a good spot near the gas station next door. He starts singing.
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
He gets a cheeky grin on his face.
Gym Class Heroes baby!
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like yea fucked up, check it Travie, I can handle that
Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks
I used to, used to, used to, used to, now I'm over that
'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts
He sings to a couple of teenage girls at a pump, making them giggle.
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you
The gas station owner notices and starts outside. Niall makes a pretend scared face and winks at the girls.
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo
Niall jumps on Harry’s truck, running from the owner.
Let's go!
If I was an old-school fifty pound boom box (remember them?)
Would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you walk
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops (turn it up)
And crank it higher every time they told you to stop
And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me
When you have to purchase mad D batteries
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make
You never know we come and go like on the interstate
Niall leans towards a little girl with her dad as he sings the next part, still escaping the owner.
I think I finally found a note to make you understand
If you can hit it, sing along and take me by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo
Niall stops running and pauses, smiling widely at everyone who’s watching, which is everyone at the station. Including Harry.
I only pray you'll never leave me behind (never leave me)
Because good music can be so hard to find (so hard to find)
I take your head and hold it closer to mine (yeah)
Thought love was dead, but now you're changing (yeah) my mind (come on whoa)
“Everyone!” Niall cheers. Everyone joins in with him.
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo (it's your boy Travie)
Oh oh oh oh (Gym Class Heroes baby!) so sing along to my stereo
Yeah
Niall laughs, getting the owner to smile a bit and walk back into his shop. “Thank you! I’ll be here for the next five minutes!” Niall announces. Everyone who was listening dropped as much as they could find in their pockets into his open guitar case. The little girl walks up with a five pound bill and giggles a thank you, getting Niall to smile. “Nah, thank you, sweetheart.” He replies. She flushes and runs back to her dad. Harry walks over.
“You can sing.” He tells him. Niall looks him up and down, nodding appreciatively at his attire.
“Thanks, thought I could use this for gas money.” Niall tells him, pulling out the money from his case and handing it to Harry.
“I can’t take it from you.” Harry shakes his head.
“No, please, I don’t need it.” Niall insists. Harry sighs, but pockets the money, planning on sneaking it back into Niall’s guitar case later. They get on the road and start up towards Doncaster.
“Last night, did you, um, see my-see my-”
“Private bits, yes, very impressive.” Niall grins out the window, knowing that Harry is blushing.
“Then it’s only fair that I get to see yours too.” Harry has no idea what he is saying.
“Alright, Mr. Forward. I thought you were straight?” Niall teases.
“I added bi-curious tendencies.” Harry mumbles, but Niall still catches it and laughs.
“You’re adorable Harry.” Niall shakes his head.
“I’m older than you, I can’t be adorable.” Harry pouts.
“How do you know you’re older?” Niall asks.
“I don’t know, how old are you?”
“23,” Niall replies.
“I’m 23 too,” Harry glances over at him.
“I was born in September, 1990.” Niall says.
“Damn it, February, 1991.” Harry pouts again.
“Aw, you’re adorable when you pout!” Niall coos. Harry just flips him off. They drive on silence for a little over an hour when suddenly Niall speaks. “Harry, stop the car.”
“What, why?!” Harry asks, nervous and scared.
“Just stop the car!” Niall says more seriously. Harry pulls over to the side of the road and then looks at Niall. Niall opens his door and runs out into the field, and doesn’t stop until he gets to the woods. Harry runs after him, worried beyond his mind. Harry follows Niall for what seems like hours but in reality is only 5 minutes.
“Where… are… we?” Harry pants.
“I don’t know,” Niall shrugs.
“Then why’d you bring me-” Harry is cut off when a pair of soft lips connect with his. Harry doesn’t question it, just lets his eyes fall shut as he pulls Niall in by his waist. Niall pushes himself up on his toes a bit, leaning his elbows just above Harry’s collar bones, forcing him to tilt his neck down a little. Niall twirls a piece of Harry’s curls around his finger as he deepens the kiss. Harry pushes Niall lightly into a tree, capturing him between his body and the foliage. Niall pulls back, both boys breathless.
“We better get back to the truck.” Niall says, turning and walking back the way they came. It takes Harry a few seconds, but he snaps out of his daze and follows after him.
“What the fuck was that?” Harry asks.
“A kiss, Harry, a kiss.”
“I know that, but why?” Harry is very confused right now, and when he gets confused, he gets aggravated.
“I wanted to kiss you, so I did. Any other questions?” Niall asks, finding this all very amusing.
“What if I want to kiss you? Am I allowed to do that for no reason?” Harry asks angrily.
“If you’d like,” Niall shrugs. Harry is very frustrated now, so you can’t hold what he does next against him. Harry grabs Niall’s arm and pushes him up against a tree, kissing him roughly. Niall wants to tangle his hands in Harry’s curls, but Harry is holding them tightly above his head. Harry is using his hips to keep Niall’s hips down, his hands being busy. One of Harry’s large hands is holding down Niall’s, and the other one is cupping Niall’s cheek. Harry pulls back after eliciting a long moan from the blonde.
“Well I’d like.” Harry growls. Niall smiles at him.
“Good, now if you could please let go of my hands?” Niall asks. Harry shakes his head, deciding instead to throw Niall over his shoulder and carrying him back to the truck, Niall giggling the whole time.
-------------------------------------A Few Days Later----------------------------------
Niall knocks on the door. It is quickly opened by a brown haired, brown eyed lad, taller than Niall, and close to Harry’s height.
“Hey Niall, come on in. Lou will be down in a minute.” Liam moves aside.
“Thanks Li. Oi! Harry, hurry up will ya?” Niall calls.
“Harry?” Liam quirks an eyebrow.
“Yeah, he was the one who gave me a ride up here. I told you guys about how I bought a ticket for London and I was going to hitchhike. You were wrong, he didn’t chop me up and eat me in my sleep.” Niall says matter-of-factly.
“Did you shag him?” Liam asks bluntly.
“He told me he was straight. What do you think?” Niall asks, setting down his bags. Liam grins.
“You totally shagged him!” Liam claps Niall on the back.
“Who did you totally shag?” Louis asks, coming down the stairs.
“Harry, his ride-giver.” Liam tells him.
“Niall, where do you want your- oh, sorry-Lou?” Harry looks at Louis.
“Haz! How’ve you been, mate?” Louis asks, taking the bag from him.
“Fine, fine, so you’re the Louis Niall was talking about? Wow, small world.” Harry smiles.
“Wait a minute, this is the “straight-as-a-ruler-Harry” from uni?” Liam laughs. Harry flushes and looks down.
“I didn’t tell him anything, I promise.” Niall swears.
“You totally shagged!” Louis cheers.
“Aw, Lou, leave the poor boy alone.” Niall defends Harry, hugging him from the side.
“You should feel lucky, Harry, not all hitchhikers will shag you, some of ‘um like to kill you in your sleep.” Louis tells him.
