The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

.09

»Claire de Lune - Debussy«

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I woke up with his head on my chest...my bare chest. We both were naked and no we didn't have sex. I just, made it up to him again. He had fallen fast asleep after I had given him the blowjob. As to why I was naked? I didn't like sleeping in clothes.

I didn't want to know what time it was at all. Honestly, I wanted to lay right here...all day with him. But what happens when he wakes up and starts asking questions again? Like why I took him? Or how I got so rich? Or even why I won't admit in front of Indie that I sucked his dick. Sometime...in the future, I would tell him. But I wanted the time to be right. Now was too soon. I had only taken him two nights ago.

My body froze when Niall began to move around. He mumbled a few things such as: warm, bacon and even my name. I started to smile. He was dreaming about me. I wish I could say I dreamt of him. Maybe I had but I couldn't remember. That's the thing that sucks about dreams. You never remember the begining and when you wake up, if you don't remind yourself what happened, you'll forget it all.

I brought my hand to Niall's head and gently ran my fingers through his hair. It was so soft and I didn't want to stop playing with it. Even when my maid, Mrs. Turner, came into the room I didn't stop. She didn't even acknowledge what I was doing which was good. I wasn't paying her to spy on me. She left with Niall's dirty clothes plus the clothes that we had left of the floor.

Niall began to move more then he finally woke up.

"Y-you actually stayed..." he said softly.

He smiled then looked away from me. I hadn't taken my hand out of his hair...that was until I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist and pull my hand away.

"Of course I did," I whispered, "that is what you wanted, right?"

Niall nodded then looked under the covers.

"W-we're still naked..."

I chuckled then slid out of the bed; giving him a nice view of my bum before I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. I pulled them on then faced him.

"Now you're the only one naked."

He smiled and even laughed a bit. When he stopped laughing, I knew the questions were coming. I just knew it. I could feel it.

"Harry?"

I cleared my throat.

"Yes, blue-eyes?"

He messed with his fingers a bit and even looked away from me. I watched as he sighed.

"Can I go back to my apartment? T-to get some of my belongings? Things that are important to me?"

My eyes widened a bit then I closed them. I shook my head no.

"Please? You at least owe me the luxury of having my personal items."

"I can get you new ones, blue-eyes. Forget about your apartment."

"But I can't, Harry. I...I have things...that can't be replaced. I have family photo albums and family heirlooms that you can't just replace. Please...it'll make me feel more at home here."

I opened my eyes and looked at him and sighed in defeat. I wanted him happy here, so I guess I could grant him this.

"Alright fine," he smiled big, "but I'm the one that's going to get it." Niall's smile immediately faded and to be honest, I did feel bad. "Write down what you want most and--"