beautiful lies | narry

Track 1 >> Backseat Serenade

"you had me at come over boy, I need a friend." -backseat serenade, all time low

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harry

we entered the house that you seemed to be able to notice from a hundred miles away. for the lights were on and the music was loud despite the rain. it was a friday night and people came to relax and forget. which is exactly why i was here with my best friend. i followed him throughout the crowded house heading to the kitchen where the liqueur most likely was.

i quickly grabbed a drink downing it as soon as i could. the drink burned in the back of my throat but warmed up my stomach giving my whole body a fuzzy warm feeling. i liked the feeling, i grabbed another drink and walked around the unfamiliar house. despite being the best friend of one of the most popular kids in school, i didn't have too many friends but i was okay with that. why waste time with people who are going to leave you anyway. i finished my drink faster than i thought and took another one after reentering the kitchen.

that's where i saw him. standing by the table was a short haired blonde. from behind i could see he was wearing a large jersey dress that ran down to his knees. he wore black combat boots with black knee high socks. when he turned around, his beauty was evident. his large blue eyes were ringed in black making his stare more intense. his lips were layered in the darkest red that contrasted against his pale skin. he was smiling at me as he ran a hand through his fringed blonde hair. he walked over to me, seeing my obvious staring at him. he stopped in front of me and he didn't say anything.

we didn't say anything.

we just stood and stared at each other taking in the other. his mouth may be silent but his eyes said everything needed to be said. he slipped his petite hand in my large hand and guided me out of the kitchen and into the large sitting room where everyone was dancing. the pace of the song was fast but we just stood in the middle of the room still taking one another in. he slid his arms loosely around my neck letting go of my hand. i slid my arms around his waist anticipating his next move. his eyes lit up as he grinned.

"dance with me." he said softly. and so we did.

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hours have gone by since that dance with the boy in the red lipstick. he left as soon as the dance was over escaping into the crowd. i didn't mind but then again, when did I ever? i was sipping my drink slightly more than tipsy. i saw him again standing against the opposite wall from me. He wagged his finger at me beckoning me to go over to him. i slowly walked up to him. when i was within a few feet from him, i heard him say, "come over boy. I need a friend."

i stood next to him and felt him rest his head on my shoulder. he turned his head and pressed kisses against my neck and shoulder before taking my hand again like before. i let him guide me out of the room, up the stairs, and into an empty bedroom. i couldn't think straight under the influence of the alcohol. i mean, i never think straight, because i'm not but my thoughts are so unorganized. i couldn't tell myself this was a bad idea by how this was going but here in the moment, i didn't.

"do you want to do this?" i asked softly. he smiled at me his blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"of course i want to. thanks for asking." he replied giggling.

i treasured his touch and sweet caress. the feel of his lips against mine and the feeling of his tongue against mine as our tongues fought a hot, wet battle for dominance. i pressed his body against the wall and kissed down his neck. i picked him up and took him over to the bed with his legs wrapped against my waist.

outside, the storm was still raging on. the heavy patter of rain, the rumble of thunder, the blaring music, could barely cover the noise of our screams and our moans in the night. the rest of the night was blissful and calm. the feeling and the moment was infinite.