"I just wanted to talk to you," Harry says, siting down on the couch and saving for me to sit also,l.
I nod slowly, feeling very self conscious all of the sudden so I lift my knees to my chest and hold them there tightly.
"I want to know where do we stand. Are we friends? Was that just a small fling? Are we going to make it into something?" He asks, looking just as desperate at I do for answers.
But the problem is, I'm the one needing answers; it shouldn't be me having to answer because I really don't have any to share.
I don't know what he wants and I don't know what I want.
Yes you do, you want him. You want him as your boyfriend, one that you come home too, one that you can cuddle and kiss all the damn time you fucking liar
Maybe I do know what I want but that doesn't mean he wants the same.
"I don't know," I shrug, feeling that that wasn't the best answer I could give but it's not nothing so.
He just nods, leaning back into the couch.
The question I'm about to ask might be one that I could regret. He could say he wants it just to be a fling and be over with but I ask anyway, "Can you tell me what you want? How are you feeling?"
I feel like a shrink asking the question like that.
He looks at me for a second then takes a deep breath and starts, "For me, I know exactly what I want. I want you Niall, we may have only known each other for a very short time but I'm completely taken away by you Niall. I'm very infatuated by you, which doesn't happen to me that often. Ive bet you've read in magazines that I'm kind of the whore of Hollywood but I want that to change. I want to get to know you more so I can be your boyfriend and you can be mine. I just want you. And I feel like you don't want me as much as I want you, like you don't like me at all but I like you and again, I want to be yours."
After a minute, I don't say anything so he pipes up again, "That's what I want and that's what I'm feeling. It all may seem silly that I have this much feelings in this time period but you asked."
I don't know where to even start. I want to say I'm feeling the same way, because it is true but then if I say it; he'll just think I'm agreeing with him, not actually meaning it. But I do, I want him.
"Kiss me," I say, breathing hard and fast. That seemed to be the only thing that court solve this. I don't know how but I just really want to kiss this beautiful boy.
He doesn't hesitate, doesn't skip a heart beat to jump over here.
His kiss is so soft and gentle, the smooth lips that I've craved is touching mine; again, but this time feels different.
He stops kissing, not suddenly but slowly backs away; having a grin on his face, "Be mine?"
I start to say yes, I can feel it on the tip of my tongue but what I feel inside is opposite.
"No."
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[fucking hell niall
sorry but I think you'll like the next chapter,,,
question: i know this is obviously a narry fanfic but if you were to choose, narry or zarry?
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Fanfic"Perfect. Keep that pose," Niall says, snapping another picture of the gorgeous boy in front of his camera. He's trying not to have the blood rush to his face while looking at the half naked model. Okay, come here and look at these pictures," Nial...
