Criminal Love

Chapter Two ⭕️

Lets Get It Started [cover] by Maneskin

"Not one bit, mate." Niall says, eyes flickering from Louis to his half empty glass. I feel eyes on me again and look up to see Louis looking at me, nothing but steeliness resonates in his eyes. I run a nervous hand through my long curls, unintentionally parting my hair. "So, I know this hasn't been the greatest birthday, but I'm not your parent so if there's any guy you see who might look fuckable, go for it mate." Niall says, breaking my palpable silence, I chuckle as I lower my head, looking at my lap, playing with a button on my shirt.

"Thanks Niall, always so kind and gracious with your words, a wordsmith's of sorts." I say, earning a hearty laugh from the brunette. "Is there anything that I can get for you gentlemen? It'll be on the house." A light voice says from the other side of the table. Niall and I look up to meet a pair of icy blue eyes. Those eyes belong to Louis Tomlinson, why does he look so familiar?. "Hmm, just another round of Fireball, right Harry?" Niall says, sobered up slightly.

"Of course, I hope service has been good, I wouldn't want anyone unhappy in any building of mine." Louis says, smirking while keeping his eyes trained on mine. I freeze as he turns around and walks away. "What the fuck was that about?" I say, looking at Niall who is frozen the same way. "I have no fucking idea mate." He says, watching as Corbyn and Sam get up to get to their Uber. "Hey drive safe lads." Niall says, them nodding drunkly before stumbling to the door. "Lightweights... could probably get drunk off of a sniff of Smirnoff." Niall says, deadpan, making me nearly spit out my water.

"Here you are, sorry for the wait. Have a good time." Louis says, setting down the liquor, before smiling politely and leaving us to our thoughts. I watch as he bustles around the bar, smiling with the bartender, flirting with the waiters and waitresses. "He does not seem like gang leader, Ni." I admit quietly, taking a small sip out of my shot glass. "Yeah, well, people aren't always what they seem." Niall says darkly, almost like he knows more than what he's letting on.

I have questions, but I don't push. Niall would tell me if he really wanted to, but he's good at keeping secrets, so if there is something that he knows, he won't say a peep. Even if you beg, he won't tell. He still hasn't said a word to my mom that I lost my virginity at fourteen, which, considering that was seven years ago, is pretty impressive.

Niall and I waste the rest of our evening talking about all the past shitty birthdays, both his and mine. "Remember for your thirteenth birthday, your mum thought it was a good idea to invite all the kids on the soccer team to the water park, just because both of us were on the team." Niall recalls, eyes shining drunkenly, but full of love. "Haha, yeah, fucking disaster that was." I agree, thinking back to how we all got our lunch orders mixed up, and that trip was expensive, she was paying for fifteen players.

"Last call! Closing in fifteen!" Someone calls from the front of the bar.

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"We are not to speak of this in the morning." Niall says between the kisses. "Course, we're mates." I say, getting drunk on the feeling of his mouth on mine. His hands fiddle with the buttons on my shirt, finally sliding it off my arms. My hands tangle in Niall's brunette locks, soft and silky. His hands roam my chest, goosebumps rising in their wake.

Niall pushes me onto his bed, sucking harsh marks into my neck. To be honest, I always thought Niall was straight, but maybe the alcohol is digging at his curiosity. His hot mouth finds my nipple and I mewl out into the air, his hands holding my hips down while undoing my jeans, which are already uncomfortably tight.

His hands palm at my covered cock, teasing me. He leaves hickeys down to my belly button and then licks a flat strip up my chest before locking his lips on mine.

I hiss at the cold air hitting my dick, but it's short lived as Niall wraps his lips around my head, tongue lapping at the precum already beading there. "Oh f-fuck." I stutter out, letting my head drop into the pillows behind me. His hand slowly teases my shaft, lightly tugging before bobbing his head down until his eyes water.

I look up at Niall's blue eyes as his hand grasps a handful of hair behind my head, thrusting into my mouth, thanking god that I don't have a gag reflex as I hold onto his hips, the pressure making my throat constrict and Niall groans out. This was definitely not what I had in mind when looking for someone to have a good time with, but hey, we're both drunk and horny, and nothing will be weird about this.

"Is that your fucking tongue?" I rasp out, the feeling of something inserting itself in my hole. The feeling of it prodding at my opening is truly euphoric.

I watch as Niall puts the condom on, before quickly lining up with me. He starts to push into me, not too gentle, but not too harsh. It is a lot though, since I haven't had a proper fuck in like four months. "Ni, easy please." I whine out, liking the pain, but the pressure is unbearable. "Sorry, H." He says, slowing it down, before drawing his hips out and slowly easing back in.

I moan out as Niall changes positions lightly, only shifting his weight, but I feel every little movement. There's sweat pooling at my hairline, my eyes squint shut as Niall picks up the pace a little but, drawing his hips out slowly, but snapping them back up into me, and I moan out every thrust.

"F-fuck! Niall! I'm gonna cum, Niall please!" I cry out as he pounds into me, the familiar buzz at the base of my back and in my lower stomach growing immensely. "Me too, Harry, me too." He says roughly as his hips start to stutter into me..

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I walk into the living room, hungover and sore, making my way to the kitchen to get water. Niall is already awake, looking at his water with disgust. "What did your water do to you?" I ask, reaching for a glass, ignoring the massive hickey on Niall's neck. "It made me nauseous." He says, voice raspy. "We need to stop drinking so heavily." I say, as if I've been drinking for years.

"Dude, last night was the first time you could get properly shitfaced. We know the frat parties have done nothing but ease you into this." Niall says, resting his head in his hands, pushing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

So uhhh.. second chapter? Taadaa! Ummm, maybe a hint at Harry and Niall's younger years...
This book is in no way going to be a family show.
Anygays! Ciao.

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