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Chapter 11

Harry pov

My feelings for Niall have grown and I'm having trouble containing them. Ever since Josh was.... well you know, Niall has been closer to me. Always asking if I'm doing okay. Always telling me how much he appreciates me and how he wouldn't be himself if I weren't here.

I think he's just telling me all this because he didn't tell Josh this stuff, and now Josh is gone and Niall will never be able to tell him.

"Niall?" I ask hesitantly.

"Hmm"

"When are we gonna get outta here and how?"

He takes a deep breath and sits up from his position across my lap. "Well.......I figured that they're gonna take us out again to record another video. That's when we'll make our move. When me and.... Josh," he chokes on the name but quickly continues. "When were scouting this place, we saw they had a boat north-east of the island, facing towards Italy. If we cam somehow get to the boat, we can go back to the mainland and get help." He finishes with an uneasy look on his face.

I admit that the plan had a few gaps in it, like how exactly we were supposed to get away from the guards in one piece, but it's batter than anything I have.

"Okay, but Niall, what if we get separated? What if he kills one of us next?" I started hyperventilating from the thought of seeing Niall in a bloody heap at 'the boss' feet. Or at the thought of me dying and never seeing my family and friends again.

"N-niall, what if we die!? What if I die and you live, What if you die and I live!?"

At this point I'm struggling to breath. "Niall, we cant go through with this, lets just stay here and wait for someone to find us. Someone will come to find us and-"

"Harry-"

"Ni! If we die I'll never see Liam again, or Louis, or Zayn an-"

"Harry-" He takes my shoulders, trying to calm me down.

"My nightmare will come true! They'll be at my funeral, and Liam will be crying and saying that he's sorry, and I should be the one saying sorry Ni, I should be sorry!" Niall's grip on my shoulders tighten and I can no longer move my mouth.

Niall is kissing me.

Niall, is kissing me .

Niall Horan, the man who could never like me back, the man who isn't gay, is kissing me.

It takes a moment to set in but by time it does, he has already pulled away and he's looking straight into my eyes waiting for a response, worry in his eyes.

Niall has kissed me, we both might be stuck in this cell forever, I may never see my friends or family again, and the first thing that comes out of my mouth is,

"But you're not gay."

Niall laughs at my confusion, a look of relief passes through his face and his body relaxes. He rests his forehead against mine, letting out a breath. His blond hair tickling my forehead and his eyelashes flutter softly and I feel my breath decide to take a little field trip out of my lungs. "Who says."

"Uh what?" I ask, totally out of it.

"I said, Who says?" he repeats with a sly smirk on his face.

"Who says what?"

"Who says I'm not gay?"

What? He cant be.

"B-but, when I told you and Josh, Y- you didn't say anything. You didn't tell me you were."

"I didn't tell you I wasn't either."

I'm silent and it takes me a moment to let my body catch up to my mind. I grin really wide and the butterflies fill my stomach when I place my lips on his and he kisses back.

Niall is the only person who can make butterflies survive in this cold, dark, damp place. His lips are chapped from the time we've spent in this cell, they're salty from all of the crying he has done the past few days, and they are perfect.

Niall's hand comes up to cup my face and we both lean into the kiss a little more, my hands around his neck and in his hair. I've wanted to do this for so long, the thought that I'm actually doing it is overwhelming and has my heart racing. Or it could be the fact that NIALL HORAN'S LIPS ARE ON MY FRICKEN LIPS!

Okay Harry, calm the fuck down and enjoy this moment.

I pull on his hair lightly, causing him to moan. I tug his bottom lip in between my teeth, just hard enough for him to moan again and his hands move to my waist, squeezing my bony hips.

I pull away for breath and look at him. He looks back with wide eyes.

"And here I thought you were all sweet and innocent." He chuckles in surprise.

I pout at him making a big deal about sticking out my bottom lip, "Am I not sweet?"

Niall grins and pokes my bottom lip, "Of course you are."

"Good." I say, and curl into his side.

"Good." He repeats, wrapping an arm around me.

A/N: Finally!!!! Narry is official. It's about damn time!

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~Lulu ;P