Chapter Seven
Hehe, I’m guessing you enjoyed the Narry action in the last chapter c;
Love, Em
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//Harry’s P.O.V.
I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, feeling oddly satiated. The burning need I never knew that has been pent up is now suddenly gone, having left behind a warm pleasing sensation.
I open one eyes lazily and recognise none of the features around me.
The last thing I remember is chugging down the beers and nothing else. Josh just left for Ireland last night and my mates and I came over to Niall’s in an attempt to cheer him up. We watched movies, ate popcorn, and drank beer. I probably fell asleep and that’s why I’m in what appears to be a guest room. Liam, Louis, and Zayn are all sprawled out on the bed next to me, Zayn sort of on top of Liam and Liam’s face scrunched up at the pressure. Stifling a laugh, I hop off the bed and pad down the hall.
And walk smack into Niall.
“Jesus, sorry!” I mumble, my arms reaching out to steady him. My eyes dart up to meet his blue ones. In those amazingly blue depths, I see an emotion I’ve never seen before:
Lust?
Whoa, no. It’s early and I must be hallucinating. There is no way in hell that Niall’s heart could have done a one-eighty flip overnight. From what I’ve seen Josh and Niall are deeply in love and nothing and no one can come between them.
“Mornin’,” he says, his Irish accent defined even more from sleep.
“Morning. Sorry about last night,” I apologise. I’m about to say more when I notice that he has turned an entirely new shade of crimson at my words. Fuck, what did I do last night to make him blush like this? “Falling asleep during the movies. Must’ve been hell carrying all of us up the stairs.”
The blush dies down somewhat. “Oh, nah it wasn’t that bad. Had a nice work-out from it.” He starts to laugh his infectious laugh so I can’t help but join in.
“Are the others still asleep?” he asks.
“Yeah. I reckon Liam’s gonna be the grumpiest when he wakes up. He hasn’t got a lot of experience dealing with hangovers, having had a defective kidney and all.”
“Hope he won’t be like a girl on her period,” he jokes.
“Might be. Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
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//Niall’s P.O.V.
No sleep. I haven’t got a wink of sleep since Harry’s little—whatever that had been—last night. The hickey he has left broke the skin and the angry red shows no sign of fading. The area around the tiny teeth marks are bright purple with red blossoming on the edges. In an attempt to cover it up, I have dug up an Irish scarf to wrap around my neck even though it’s only October and mildly cool at best.
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Fanfiction*NOT FAMOUS* Harry is a hybrid-cat; he has certain feline characteristics that are easy to hide most of the time. But when Niall moves into Doncaster, his inner kitty wants to come out and play.
