désir // narry

Chapter 3

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Niall's POV

Our plane landed about ten hours later. Even though I'd slept on the tour bus, I'd stayed fast asleep with Harry on my lap for the entire ride.

We were staying at a hotel in Glasgow until the weekend when we'd depart to go back to our families.

"Wow boys this sure is a nice hotel!" said an excited Liam as we entered our suite. He was right- we had the penthouse suite- three bedroom, three bath, one living room, and a kitchen. Not to mention one of the bedrooms was located in the suite's loft (which I was definitely going to take advantage of...)

"So how are we going to split rooming?" Louis asked setting his bags down.

"I call a room to myself," Zayn said without another word and stalked off to the room next to the kitchen. Zayn doesn't like not getting enough sleep, and in guessing he didn't rest well on the plane. Better off he has his own room anyway, he snores, like A LOT.

"Well ok Mr. Grumpy Pants!" Louis exclaimed as Zayn shut his door. Harry giggled next to me which made me smile. He always made me smile.

"Well I kinda wanted to share my room with Louis this time, we never do... Is that alright Lou?" Liam said turning to Louis.

"Oh hell no!" Louis said with a look of disgust which made Liam look taken back.

"I'm just kidding Liam! Of course I'll share a room with you!" Louis said, his face softening. He pulled Liam into a hug and pecked his cheek before skipping off to the room located in the hallway leading to the living room. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not the only gay one in the group... But hey it's Louis we're talking about here!

Liam chuckled and filled Louis to their room.

"And then there were two!" Harry said happily. "Those idiots, how could they not want the loft!"

"I don't know, I do though," I replied. I bent down to grab my bags but Harry cut me off.

"C'mon we can get that stuff later, lets go check out our room!" He said grabbing my hand like he did in the airport and dragged me up the stairs with him. My face burned red at our sudden contact. Dammit Harry! Why do always do that?!

I stopped thinking about Harry mentally murdering me, and took a moment to take in our room.

The walls were a faint, but dark grey-blue. There was white crown molding and bases along each of the four walls contrasting the blue nicely. Light-wood floor planks filled the floor space with a shots rug covering half of it. There were two dressers- made with the same wood as the flooring and a closet next to the bed bordered in white. Speaking of beds- there was only one. Not two twin beds like the rest of the bedrooms, no just one. It looked to be a queen size draped in a blue-grey lining and a huge, fluffy duvet in white with assorted pillows scattered in front of the headboard. It had a see-through white canopy resting atop the skinny connectors running either side of the headboard to the front base board.

"Wow this is..." I started but couldn't find a word that would fit.

"Spacious," Harry finished.

"Yes that." I replied. I walked over to the fluffy bed and plopped down on top of it. I lay back and kicked my shoes off, pulling them on top of the bedding. I let out a long sigh, filled with comfort. I closed my eyes and maybe even felt my lips tug into a small smile at the thought of getting to fall asleep here for the next few nights.

I heard Harry chuckle, I'm guessing at me smiling because I'm all nice and comfy. "I'm going to check out the bathroom okay?"

I hummed in response. I didn't feel the need I open my eyes let alone talk at this moment. Which is weird cause I'm always alert when talking to Harry...

I don't know how long I was lying there, maybe a few minutes. But suddenly, I sensed someone breathing on me. I opened my eyes to see Harry hovering over my body.

"Comfortable Nialler?" He said in a husky voice. My heart thudded beneath my skin. I gulped.

"I-I guess," I said, my voice coming out hoarse. He moves his hands close so that he's practically holding my waist and does the same with his knees so he's straddling me. He leaned in close to my right ear.

"Do I make you nervous, Nialler?" He asked in that same husky tone. His breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"N-no," I said unconvincingly. It came out as more of a whisper

"I think I do," he said teasingly running his fingers delicately down my chest. My breath hitched in my throat.

"H-Harry what a-are you doing?" I practically breathed out. I didn't seem to have the ability to speak normally at the the moment...

He leaned in close again, "Whatever you want me to do, Niall," he said seductively and then ran his other hand up my thigh. I was wide-eyed at this point, not believing what was happening. He stopped just before getting 'there'. If I had one less once of willpower, I'd have pounced on top of him.

"See, Nialler, no reason to be nervous," he said running his hand back down my leg, following the trail he did going up. I just kept looking at him. My heart felt like it was going to explode and my stomach felt like a brick.

Just then I heard Liam calling from below the loft, "Boys, were ordering room service, come pick out what you'd like!"

Not even a second later, Harry flipped himself off my stomach and onto the floor and started skipping down the stairs, leaving me dumbfounded.

What the HELL just happened?! 

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