Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 11

(A/N I'm truly sorry I haven't updated in a while. I hope you all don't hate me. Here you go x )

Harry~

"What did I tell you, Harry? Next time, listen to me, you little shit," he huffed.

I sighed heavily and sat down on the coffee table in the living room.

"I can't even believe you." He notices me ignoring him. "Are you listening to me, Harry?" He screamed from across the room.

I kept my back turned to him, trying to shut out all his yelling.

"Don't you ignore me!" I hear his feet stomp to me as he grabs my shoulders and whips me around. "Answer me when I talk to you!"

I turn my face from his hot breath and squeeze my eyes shut, clenching my fists. He grabs my jaw and roughly jerks it close to his.

"Next time you do that, I'm going to fucking hurt you," he threatens.

"Get your hands off of me!" I struggle.

He raises his hands and slaps me across the face.

I toss and I turn.

Then, I woke up.

"Harry! Harry, wake up." I hear Niall's voice and flutter my eyes open.

"N-Ni-," I attempt.

"What happened? You were yelling a-and," he touches my cheek and spreads a tear between his fingers, "are you c-crying?" He trembled.

I've never seen him so shook up before. "I-I," I tried again. "It was just a nightmare."

"Do you remember any of it? Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.

I shake my head. "No."

He bites his lip and plasters an unconvincing smile upon his face. "Well, I made you breakfast."

"You made me breakfast?" I ask in shock.

He chuckles. "Yeah. Why is that such a surprise?"

"Well, um, you're just not.. I don't know."

He shrugs his shoulders. "Blueberry pancakes. I hope that's okay?" He smiles.

I lick my lips. That did sound good. "Yeah, that sounds great." A draft comes in the room and I feel my whole body shiver, remembering I'm still naked. "Hey, why don't I meet you in the kitchen?"

He opens his mouth to question me, but stops when he sees me scrunch the blankets up. He leans his mouth to my ear and whispers, "Hope you're still hungry." Winking, he walks out with a satisfying laughter following him.

All the memories flooded back into my mind and my cheeks pierce a dark red. His body. His lips. The grinding. The screaming. All of it. And for some reason, I'm smiling just thinking about it.

I look down and snatch up the clothing Niall gave me, putting it on quickly. I grunt as I walk down the stairs, reasons I'm kind of embarrassed to say.

My body is sore.

Niall flops to fluffy pancakes onto a plate and splatters it with syrup.

"Mmm," he admires.

"Looks good," I comment.

He looks up at me and licks his lips. "I like you better in my clothes." He squirts some syrup on his finger and holds it up, tempting me. I meet him halfway and suck it off his finger, getting a little too carried as I wrap my tongue around it. He pulls his fingers out when it's sparkly clean. He steps forward and kisses me. Gently, softly, so not like Niall. I liked it. It feels so sincere.

This was okay, right? I felt okay with it. I think he felt okay with it. So why not feel okay for once?

But sometimes, it's okay not feeling okay. (A/N added a life lesson in there x

He shifts his head to my shoulder and rests it, wrapping his arms around my waist. This felt so nice. I could stay like this forever. But I smelled those heavenly pancakes, so that forever can wait.

"Those smell amazing, Niall. Thank you."

He lets go of me and smiles widely. "You're welcome. Since you always make me food, I decided to give back the favor."

I stuff a large portion pass my lips, tasting every sensation. "This is so good!" I say with a mouthful of food.

"I'm glad you like them," he replies with an equal amount if food in his mouth.

I swallow. "Niall, it's not good manners to speak with your mouth full," I scold.

He snorts. "Harry!"

I run my fingers through my hair, laughing. "I'm just messing with you."

Niall's phone beeps and he frowns. "Not now," he groans.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I have to go, babe." He plows through the rest of his breakfast.

Go? "W-where?"

"Harry.." He stands up from the table and presses his lips to the top of my head. "Some things aren't meant to be said."

"But Niall-"

"I'll be back, baby. Don't take a shower yet. We don't want that accident to happen again, alright?" He mumbles in my curls.

"Okay, Niall. Ill see you later, then," is all I could say.

He kisses my head, leaving while he shuts the door behind him.

What does he mean "some things aren't meant to be said"? I didn't understand like I wish I had.

I was going to find out, though.

~darkness x