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beautifully antonymous

HARRY'S POV

Maybe it was his ridiculously azure eyes, or the faux high I felt rushing through my veins whenever I was within Niall's proximity. All I knew is that when I was with Niall, everything felt exhilaratingly refreshing.

He was everything I never thought I'd near or experience. He was my definition of turpitude, and that contrasted with my maxims.

"Open up your mouth baby. Now breathe in the smoke, feel it swamp your lungs, then let it out through your nostrils." According to my morals and cosmopolitan upbringing, what I was doing was illicit and ungodly, but it was Niall, and those were the connotations that accompanied him. I astoundingly found that quite fine; I even loved it- him.

"What have you done to me?" I questioned breathlessly, infatuated by the previously pale skin that is now flushed an ethereal rosy shade, and the now clouded eyes that drew me in the moment I gazed into them.

"Hmm, well I dunno? You tell me 'cause I've been thinking 'bout the same thing and s'fuckin' annoying. You're all sunshine and roses, 'nd I'm all . . . me. Never thought I'd be in a relationship with an angelic sorta' guy, but look at that, aye. "

"Angelic?"

"Yeah babe. Don some wings and you'd fool me." Niall then gesticulated a halo atop my mass of curls, and I couldn't help but giggle at that, which caused a fond smile to erupt on Niall's face.

"You're a fool."

"I'm a fool for you."

"Niall James, you did not just say that."

"Can't I be romantic for a change?"

"Oh wait 'till I tell Liam about this."

"You wouldn't . . ." I raised my eyebrows challengingly at that.

"Oh this is precious. Buff and brusque Niall Horan has gone all soft now."

"Only for you baby." I couldn't really contain my blush at that, which triggered a fit of 'awhs' and 'cooes' from the blond.

"Oh shut it." I squealed as Niall, quite literally, leaped on me, pushed me fully backwards onto the couch, and slotted his lips with mine, all at once.

"You're going to be the death of me Haz." Niall whispered, seemingly obfuscated, shifting the atmosphere from playful to a more sombre one.

"You're going to be the death of my parents." I laughed uncontrollably.

"So you're saying that if I stripped you naked right now and fucked you hard into the mattress, they'd freak out?" He teased.

"Undoubtedly."

"Would you?" He smirked wickedly.

"Undoubtedly."

"Harry!" Niall slapped my arm playfully.

"I mean who wouldn't freak out, in a good way, if notorious Niall told them that?" I amended.

"Hmm, well said."

"So . . . about what you said." I ran a finger down Niall's unclothed torso, rousing goosebumps in my wake.

"Baby you're insatiable." Niall chuckled.

"Well, can you blame me?"

"I guess not. I'm the same when it comes to you. Now c'mon, let me bring my words to life."

"Really Niall?" I scoffed.

"Do you want my dick or not?" Niall asked seriously.

"I do." I replied with widened eyes.

"Good, then I advice you to shut up and go to our room."

"Kiss?" Niall planted a hasty peck to my lips then patted my bum and gestured to our room.

"I love you, Ni."

"Love you too, Haz. Now off you go. I'll get the camera . . . I may have a plan that will leave your parents with an interesting evening."

I shook my head in response, a knowing look on my face.

"Only you, Niall."

"Shush you love it."

Let's just say that later that night my parents received pictures 'anonymously' of Niall and I in compromising positions, kissing and just loving each other completely. I was right about that heart attack after all.

A•N•

It's moments like these when I regret attempting to write fluff and decide that I should just stick to angst, regardless . . . thoughts?

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