that's for my boyfriend! ▸ narry

▸ oh no, louis the one with a bondage kink

"of course we can," harry grinned.  "the only issue is if you're embarrassed about lovemaking.  see i haven't had time to soundproof these walls and the bedroom is right next to my dear neighbor, mrs. chesterfield."

"on the other hand you could give me a tour of your apartment, pookiebear," niall commented, grinning wide.

"but of course, sweetcheeks," harry retorted.  "on your right is the kitchen, and just beyond that is the dining room.  on your left is the living room.  there's a songwriting room and a gaming room but for now i'll show you the main attraction.  the bedroom."

if niall had expected harry to have a posh, obnoxiously decorated bedroom with throw pillows everywhere he would have been sorely disappointed.  almost everything looked as though it had come straight from an ikea catalogue.  if niall had to guess, he'd say everything had been bought at ikea.  the only things in the room that weren't from ikea were a couple of picture frames of harry and what niall assumed were family and friends, an old moleskin journal, a shelf filled with grammys, and the bed.  it was a large plush bed with a comforter the color of sangria.

"i see, like many who have entered my bedchambers, you are entranced by the bed," harry smiled, slyly.

"of course.  it looks as though this is the comforter you used when you got your first period."

"but it isn't my dear because, as anyone with a sister knows, blood dries brown."

"maybe you're just an ax murderer."

"you'd love that, wouldn't you."

"me?  oh no, louis the one with a bondage kink."

"spilling secrets of your friends, are we?"

"louis posted a picture of me as liam.  consider it payback."

"ed snores."

"that's not payback, that's adorable.  wait.  does that mean that ed sheeran slept here."

"yeah, he's a friend of mine."

"next thing you know you're going to tell me you know taylor swift."

"i do actually.  lovely girl, unfortunately she doesn't swing your way."

"well lucky for you, i don't swing her way either."

"ah.  is this your way of making advances on me?"

"course not, according to devin you're the one who fell in love with me 'the minute you saw my radiant face at tesco's'," niall mocked, grinning.  "'you couldn't resist asking such a gorgeous, charismatic young man on a date.  and after a matter of weeks we were boyfriends.'"

"that is literally the most stupid love story i've ever heard."

"well your pr team made it up."

now it was harry's turn to grin, "actually yours did."

"i don't have a pr team."

"louis tomlinson had a theory that we met at tesco's.  and my pr team simply embellished it."

"if he was a part of my pr team he'd be fired for being a lazy ass.  anyways, he's currently unemployed."

"if he's lazy and unemployed than what does he do all day?"

"reblogs shirtless gifs of you.  writes smut about you.  he lives a very wholesome life.  oh, and he's very religious.  every day there's a holiday worshipping his god, who goes by the name of harry styles."

"that's  stupid.  there's no religion based off of me."

"your fangirls are basically religious fanatics.  to them you're god.  most of them believe more in 'narry storan' than jesus."

"that's unfortunate.  i'm a terrible role model.  why don't they just believe in ed instead, since he's obviously perfect?"

"they do.  he's the ginger jesus."

"you're joking."

"nope, i am one hundred percent serious."

"well.  i feel as though i now know a ton about you."

"well then, harry, why don't you tell the class what you learned?" niall teased.

"as a matter of fact i will.  i have learned that you love pop music, or if not pop taylor swift and ed sheeran.  you love donuts and banter.  you like cute nicknames, nobody just randomly has pookiebear on hand.  and louis is basically your favorite person."

"well i learned something too, you're not as amazing as louis said you were."

harry makes a loud, indignant squawk of protest, "i am too as amazing."

"whatever you say curly."

and with that harry began to chase niall through the apartment.  and niall thought to himself that, yeah, maybe this wouldn't be too bad.