Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 18

Harry~

"Hey, you."

"Hey."

"Still mad at me?"

"No, Niall. I still don't like it," I admit. "But if it makes you happy, then i'll just learn how to deal with it."

"Why do you hate it so much?"

I pause, trying to find a way of saying why without actually giving the reason. "I don't like the idea of people hitting other people. Makes me cringe." I cringe. "See?"

He chuckles. "I see that." He grabs my hand and squeezes it lightly. "I'm going to be okay, Harry. You need to know that."

"What if something happens? What if one day you're not okay?" I feel my eyes blur. I squeeze his hand tighter.

He flexes his muscles, trying to lighten my mood. "I am a pro, babe. I won't."

Normally I would've smiled, but I couldn't this time. "I'm being serious, Niall. Anything could happen."

He frowns, putting his arm down. "I didn't want to say this, but I guess I have to. I'm fighting whether you like it or not. You have no say in it. Understand?"

I grind my teeth together, narrowing my eyes on him. "I guess I have to now, don't I?" I stand up from the chair and run down the steps without further commentary.

I can't believe Niall is acting like this. Why can't he just see that i care about his safety? I love him too much to see him get hurt.

What? No. Did I just say I loved Niall? I stopped at the bottom of the steps, gripping the hand rail. I did. I love Niall.

But I can't tell him. I have no idea if he loves me back. We've known each other for only a couple weeks now. We had a rough start, I know, but I came to love him. The gentle side, the out of control side, the stubborn as hell side. All of it. All of him.

I hear footsteps coming down and I look up, seeing blond hair. I take on step up, wanting to meet his eyes.

"Har-" I cut him off with my lips. I move them against his and he responds with as much sorry as me. I slide my tongue against his bottom lip, begging for entrance. He clasps my neck in both hands and brings me closer, accepting my plead. I take hold of the back of his hair, bringing me in deeper.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, sucking on my neck.

"I'm sorry," I repeat. I bring his face back up and peck his perfect lips again. "I'm so sorry."

He rests his forehead on mine, his breath shaking on my lips. He's so close, I can hear his uneven intakes. His chest rises up and down.

"I've never felt like this." He puts both his hands on my waist, bringing me closer. "Kiss me." He pauses, closing his eyes and reopening them. "Please."

"What?" I questioned him because the desperateness in his voice surprised me. He knows he can kiss me. Why is he suddenly pleading for it?

"Kiss me." He breathes slower and slower, pressing his chest against me.

I brush my lips against his, feeling how close he is to me. I grab the cloth of his shirt with my hands and pull him in, pressing my lips. It feels like the worlds stops. The air stiffens. The room grows warmer.

Niall pulls away, keeping his eyes closed, furrowing his eyebrows. "That feeling," he breathes heavily.

"What is it, Niall? Am I doing something wrong?" I ask.

"No, Harry, no. It's.. It's a spark. I've been feeling it every time we kiss. It doesn't go away."

"Do you want it to go away?"