DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 7// Block me

AN: Sorry, I should've updated earlier, but I was on vacation in Spain so yeah, I've only been home since yesterday. Slight smut warning, I guess... But keep up guys, next chapter things are gonna get really interesting (if you like smut, but I mean, what are you doing here otherwise) and maybe a tad dramatic afterwards... So the story is getting better! If you hadn't noticed (idk how you hadn't, but ya never know) this is mainly a smutty book, if you want a book filled with feels you should go and read my other book, My Anorexic Friend. Hope y'all still like this story! xx

Niall woke up, feeling amazing. The date with Harry had been absolutely wonderful. He hadn't expected Harry to be that type of guy, but oh, was Niall glad he was!

It's not every day you meet a hot ass guy, dominant as fuck and romantic!

Niall felt like he was living a fairy tale, because things like that didn't happen in real life. It was all too good to be true.

The date had been amazing. They had drunk wine, Harry had tasted the wine off Niall's lips... and they had kissed. A lot.

But they hadn't gone any further than that.

And somehow, Niall was glad. Because he had never gone further than that.

He was a virgin. Shockingly.

He hadn't told Harry yet, and he wasn't really planning on telling him either. He was too scared. He knew Harry wouldn't laugh at him, or anything, because Harry just wasn't that kind of guy.

But he was scared Harry wouldn't want him anymore.

Who would want a virgin?

They don't know what the hell is going on, or what the hell they're supposed to do. It's way too awkward to have sex with a virgin, isn't it?

Harry surely wouldn't want that. He'd find himself another boyfriend. And Niall didn't want that. Not at all.

Of course, maybe Harry wouldn't mind. But he couldn't be sure of that. Harry didn't seem like the type of person to just fuck around, then dump people. I mean, after all, he had asked Niall to be his boyfriend.

But did he really know Harry? Could he really be sure?

Niall knew he had to say it. He had to get that damn awkward conversation out of the way. But he didn't want to.

How do you mention something like that, anyway?

You just go like "Yo, Harry, I don't know when you're planning to fuck me, but I want you to know I haven't fucked anyone yet" ?

Great idea, really.

And when is the perfect moment? I mean they have barely been together for two days, was it too soon to mention something like that?

Then again, their date had been pretty soon too. And they had almost had sex that day, in Harry's room.

Argh, why are roomies so complicated?

He should've just found himself some rich ass fifty year old, so that he could drive around in Lamborghini's and wear Prada and Gucci.

Honestly, Niall's plans have been horrible lately.

Niall got out of his bed, and threw on some sweats and a T-shirt. Still deep in thought, he walked to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

Maybe some for Harry too.

Or nah.

As he popped some bread in the toaster, he heard the shower. So Harry had woken up after all. Which means preparing more food. Which means work.