Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 32

Niall~

Training.

Training.

Training.

That's all me and Harry ever did. He would help me practice for the fight against Noah. He would hold several pillow in front of him and I would punch them as hard as I could. He would jog with me every morning, so I stay fit. He would watch my diet, so I stay healthy.

He was amazing.

I didn't think he would come back to me. Why would he? Harry may have forgiven me, but I could never forgive myself. Even if I was drugged, I still kissed somebody else. It happened, and that will never go away.

"You okay, Niall?" Harry asks, holding up the pillows in front of his chest.

"Um, yeah. Sorry." I punch the pillow hard.

"Stay focused. We want to win, don't we? Now try to extend your elbow out more when you hook the jab," Harry says.

I smirk. "Woah. Where did you hear to do that?"

He shrugs. "I've listened to Lee train people plenty of times. Picked up on it, you know?"

"I see. Well, thank you, my little helper." This was so cute of him. I loved how his curls would bounce up and down every time I punched the pillows. And when he would wince, but still held on for me.

His cheeks reddened. "So, the fight is tonight. Think you're ready?"

"Born."

"That's my confident man! Just remember; stay focused, punch hard, save your energy, and kick that son of bitch's ass. Are we clear?"

"Yeah."

"Are we clear?" Harry's voice grew louder like an army general.

"Sir, yes, sir!"

"Good!" He slaps me across the face.

I held my cheek, my mouth hanging open. "What was that for?"

"Making sure you were awake," he says.

"I am!" I pounced on him and we fell flat against the bed. "The question here is, are you awake?"

"Yeah," he answers with a yawn.

"Oh, Harry. You ran five miles with me today! Maybe you should sleep.."

"No. I want to.." Another yawn. "Help you train for tomorrow. Please?"

I pecked his full lips and stood up, putting the covers over his body. "Angel, go to sleep. I can bust out some push ups or something."

I begin to leave, but Harry's voice made me come back.

"Stay."

"Okay. I'll do them in here, then. Hey, I have an idea." I wrap Harry up in his blankets like a burrito and set him on the floor, placing a pillow behind his head. He looked perplexed, but my eyes told him it'll be okay. I took my shirt off and might have flexed a little, watching my boyfriends eyes watch me intently.

"I could be in bed," Harry mumbles, fidgeting on the floor. "What are we doing? If you're having your way with me, I'm full warning you, you won't get the full works. I'm tired so ill probably just.. Lay there."

"Oh will you calm down? We're not having sex. Wasn't it enough for you in the kitchen?" I wink.

He blushes. "I could go for another round, actually."

"Another time. You're helping me."

"But I thought you were going to train by yourself right now?" Harry asks me.