One Direction Requested One Shots

Tell Me A Lie [Narry]

A.N.: This is a prompt from LifeOfDirectioners who wanted “a narry smut one shot where harry is like the nerd at school and niall is the popular jock guy” so that’s what this is! Enjoy the story!

Harry headed down the packed school hall, elbowing his peers when they didn’t move fast enough and receiving dirty looks in return. He finally made it to his locker and popped the combination swiftly, dropping off the books he didn’t need yet and tugging out the things he did. He felt eyes on him when he shut the door with a click but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. He had gotten used to being glared at and stared at. He leaned his forehead on the locker lightly as he mentally prepared himself for the day ahead and the assault he just knew would happen sooner or later. It always did.

Harry shouldered his heavy bag before he lifted his head and looked around himself surreptitiously to find out who was watching him. It was no one to his right so he twisted his head the other way and, looking to his left, he finally met eyes that found his. A tall, blonde haired, and blue eyed beauty was watching him, not with a glare but with interested eyes that grew brighter once they met Harry’s. Harry knew who he was, heck, everyone knew who he was.

With a perfect body and a perfect smile, Niall Horan was the definition of Mr. Popularity at Henry Barnet High School and the fact that he was looking at Harry was either a really good sign or a really, really bad sign. Harry hoped and prayed it was the former as he watched Niall hold up a hand to his friends to silence them. Niall suddenly pulled away from his gang with his eyes transfixed on Harry and Harry’s heart felt as if it was literally in his throat because Niall Horan’s attention was all on him. Some people passing by turned to watch with interest as Niall sauntered right up to Harry and turned him so Harry’s back was against the locker that had just been shut. Niall smirked up at Harry, like the cat that got the bird as he let his palm graze teasingly down Harry’s chest.

“Hi there,” Niall hummed, tugging Harry’s bag off his shoulder and dropping it to the floor before he spun around and pressed his back to Harry’s chest. “It was such a long weekend.” Niall groaned, pressing back into Harry as he raised a hand to touch the side of Harry’s head. He let his fingers graze down Harry’s cheek as he ground his hips into Harry’s. “And I missed your curly locks.”

Harry barely muffled the whimper that got caught in his throat as he stiffened against the cold lockers. His breathing was stuttered and shaky and no rational thought passed through his mind. Niall leaned further up, pressing his lips to the corner of Harry’s mouth lightly and, in an instant, it was as if there was no one else around except for them. There was no one walking past in the hall and Niall’s group of friends wasn’t avidly watching. That was Harry’s biggest mistake.

See, in the hierarchy of high school, Harry wasn’t anywhere near the top of the food chain. No, Harry was somewhere near the middle, but lower than the average, whereas Niall was at the top, King of the Hill, and he was the secret – or not so secret – desire of most of the student body, Harry included. So, now that he had Niall’s body pressed close against his and Niall’s lips inching closer to his, Harry was being painfully oblivious. Niall’s fingers wound their way into Harry’s hair and he tilted Harry’s head down so it was in reach and Niall could finally press their lips together.

Harry let out a moan at the feeling of soft lips pressing against his, a moan that Niall swallowed down greedily before he suddenly pulled away both from Harry’s mouth and Harry’s body, spinning around so he was face to face with Harry and Harry felt woefully naked in front of the now painfully obvious crowd. Niall smirked at him maliciously before whacking his hand against his friend’s stomach. “Look at that!” Niall roared, pointing at Harry’s crotch where his clothed erection was evident. “I fucking told you he would pop a bone!” Niall and his group collapsed in a pile of laughter, along with many others in the hall and Harry flushed a dark shade of red, feeling heat behind his cheeks.