loving you feels so right

10.

It's on a Wednesday when it happens, and the pair don't expect it to at all.

Wednesday being the only day Harry is free throughout the week, therefore being able to have a date night at his house.

Harry's been constantly busy with working on the new album, sorting out dates for when he decides to tour. He's barely had time to see Niall either, because he's been busy with work too- which he still hasn't mentioned what his occupation is.

And he wants to keep it that way.

When they were first linked with each other, Niall was scared that they would find out he's a stripper- it's not really something that would bring positive attention to the pair of them.

Niall will tell him in his own time.

But he often wonders why Harry hasn't asked him what he works as? Not that he's really complaining.

Tonight's date night is consisting of Harry cooking a meal.

Niall offered to help multiple times, but Harry would wave him off with the familiar phrase 'too many cooks Ni'

So while Harry cooks-and sings, in the kitchen; Niall relaxes in the living area, sipping on a foster's

He's never felt more awkward in his life.

"Ni, babe, could you set the table please."

There's a couple of placemats on the edge of the kitchen counter, silverware laid on top along with a couple of napkins. Niall's heart swells with happiness towards Harry, and how much effort he's put into this meal.

Niall collects the items and catches Harry's gaze, he shoots him a grin and returns to dishing up the food.

He's just about to collect his beer from the living room when Harry walks out from the kitchen, two dining plates in each hand.

Niall's eager to taste the meal that Harry's cooked.

Harry does the typical gentleman on a date cliché, pulling the chair out Niall to sit down in; then tucking him in to the table. Niall gets butterflies.

"It's beef stroganoff, enjoy"

They sit in silence for almost the entire meal, Niall only mentioning how good the meal is. But other than that, there's no conversation at all; making the awkward tension come through again.

"So, there's a reason why I suggested we have dinner here tonight." Niall lifts his head up to look at Harry.

"I've been nominated for best-selling album of 2015, at the VMA's" he explains, Niall's mouth opens in shock.

"Wow, Harry that's great news. Congratulations" He praises, Harry smiles at him.

"Thank you" he pauses "but I want you to come with me"

And wow, Niall was not expecting that to come out of his mouth. His mouth opens and closes, like a fish- he doesn't know what to say.

"I mean, you can say no if you want to. It was just a suggestion."

"No!" He blurts out, shrinking into his seat, shocked at his outburst.

"I'll come with you, if you're sure?" Niall timidly asks.

"I've never been more sure of anything Ni, I want you there moral support- and to also show you off. Now, lets clean up and watch some TV." Harry grins, standing up to collect the two dinner plates.

X

Niall isn't exactly sure how he ended up in this situation, well he is to a certain extent, because after all he did agreed to this, it wasn't forced. But what he isn't sure of is how him and Harry went from being cuddled up on the sofa, to having sex with each other in Harry's bed.

It's taking all of Niall's will power to push back the hair that's stuck to Harry's forehead, there's a glistening sheet of sweat gathering on his forehead. But if he's being quite honest the pleasure that's currently running through him is making it hard to focus.

It all escalated so quickly, they were watching a film quite happily. Then all of a sudden Harry began trailing kisses down Niall's neck.

Niall turned his face so that Harry could properly kiss him. Their mouths met quickly, and moulded together.

It took a painfully slow time for them to end up in Harry's bed, they took their time stripping each other of their clothes. But then it dissolved into urgency and want.

Their actions become quicker, the want and need for them to combine together as one, rising ever so quickly.

This was honestly not how Niall thought his day would end up.

He definitely didn't think that he would be sprawled underneath Harry, thrusting in and out of him with the same urgency as before. Gasps and moans pouring out of Niall's mouth when Harry reached that little bundle of pleasure.

He knows what this certain sense of euphoria means, he's close.

Harry's groans and grunts have grown from before. His movements are becoming more quick and desperate- desperate for a release. Niall slowly wraps his legs around Harry's waist, the heels of his feet numbly digging in to the curve of Harry's arse to allow him to delve deeper into him.

"You close?" Harry rasps, keeping his rhythm going. Niall only nods.

"Yeah, just- just keeping doing that, oh" Niall gasps when Harry brushes against his prostate again.

Harry wonders whether or not Niall can come untouched, he's relishing the way the younger boy is writhing underneath him,- eyes scrunched up in pleasure with his mouth open wide and the most beautiful sounds emitting from him.

He's on the verge of coming, but he needs Niall to come first- he's quite selfless when it comes to sex. Always determined to get them finished first, it's always been the same with his previous hook ups and regular one night stands.

He reaches one hand to grip the head board tightly, pushing with more force into Niall so he can finish- while slipping his free hand between their two bodies to grab at Niall's neglected dick, he begins pumping him while keeping up the rhythm. The moans that are now spilling from Niall's mouth are making Harry see stars, he can feel the way Niall's legs have tightened around his waist, the way the heels of his feet are digging into the dip of his back.

He honestly thinks that Niall looks beautiful underneath him, his face contorted in pleasure; likes the way his quiff has flattened down and stuck to his forehead- much like Harry's hair has done. Loves the way Niall's knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the bed sheet.

Harry's heart starts to race, feels the bile rise in his throat as he realises he isn't focused on the sex, all he's thinking about is NiallNiallNiall. It almost makes him go soft at his thoughts, but then Niall's clenching around him and releasing in Harry's fist, small but loud gasps spilling from his mouth and Harry soon follows, hips stuttering as he releases into the condom.

He waits a few moments to catch his breath before slipping out of Niall carefully, but can't help but notice the way Niall winces as Harry pulls completely out.

Rolling over he rolls the condom off his softening dick and chucks it in the bin, before settling himself of the bed. He can still hear Niall's short puffs of breath as he comes down from the after effects of his orgasm.

"Well" Harry breathes.

"That was... something" Now Harry himself is wincing, he's never one to be making awkward conversation after sex. But then Niall's letting out a breathy chuckle and Harry's heart does that little stutter again.

"Yeah, you were alright" Harry scoffs and with a weak attempt pushes at Niall's shoulder, even with his eyes closed he can see the smirk forming on his face.

He gives them both a little more time to catch their breath before he speaks.

"I'm a cuddler"

The bed shifts underneath Harry, his breathing stops momentarily until he feels Niall's arms wrap around his torso. There's a ghost of a smile on Niall's face as he gets comfortable on his chest.

His stomach flips and his heart stutters once more.

What has he gotten himself into?