Boundless Love {BoyxBoy} Narry/Ziam(Short Story)

The Band Now Knows

Nialls POV

Hours later I looked at Harry from across the dressing room. As fate would have it, Harry and I got to share a dressing room. Fine by me. After all, I said "GOT to share a dressing room". Not "HAD to share a dressing room. Seriously, I don't mind seeing Harry undress. (;p)

Harry was getting dressed, (boo), but he frowned at his reflection as he slipped on his shirt.

It was a bright red and it clashed horribly with his beautiful green eyes.

"Niall," Harry whined to me, "This shirt makes me look ugly!" He groaned and stripped it back off.

After I had thoroughly checked him out I looked over at the rack of secondary options for him. They were all some shade of red, or bizarrely ugly shirts. Our dressers get paid well, should really know what to give us to dress in, not....this.

I slipped on my own shirt and glanced at my rack of clothes. "You can wear one of mine." I told him.

"But what if I want that one?" he asked, pointing at the shirt I was wearing. My favorite 'Crazy Mofos' one.

I grinned up at him, "Then I guess you'll have to come and get it." I suggested.

In a couple strides Harry was across the room and right in front of me, his hands on my hips and pulling me closer, our groins pressed up against each other.

God, this shocking kind of contact made me crazy. "Harry," I protested weakly, "We gotta go on in ten minutes. We gotta hurry."

"Well, I'm a firm believer in quickies." he told me and winked, taking my shirt off me and putting it on himself. Seeing Harry in my shirt was a drool worthy sight, but I had to keep my composure. Hehe, this would make the "Narry" fans crazy, and it would probably start up a ruckus with the press.

I gulped, turning back to the rack and selecting a random shirt and pulling it over my head.

I looked at what it read, nothing but a rainbow homosexual flag. How fitting. If Harry wearing my shirt wouldn't start rumors, this sure would. Perfect. Maybe if things got too "compromising" Harry and I could "unfortunately" come out. Hardy har har. The sarcasm is real.

After getting everything in check, we walked on stage, the crowd screaming our names, or just screaming in general. I grinned out out the crowd.

"Hello out there!" Harry greeted, his accent thick. He got several thousands of screams in response. Its amazing how crazy our fans can me, but I love it.

Harry grinned, walking over to me to whisper in my ear.

I stumbled back, "No, you ca-" I started to say.

Harry cut me off by grabbing me by the arm and pushing me roughly against him, "You're the only one I want screaming my name." he stated thickly.

The fans burst out in crazy screaming and I could hear instant sobs. Harry looked behind him, a look of bewilderment on his face. "Huh?" He said into his mic.

Some fans started going crazy with "Narry."

"You just said that into my mic." I snickered at him.

Payback is a bitch.

Harry thought quickly, recovering like nothing happened, introducing our first number to the crowd. He just smirked at me from across the crowd and started singing the intro to the song.

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After several whispered turn-ons, (with my mic out of the way of course-lesson learned.) from Harry and lots of hungry stares from across the stage, also from Harry, we ran off stage. We were high off of adrenaline and hyper.