Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 40

Niall~

I'm sure they were clapping.

I'm sure they were cheering.

I'm sure they were in complete awe that Harry and I were finally married after everything we went through.

But I didn't notice.

Harry and I were in our own little world when we were together. All I could think and see was him. Even in a room full of crowded people.

All I feel is his lips on mine. All I could think about is how soft and warm they are. All I could hold was his fingers with a ring on his left hand. All I could handle was him in my arms forever. But forever.. Wasn't long enough.

"We're married.." He breathes. His forehead rests on mine and warm puffs of air reaches my mouth from his. He intertwines our fingers together slowly.

"Yes, we are. Are you happy?" I ask quietly, still forgetting the large crowd next to us.

"Couldn't be happier. I can't believe you did this. All this time, I thought we were going to get ice cream or something. But this.. This is way better." He chuckles, looking up to meet my eyes.

"So you're not mad then? That I surprised you with our own wedding? I was scared and-"

Harry places his index finger on my lips, silencing me. "Absolutely not. Yeah, I was shocked, but in a good way. I can't think of a better way to be married to you. This was perfect and you look amazing."

"Me? Look at you. That suit looks great on you. Too bad I'm going to have to shred it off soon." I smirk, grabbing his waist closer.

"Think you can handle me without my crane? Gotta admit, I feel a lot stronger. Like I can take on the whole world," he says.

"If you can take on me, then we are all good. You can take on the world after. I love-"

"Boys! Boys! Turn this way already! We want pictures!" I hear many women shout. I huff a huge breath and peck Harry's lips one more time before I turn, getting ready. Flashes of bright lights blinds us and I squint, trying to smile.

"Niall! You have to smile, sweetie!" I hear my mum scowl.

"Mum! You have all night to take pictures! Can't you all do this at the party?" I ask, hovering my hand over my eyes.

"Party?" Harry asks excitedly.

"Of course! There's always an after party after the wedding. Hence the name.. After party. Up for it?"

"Are you kidding me? Sounds awesome! Let's go." Harry tugs my arm along, but I stop him in front of a tent.

"Uh, love?"

"Yeah?"

"We have to change, babe." I motion him in and he drags his feet in. I smile and begin to take off my black jacket and setting it on a wooden chair. "We need to be comfortable to party."

"You're right. I'm just hyped! I feel amazing! And vibrant! And just.. Perfect!" He exclaims.

"Maybe because you are?" I snicker. "Hand me that shirt next to you? And you can keep your pants on, just change the upper half, angel."

Harry smiles and throws me it, beginning to strip his shirt off. And I groan.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks innocently. I know he really doesn't think much of himself, but he drives me insanely crazy. I wonder a lot how I control myself. Strong will? Or the will not to fling his body against a wall and have my way with him? I don't know. But it's damn hard.