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

The Start of ZIAM!!

Nialls POV

I awoke at around seven with Harry still past out beside me, snoring lightly with my phone tangled in the sheets between us. Last night got pretty intense between the two of us, between lustful stares, total boners, and slightly grinding on each other. It was getting me a little hard just thinking about it....

Harry's snoring ceased and his beautiful eyes opened, his green eyes sparkling in the morning light.

"'Morning" Harry greeted me.

I smiled and kissed his forehead, "Morning honey."

Harry wrinkled his nose up comically at the name, "Don't call me that, its emasculating."

I frowned at him mockingly, "I'm pretty positive that you don't have to worry about being masculine any more." I chuckled, "I mean around me, of course." I added.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, oooookay."

"If it makes you feel better you can kiss me." I offered, smirking at him.

Harry sighted, "Well, I suppose so..." He drifted of and came closer, leaving no space between us and resting his hand on my arm. His lips no sooner touched mine and he found himself flipped over on his back with me hovering over him, kissing him.

Harry whined beneath me and breaking the kiss, "I thought I was kissing YOU."

"You did, but now I'M kissing YOU." I smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes and submitted himself to me. Things got heated pretty fast, but eventually I had to pull away.

"We got a plane to meet babe." I said and winked.

Harry sighed, frustrated. "Ni, you always let me get so caught up in it."

I shrugged, "Sorry I'm so hot."

Harry rolled his eyes, "You know that's not what I meant Niall."

"Gee, thanks pal." I said sarcastically.

Harry chuckled, "You idiot." He joked.

"Its the hair, isn't it?" I joked back. Harry laughed and I got my suite case out of the closet, "Ready for the US of A?" I asked, throwing it onto the unmade bed.

"You'll be there, right?" he asked.

I nodded, amused.

"Then of course I'm ready. Ready for anything."

I raised an eyebrow, "I'll pretend that made sense and start packing."

Harry was flustered, but decided to shut up and started to pack as well. Good choice Harry, good choice.

About a half hour later we were all packed up and ready to go. And by that; we were on the messy bed, making it messier in an intense make out session.

I pulled away, "Are you ready to go?" I smirked.

Harry was a little aroused, okay, a lot, but he laughed at what he knew I had pulled on him and nodded, getting off the bed and attempting to straighten out the bed.

"Harry, don't bother." I told him.

Harry just shrugged and got his suitcase and started to the door. I caught his arm and pulled him back to me, kissing him sweetly and leaving him stunned.

'Yes Harry. I know. I'm a damn good kisser.' I thought and smirked at him, walking ahead of him to open the door.

I walked out ahead of him, to be greeted by a couple stalker fans, who started screaming as we opened the door. I laughed, "Stalkers, aren't you?" I asked the small group.