October / mini fic [narry]

10/22

"Halloween is in less than one week. What do you want to dress up as?" Harry asked me as we walked around the costume store, his body about two feet away from mine as he carefully scanned the racks. The store was rather large, having about forty different aisles which were stacked with masks, costumes, wigs, makeup, and everything in between. We were currently at the back of the store, looking through the several different masks that covered the back wall.

"Why do I have to decide right now? You haven't even picked out your costume, Harry. Do you even know what you want to be?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Hell, yeah. I'm going as a Packer. I just have to get a helmet and I'll be good." He answered, looking at me for only a second.

"You are not going as a Packer." I told him with a roll of my eyes, looking around the shelves as we strolled.

"And why not?" He responded, grabbing onto my hips and pushing me against the wall, between masks.

"Because no one will know what the hell you're dressed as, Harry. Why don't we match our costumes this year?" I asked him softly, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pulled his body closer to mine.

"Like a duo?" He whispered, and I felt his hands tighten on my hips. His lips were only inches away from mine, our noses nearly touching. I was one lucky son of a bitch to have Harry all to myself.

"I guess you could say that." I mumbled back to him, shutting my eyes. Silently, I prayed he would lurch forward and kiss me so passionately and so deeply that I would feel like I was floating.

"What duo would you want to be?" He said lowly, his hands sliding around my hips and down some ways to grab at my ass.

I sucked in a sharp breath at his sudden actions, shaking my head slowly. Harry was never really like this in public. He would kiss and hug me, even wrap his arms around my shoulders or hold my hand. But never, ever would he make moves like this. He would never grab at me or press me up against walls. Since it was happening now, I was just completely taken aback, and honestly a bit embarrassed. There weren't many people in the store to see though, since it was nearly ten at night, but I still was embarrassed. If a worker saw, I would have to see them later when we checked out. Maybe there was a security camera on the ceiling where they could see everything.

"I have no idea, Harry." I whispered and reached my hands up slowly, setting them on either side of his neck. "Just give me a second to think.." I paused, looking down to our feet. I was surprised to see that I couldn't actually look at our feet and all I could see was Harry pressed in between my legs. "Um, what about a cop and a prisoner?" I asked, slowly trailing my eyes up Harry's body to meet his eyes.

Harry chuckled softly, shaking his head as he grabbed my wrists. "Cliché much?" He mumbled, and in a few swift motions my hands were on his waist and he was tilting my chin up towards the ceiling.

"Well, I don't know...We've never done matching costumes before. I don't know what the cliché's are and aren't." I mumbled softly, groaning out a quiet moan as Harry began sucking into my skin.

After a few seconds, another costume idea popped into my head and I bit into my lip to suppress a moan. "Batman and Robin." I said quickly, gasping deeply when Harry began sucking harder. He lifted his head quickly, looking down at me with that fucking smirk of his. The smirk that made me feel like he knew what I was thinking. The fucking smirk that made me give him all of my power.

"Cliché as well, babe." He mumbled softly and leaned forwards again, but instead of connecting his lips to my neck, they met my lips.

I moaned softly against his lips, my hands gripping at his hair. After a few enchanting seconds of our lips rocking against each other, another costume idea revealed itself. This one, I hoped, wasn't as cliché as the others. I quickly pulled my lips away as my hands gently pushed him back by his chest, not hard enough so he was completely out of reach. Just far enough so that I could look at him and speak. "Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World." I mumbled with a wide grin.

"I love it." He said and chuckled, setting his hands on my cheeks and pressing them together. "I knew you would think of something, pumpkin. We just need to find you a wig. Your hair isn't long enough to be Garth."

"Wait, why do I have to be Garth?" I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"Because Wayne has brown hair and, well, so do I."

"But it was my idea, Harry."

"Niall, I'm Wayne. It's would be cheaper, and it just fits. We can't show up at the Halloween party with you dressed as Wayne. It wouldn't look right." He said softly, brushing his thumbs over my cheeks. "Plus, we all know that if Wayne and Garth were gay, Wayne would be the top. And who tops in our relationship?" He asked with a half smirk-half smile on his face.

I playfully rolled my eyes before I looked at him, unable to keep the smile off my face. "You do." I mumbled, laughing softly as I slowly pulled away from him. "Let's just go get the stupid wig."

"You need glasses too." He said after he wrapped himself around me, following along behind.

We walked to the wig section of the store, the two of us separately strolling up and down the aisles so we'd cover more ground. I took a mental note of ones that looked pretty similar, rather than just grabbing them off the shelves and having to return all of them later.

"I found one!" I heard Harry yell from the next aisle over, a wide grin on his face as he ran around to the aisle I was standing in.

I chuckled as he came jogging over, holding it up in the air. "It's perfect." I told him as I grabbed the wig from his hands, quickly kissing his lips. "Thanks, babe."

"Well, of course. Our costumes have to be perfect. So now we need to get you glasses." He said and grabbed my hand, quickly dragging me towards another aisle.

"Sorry, babe. I already have glasses at home." I reminded him, pulling him in the other direction. "So, let's just pay for this thing and go home.

"Wait. You need a shirt. We need to stop at another store." Harry quickly said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he pulled me against the side of his body. He was warm nd I couldn't help but to lean in even closer to just feel the comforting warmth engulf me.

"I can borrow one of yours, Harry. Let's just go." I whispered, resting my head against his shoulder as we walked towards the check out counter.

"Well, I need a hat." He said quickly.

"Borrow one of mine, Harry. It's fine. We have everything else we need at home." I told him softly, kissing his cheek quickly.

"Fine." He muttered, moving his arms to wrap around my waist as he walked behind me. Harry kissed and bit at my neck as we walked up to the counter, the woman raising her eyebrows at us as I set the wig down on the counter.

"This is it?" She asked, annoyance clear in her tone. "You two have been here for two hours."

"We were trying to figure out our costumes." Harry quickly told her, removing his arms from around me. I watched as he dug his wallet out of his back pocket, digging out some cash.

"Mm." She hummed, almost sounding disgusted and disinterested.

Harry rolled his eyes as he handed her the amount owed, taking the bag from her hand a bit harshly. "Thank you for your wonderful service. We will definitely be coming back." Harry said, sarcasm lacing his words.

I couldn't help but smile at him as he guided me out of the costume store, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder as we stepped out to the parking lot. "God, I love when you get annoyed. You're so cute to me, but intimidating to others. It's adorable, honestly." I told him with a soft chuckle, making him playfully roll his eyes.

"Shut it, pumpkin." He mumbled and leaned in, gently biting my cheek. I laughed and lifted my hand up, pushing his face the other direction. Harry laughed in response and turned his head back to look down at me, our eyes meeting. "So, pumpkin spice lattes?" He whispered, kissing my temple.