Chapter Nine
August comes around way too quickly. The days where the sun and the rain clouds play chase quickly turn into days where the sun and the occasional clouds play hide and go seek, which in turn becomes consistently sunny or lightly cloudy days.
The constant warmth on my back is nice, I conclude. Sometimes, I think that I prefer the dark gloomy days over the bright sunny days but at times like this I do appreciate the soothing warmth beating down on me.
Or maybe it’s just the days like this when Niall and I are cuddled up together on the roof of my ridiculously large house for one—for two if you count all those countless nights where Niall has stayed the night and take into account the accumulating amount of Niall’s clothes and other necessities. We climb out of one of the windows and spread out a blanket over the rough roofing tiles over my bedroom and simply lie there. Sometimes we bring finger foods up here to feed each other. Sometimes we bring up books and snuggle against each other we they read. Sometimes Niall brings out his guitar and sings whatever song comes to his mind, whatever suits his mood and I provide a lower harmony. We are always in synch with each other and anything we do seem right; no it feels right.
Niall feels right.
So here we are, lounging on the sun on the rooftop, shirts long forgotten and both of us only clad in shorts. My shorts are pretty much the short shorts that the girls wear, barely coming down to the tops of my thighs. Niall is wearing basketball shorts, a pair of his usual Ray-Bans perched on his button nose. We are both slightly sunburnt and lips swollen and reddened from the heated kisses we have shared. The sun is about to slip past the horizon, showering the world with its red-gold glow and fading warmth.
“Niall?” I start to say, rolling over to my side so I can look at Niall’s mostly bare body.
“Yes?” he murmurs, taking off his shades.
“Will you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything that your big heart desires.”
“Make love to me.”
Niall is speechless for a moment, which in and by itself is quite the achievement.
“You sure?” he asks for confirmation. “’Cause I’m nothing, Haz. Just the run-of-the-mill teenage dirt-bag who’s not good for anything. I go ‘round on me motorbike and get tattoos every other week. People stay clear of me ‘cause they know, or thing they know, that I’m up to no good. You deserve someone special.”
“I love you, Niall. You are the most special person who’s ever been in my life.” There I said it, dropped the big L-word.
“I love you, too, Harry.”
Niall tilts his head up to capture mine in a tender kiss. I part my lips automatically, letting the sweet taste of Niall fill my mouth. Slowly, Niall rolls himself over so that he is lying on top of my heated body. He kisses any coherent thoughts out of my mind, knees nudging my own apart; I comply to his every wish. Niall smiles into the kiss as he trails his guitar-roughened fingertips up and down my naked torso.
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This Path Is Reckless
Fanfiction*NOT FAMOUS* Niall is the blond riffraff of the town. Harry is the typical good boy The path to their love is reckless but hey, what's life without some risk and adventure?
