Forgotten

Ch 21

Niall**

I watch as Zayn throws his fist into Harry's face. Everything in the flat goes silent, and Zayn just looks down at him, and spits, "Fuck off. Take him to your place."

I feel my eyes begin to water, and I sniffle a little. Someone looks at me, and Harry's head whips toward me. He scrambles to get up, and takes long strides across the room to get to me. He pushes me to his chest as the tears begin to stream down my face.

He doesn't want me anymore.

He hates me.

Harry picks me up and carry's me to his car,

"Aw, little dude's crying" Someone says, and that just makes me cry harder. I sob into Harry's shirt, and he lays me in the backseat. I pull my legs up to my chest and cry the whole ride home.

What if Harry is just using me again? And just wants me so Zayn can't have me. Maybe that's why Zayn hates me now.

I feel my body shut down from lack of sleep, as all these questions rack my brain. 

"NO!" My eyes fly open, and I see Harry on the floor shirtless, thrashing around. "Don't leave me! Please!" 

I jump off the bed, to see im only in my briefs, and try to shake Harry awake. "HARRY!" I shake him and his eyes flew open, he looks at me and frowns, grumbling something, and closing his eyes again.

I dont know what he said, or care, but he's still panting. So I wedge myself under his arm, and listen as he breathing begins to even out. After about ten minutes, I decide he's fine, and drift to sleep.

When I wake up, I feel Harry's hands in my hair, and purr alittle at how good it feels. I look up at him, and he smiles lightly. "Morning,"

"Hi," I smile, yawning. I missed this, sleeping with him right there. I missed it alot.

I stand up to stretch, and see that Harry's watching me. I look him over, and my eyes stop when I see how low his pajama pants are resting on his hips. I feel myself harden, and turn away. Harry takes two strides and is in my face, staring down at me with hungry eyes.

He pushes against the wall roughly, and a moan escapes my lips. He dips his head down and kisses my neck, hitting my sweet spot over and over. He takes a finger, and traces down my chest and stomach, and reaches down to palm me through my pants. I groan, and arch my back alittle.

It's been awhile since I've been touched, and God this feels so good. He reaches around my hip, and grabs my bum. He tugs at the waistband of my briefs, and I give a moan of approval as he tugs them down to my ankles. My hardened length springs free, and he takes me into his hand. I moan as he begins to stroke me, and arch my back, pushing myself more into his hand. 

I moan, and my hips buck as I feel myself about to explode. I want more. I want all of him, not just this. More.

I need more.

He leans back from my neck to stare at me hungrily, and I can tell he needs this too. I crash my lips on his, and push my tongue into his mouth. His pace quickens and I feel myself about to explode.

I moan into his mouth, and tilt my head back. "H-harry.. I'm gonna.. uhh.." I moan arching my back impossibly, trying for more contact.

His teeth attack my neck lightly, "Come for me baby"

And at that, I come undone. I spurt the warm liquid all over our stomachs. 

I look up at him, and this isn't enough. I reach down and wipe off his stomach with my shirt, and lean in to kiss him. I wrap my arms around his neck, and push our bodies together. I push him towards the bed, and crawl on top of him, straddling him. 

I lean down to kiss him, and grind my bare bum against his completely erect manhood. He moans into my mouth, and his hips buck slightly, begging for contact. I lift my body lightly, and before I can, he's tearing his pants down to his ankles.

He flips us over, and begins to kiss down my chest and waist. He positions himself, so he's lined up with my entrance. He pushes a little and I groan as I feel myself hardening again. 

"Fuck.." he growls and pushes into me, until there's nothing else to push in. I pull him down to me, and he begins to rock. He pushes in and out of me, and I arch my back losing my hands in his hair.

"Oh.. Harry.. fuck!" I moan as his pace quickens, and I beg "More"

His thrusts become faster, and more sporadic, and I know he's getting closer. I pull his lips to mine, and kiss him, moaning into his mouth. 

"Fuck, Niall! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" He moans, leaning down to my neck. He thrusts harder and faster, the friction of our bodies on my length maks me moan. I come undone on both of our stomachs, and he groans as I repeat what he said to me.

I lean up, and shisper right in his ear, "Come for me baby." 

He makes one final thrust,"Fuuck!" he groans, practically yelling. He spurts the warm liquid into me, and collapses next to me.

"I... I love you Niall." He pants, and in that moment, I think I can forgive him enough to love him back.