Harry's POV
I lay in bed thinking, thinking about a certain Irish lad, Niall.
I've loved Niall for so long.
Knock knock
"Hazza can I come in" Niall asked while knocking on my bedroom door.
"Sure" I mumble.
"Can I use your shower mines not working right" he pouts.
"I ahead" I encourage.
Oh god what have I done, now Niall is naked in the bathroom nest to me. How do I put myself in these situations.
I look around my room for my comb and try to fix my hair since we have an interview in a few hours, but I couldn't find it, and that's when it hits me. It's in the bathroom with Niall!
Okay just go in get the comb and run out not hard, right?
I go into the bathroom and hear Ni humming a melody that's so sweet, I don't even realize that I take off my boxers and start to crawl into the shower with him.
He doesn't notice me until he turns around to rinse his hair and when he does he stumbles a bit back in shock.
"Harry what-"
I cut him off by kissing him harshly and melts into the kiss, our naked body's pressed close together.
I pulled away realizing what I just did and ran out of the shower pulling on a towel around my waist.
Niall got out of the shower and pushed me on the way and whispered in my ear.
"Yore not going anywhere, I've waited to long for this"
And with that we were lying on the bathroom floor now covered in shower water and sweat.
I should have let him use my shower ages ago!
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1D one shots
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