Marry Me [Narry]

Part Two

The bed beside Harry was cold and empty when he woke up and the weight on his chest was completely gone so he reached around the bed, trying to find Niall but he just wasn’t there. For a moment, Harry freaked out, sitting up quickly and snapping his head around before he realized how foolish he was being and he laughed at himself a little because Niall’s clothes were still strewn around the room and it was far too early for anyone sane to be going anywhere but the bathroom and the kitchen.

Harry slid off the bed and put on his boxers, scratching at his sticky stomach as he walked out of the bedroom. He made a detour to the bathroom to clean himself up – noting that Niall wasn’t inside – so he continued on his way down the hall, poking his head into the kitchen next. “Niall?” Harry called out into the room, scratching at his head absentmindedly. “Are you in here?”

A hand suddenly popped up from behind the island, waved around for a bit before it disappeared. “Down here,” Niall hummed in a low voice and Harry walked around the kitchen until he could see Niall sitting on the floor with a steaming mug of tea in his hands. He was wearing one of the two discarded button up shirts to cover him up along with a pair of boxers and, judging by the rolled up sleeves, Harry guessed it was his own shirt Niall had thrown on.

Niall smiled up at him, jerking his head to the side as if to tell Harry to sit with him and Harry quickly sank to the floor beside Niall, knocking their knees together lightly. “Morning,” Harry leaned in and twisted his head and Niall pecked him, tasting of mint and brown sugar.

“Good morning, lover.” Niall purred, nudging his nose against Harry’s lightly before he pulled away to take a sip of tea.

“I love it when you call me that.” Harry mumbled, throwing an arm across Niall’s waist before he tucked his face into the crook of Niall’s neck, nudging the tip of his nose up and down his skin slowly. “What’re you doing up so early?”

“Being nosy,” Niall moaned softly, arching his neck to give Harry more room. “Poked around the house a bit…was nice to have free reign.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Harry laughed into Niall’s skin, tilting his head to catch Niall’s mouth fondly as he tangled their legs together. Harry pulled back after a moment to nip at Niall’s bottom lip before he murmured against his mouth. “Gemma said it was bad luck to see each other before the wedding but, god, they went overboard.”

Niall hummed in agreement and fingered the rim of his mug unconsciously. “Liam was absolutely insane, wouldn’t even let me go to the bathroom alone. Granted,” Niall shrugged nonchalantly. “I did sneak out of the bathroom window by the second day but I just wanted to go out without armed guards at my side.”

“I getcha,” Harry nuzzled back into Niall’s neck, plucking the mug from Niall’s slack fingers to take a long drag before he pulled a face and handed the tea back over. He liked his a lot less sweet than Niall did.

“Want me to make you a cuppa?” Niall offered as he took in Harry’s reaction but Harry just shook his head, reaching out to lace his fingers with Niall’s. “You sure?”

“I’m good, love.” Harry leaned his head against Niall’s shoulder, stroking his thumb lovingly over the back of Niall’s hand. “I really just wanna kiss you.”

“That so,” Niall grinned at him before he slithered away from Harry, crawling across the tiled floor until he knelt in front of the sink and he reached up to dump his half full mug into it.

He let the mug fall next, clanging ceramic against stainless steel, before Harry grabbed at his waist lightly, tugging him around and Niall let himself be guided until he straddled Harry’s thighs, knees pressing against the cool floor. Niall drapped his arms around Harry’s neck, grinning at him lightly before he swept low to kiss him and Harry cupped his sides, tugging him impossibly closer.