narry drabbles

godforsaken more

THIRD PERSON'S POV

It started out as rushed meet-ups behind any closed doors they found to relieve some stress and pent up frustration due to the constant show after show cycle.

They could not catch a break in their hectic life, so they fell into each other.

It was easier since they were always together but at the same time it wasn't because they were not supposed to be doing this in the first place.

Maybe that is what made it so so exhilarating.

But then, it started becoming less appeasing as unwanted feelings began to sprout and the want for the godforsaken more empowered the original cause of this.

To Harry, Niall was everything he ever wanted but could not have, and that cascaded a haze on everything they were doing together.

To Niall, Harry was his chance to turn his mind off and body on and just fuck it out.

So, it was a chance to get away from complications until it became one.

The sugar Harry always tasted on Niall's lips and had no hard time devouring now felt so jagged, and it pierced his heart every time their lips met. Niall still remained clueless.

The burn Niall's fingertips left in their wake whenever he touched Harry's bare skin was becoming increasingly hard to ignore by the confused boy.

But Harry didn't say anything in fear of losing everything, and it scared him shitless because - suddenly - everything meant Niall.

Niall was not that daft though. He heard Harry's sharp intakes of breath whenever he touched him a little gently, a little lovingly, -deliberately - to get a reaction he found himself craving out of the only special boy in his heart. Niall caught Harry staring at their interlocked hands with mystified wonder and found himself smiling fondly at the adorable sight, but it did not really scare him as much.

He knew he loved Harry now, and he had no problem telling him that, yet he wanted the latter to admit it first.

Harry was finding the silence so so unbearable now. Especially when he was almost sure Niall loved him back. Harry did not know how was he supposed to tell him that he's in love with more than the feeling Niall gave him when they were doing ungodly things together, that he is in love with Niall himself. It did not seem as scary to him anymore though, so he knew he was at least going somewhere.

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"Niall?" Harry sat himself shyly on Niall's lap and only further blushed when he felt the arms he loved so much wrap around his waist almost immediately.

"Yes, Haz?" Niall was almost sure of the words that were about to escape Harry's lips and nestle deep within his heart. The words that would be the ethereal mark to their beginning.

"I . . . I um . . ." Harry hid his face in the crook of Niall's neck, embarrassed beyond belief.

"You . . . ?" Niall trailed off urging Harry to continue.

"I love you." Harry whispered.

"I'm sorry what was that? I can't hear you love." But Harry could tell from the elatedness in his voice that he did in fact hear him clearly.

"Don't be an asshole Niall, or I'll take it back." Harry huffed and lightly smacked Niall's chest.

"I love you too baby. I just wanted to hear you say it again. I have been waiting way too long for this." Niall pressed a loving kiss to Harry's forehead. He was sure he could not be more content than this.

"Well, why didn't you say anything then?"

"I wanted to know how it felt like having Harry Styles declare his love for me." Niall couldn't help but laugh at Harry's indignant expression.

"Why did I have to fall in love with an absolute jerk?" Harry sighed in faux annoyance.

"Do you really mind though?" Niall pressed another one of his bedazzling kisses to Harry's parted lips.

"No, not really." Harry placed his head on Niall's chest while the blond wrapped his arms tighter around him, both glad that they finally made both ends meet.

A•N•

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