It's Saturday morning and Niall's laying in bed thinking about his night with Harry. He understands that maybe it wasn't the best way to start a relationship with someone but he honestly just couldn't help himself. Something about Harry makes him lose his mind and lights a fire deep inside his body and Niall's addicted. He's addicted to Harry to which could be the reason why Niall would find himself in that god awful club every Friday night. Harry. Just thinking about Harry isn't enough for Niall. He needs more. But he wants it in the proper way. He doesn't want Harry to think that Niall is only using him for sex because that's far from the truth. Niall wants to know more Harry. He wants to know what Harry likes and dislikes. He wants to know what Harry is like outside of his job. He wants to know Harry personally. He wants to know what it feels like to wake up to Harry in his arms. No scratch that. He needs to wake up with Harry in his arms. Niall grabs his phone off the night stand and sends Harry a text asking if he's free tonight. Niall sits his phone down next to him and gets a reply less than a minute later. He grins when Harry's text says that he's free along with his address and Niall starts to plan their date.
Niall finally pulls himself out of bed and practically crawls to the bathroom to shower. He takes a good while to get dressed until he hears someone banging on the door. He hurries to get dressed and curses under his breathe because who could possibly be at his door this early in the morning? Niall makes his way down the hall of his apartment and opens the door and there stands Louis and Liam, hand and hand, with wide smiles on their faces. Niall lets them in, ready with all the questions he's about to be asked. Liam pulls Louis to the couch and sits down while patting the seat next to him for Niall to sit down.
"So," Liam grins, "we missed you last night. You didn't come back. Care to explain?"
"Oh I know what happened." Louis smirks.
"And what happened Louis?" Niall askes, interested in what Louis is going to say.
"You, Niall Horan, got laid last night. By Harry."
Niall shifts in his seat because well Louis is right but he doesn't want to say it out loud because he feels it's disrespectful to describe his night in that way.
"I'm taking Harry on a date tonight."
Liam looks up from playing with Louis' hands and smiles widely.
"Niall that's great! I know how long you've fancied him."
"So if you guys could please leave, I have a date to plan."
"Alright alright we'll go." Louis stands up shoving Liam off his lap only to grab his hand and drag him out the door.
"Good luck Niall!" Liam yells back.
Niall chuckles to himself softly as he comes to a decision on where to take Harry for dinner tonight. Because Niall's a gentleman like his mother raised him to be, he sends Harry a text telling him he'll pick him up at seven.
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It's six o' clock and Niall's hands are sweaty as he makes his way to his car. The air is chilly yet warm and calming which helps Niall with his nervous just a little. Niall always found good weather calming when he's nervous. He starts up his car and makes his way to Harry's apartment. Harry lives a good five minutes away which could be nice if they ever become serious and Niall asks Harry to move in with him. It's a thought Niall has about the near future but knows he shouldn't rush things. Niall finds Harry's apartment building and pulls into a free space. He shuts the car off and takes a deep breathe as he steps out. Niall makes his way up the stairs and finds Harry's apartment number almost instantly. He only has to knock twice before Harry opens the door. Niall is in awe of how beautiful Harry looks when he's clothed. Niall's practically drooling at how Harry's skinny jeans compliment his thighs and his shirt is only buttoned up half away and Niall can see Harry's tattoos on his chest. Wow he's fit.
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Stripper (Narry)
FanfictionHarry is a stripper and he's all Niall can think about. The only thing is there's something about Harry's job that Niall isn't quite aware of yet. ps: this story is dedicated to my friend Victoria because honestly if it wasn't for her, I never woul...