Stripper (Narry)

Eleven +

Niall's concerned, he's worried. Harry's made the effort to get out bed but Niall knows that he isn't happy. Harry's upset and Niall can see it and he hates seeing Harry hurting. Harry's not really talking and he's distant and Niall's scared. He's worried that Harry might shut him out completely or leave.

Niall's laying in bed and the sun is shining in his face, it's early, he's not sure how early though. He turns over to throw him arm over Harry's waist but only emptiness, Niall sits up and pulls himself out of bed towards the living room. He finds Harry on the couch, staring down at the floor. Niall sighs and walks over to the couch, sitting down next to Harry.

Niall's silent for a while because he's not sure what to say. He doesn't want to say something that upset Harry even more or make him leave. He sits and ponders what he's going say. Niall feels helpless because he's not sure how to help Harry, how to help Harry see that he's beautiful and worthy and loved. Harry tends to put up a few more bricks even after some have been taken down.

Harry's like an onion you could say, you have to peel him back a layer at a time and you have to be patient with him. Niall's quite the opposite, he's more of an open book and maybe that why Niall and Harry work so well together. They balance each other out and they just fit.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" Harry hums, not taking his eyes off the floor.

"I don't like seeing you like this. I don't like seeing you hurt Harry," Niall says, turning to face him.

Harry doesn't move. He doesn't flitch when Niall moves closer, invading his personal space. He's quiet and he's thinking. He has a million thoughts running through his head and he's not sure how to process them all. Zayn's violated Harry's personal space and Zayn can't seem to leave Harry alone and Harry hates it. He hates it and he's not sure how Niall is still with him, how Niall can deal with Zayn's unpredictable actions.

And- and it's because Niall loves Harry. It's because Niall loves Harry and Niall's passionate about it and he's not afraid to show it. He's not afraid to show the love he has for Harry and that he wants nothing but the best for him. Niall loves Harry and it's everything. It's everything Harry could ever ask for.

"Harry please talk to me," Niall begs.

Harry looks up at Niall, tears forming in his eyes, "I'm sorry Niall. I'm sorry I'm putting you through this. I know I should talk to you."

"I promise that I won't let Zayn touch you. I won't let him ruin us," Niall says, pulling Harry onto his lap.

Harry smiles, "I love you."

Niall cups Harry's face and pulls him down to kiss him, it's soft, passionate, and it lingers, leaving Harry wanting more, "I love you too."

Harry kisses Niall again and it's deeper and messy with teeth crashing together and hands roaming each other's bodies and Harry's becoming uncomfortably hard. He grinds his hips down causing more friction, rubbing his cock against Niall's through his jeans and he's seeing bright colors and lust and love. Harry's in love with Niall and it feels like he's flying and falling all at the same time.

Niall bucks his hips up as Harry's grinding his hips down and Niall just wants to have is way with Harry but this is different. Niall wants to take it slow and show Harry how much he's loved and that he can be taken care of. Niall stands up, holding Harry as Harry wraps his legs around Niall's waist. Niall walks to their room and lays Harry on the bed, covering Harry's body in kisses as he takes Harry's shirt off. "You're so beautiful," Niall mummers.

Niall moves to Harry's neck, sucking and kissing the love bite forming. Niall moves his lips down Harry's collarbone to his chest to his stomach. He leaves small sweet little kisses along Harry's stomach then giving his attention to unbuckling Harry's belt. Niall pulls Harry's pants off only leaving him in his boxers.

"Niall," Harry breathes, "Please."

Niall slips his fingers in the waist band of Harry's boxers, kissing his waist line. He pulls them down and throwing them over his shoulder. Niall kisses the inside of Harry's thighs, moving to Harry's hard length. Niall grasps Harry's length and tugs, catching Harry off guard.

"Shh it's alright babe. Let me take care of you," Niall breathes.

Harry nods and Niall tugs on Harry's length a few times before taking Harry in his mouth. Niall swirls his tongue on the head, dipping it in the slit. He takes in more of Harry, tugging on what he can't take in his mouth. Niall picks up a slow pace licking and sucking, earning a loud muffled moan from Harry, "Oh- Niall."

Harry's on fire and he's sweating. He's feeling nothing but pure pleasure and stars. He loves Niall and Niall loves him and he's on cloud nine honestly. Harry's lucky. He's lucky he found Niall, he's lucky he found someone who loves him so deeply and cares enough to help him with the things he couldn't do on his own.

Harry bucks his hips up causing Niall to groan. Harry's close, he knows he is and he's sure Niall knows too because Niall sucks and tugs a few more times before pulling off with a 'pop'. Niall goes to reach for the lube inside the bedside drawer, pulling it out and opening it to coat his fingers. Niall slides two fingers into Harry's hole. He's tight but not too tight as Niall moves his fingers in and out. He leans down to kiss Harry on the lips, curling his fingers causing Harry to moan into his mouth.

Niall adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch Harry out just a little bit more. He curls his fingers one last time, earning a moan as he pulls out. Niall coats his hard length with lube and lines it up with Harry's hole. Niall pushes in as a moan escapes his lips. Harry wiggles his hips as Niall waits for him to adjust. "Niall. Move."

Niall nods and thrusts slow and hard, slowing picking up a steady pace, "So fucking beautiful," Niall moans.

Harry's a moaning mess and Niall's in love. He picks up his pace, keeping it passionate and gentle. Harry can feel the heat pooling in his stomach and he knows he's close. Niall can see that Harry's close so he reaches down and grabs Harry's length in his hand, giving it a few tugs. Harry arches his back and he's coming and he's loud and he's on a high. Niall thrusts into Harry a few more times and he's coming now. He thrusts into Harry, riding out their highs and pulling out when the sensitivity becomes all too much.

Niall falls onto the bed beside Harry, pulling him into his chest. Harry curls into Niall's chest, leaving small little kisses across his chest. Niall sighs with content and pulls Harry closer into him, "Harry?"

Harry looks up, meeting Niall's bright ocean blue eyes with his wild forest green ones, "Hm?"

"I love you. You know that right?" Niall asks.

"Of course. I love you too. I always will," Harry replies.

Niall smiles, he smiles because he knows. He knows he's found the one. Harry's the one and it's all Niall needs to be sure about anything and everything.