DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 43// Need me

Warning: Smut

Things had been going pretty great, to be honest. Slowly but surely, Harry and Niall had gotten more used to the idea of parenting, and they had started excelling at it.

If you had asked Niall where he was going with his life when he entered college, he probably would've said that he'd end up drunk in someone's frat house.

But no, he had ended up with the love of his life and a young girl in a nice apartment. Oh, how college changes us all.

Niall loved being a father (although he knew he wasn't really her father, just a parent figure). Stevie had gotten used to Niall pretty soon, and developed a liking towards him. Niall was kind of the 'nice parent'. Niall would give her cookies if Harry had said no, and he'd smile sweetly at the curly haired boy when Stevie rubbed her victory in Harry's face.

Oh, the joy of children.

Of course, it wasn't always that easy. Sometimes, Stevie would cry the entire night, leaving Niall and Harry with no sleep at all. The mornings after such nights, Niall would arrive to class in the middle of a lecture, his hair uncombed and his eyes half-closed. 'Wild night?' his friends would ask, and he'd look at them cynically and answer 'You've got no idea.'

But hey, it's worth it. You get so much love in return.

Niall just wished that Stevie would take up less of their time. They had only had sex twice that month, which was not enough at all. Every time they'd come close to fucking, Stevie would walk in, or she'd be hungry, or she'd want someone to play with her.

Exhausting, really.

Now, Niall really loved that girl with all his heart, but he did not want her to come in between his sex life. They used to have great sex at least five times a week, and now Niall was lucky to get a kiss on the mouth.

So, Niall had made a plan. A great plan that would make Harry fuck him good without a doubt. A fantastic plan to finally get laid.

He had gone to Victoria's Secret and bought some panties and thongs. Harry thought Niall was attractive, and Niall was the bottom one, so he'd like to see those on him, right? At least, Niall hoped he would.

He was planning to light some candles and walk in wearing a thong and some stockings. He'd jump on Harry, and basically plead the taller man to fuck him the way he wanted to be fucked.

Great plan, really.

So that night, Niall had put Stevie in front of the television with some Netflix show on. He'd put some lasagna in the oven and all of his house work was basically done. So he put on the stocking and the thong, and waited in their bedroom for Harry to come home. Harry had class to five, so he'd arrive at their house at about five thirty. Then, they'd still have an hour and a half to do... naughty things, as one can call it, before Stevie would start saying she was hungry.

Perfect.

And Niall hoped his private time with Harry would be perfect, too.

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Unfortunately, it all turned out wrong. At least, not as Niall had expected. Harry had sent him a text that his lecture would take longer than usual, and that Niall and Stevie could have dinner without him if they wanted to.

What the actual fuck?

Nononono.

So, yet another plan that failed.