Part Of Me - A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 23

( Niall's POV )

"What is it, Niall? Breakfast won't cook itself." Harry said, chuckling. I still don't know what to do. Harry sighed. "Wipe that drool off your face, bro." he said, laughing as he rock back and clap his hands like a retarded seal. "Bro? I prefer baby, thank you very much." I flirtatiously smirked. "Don't flirt with me, Horan." he blushed. "What's the matter babe?" I said. I pulled him closer to me. His face flushed brighter. Weird as it may sound, I felt proud of myself. I didn't know I could make a guy blush like that. And it was quite funny that my heart is racing along with his. Now I've decided to do what I'm supposed to do.

"Niall... what ar--" I cut him off with a kiss. His eyes widened. Though he didn't try to push me whatsoever. He just stood there. He didn't move anything but his lips. I moved closer, our bodies are now pressed against each other. This time, he closed his eyes. He moved his hand up and down my back. I shivered. He pushed me against the wall. This just turned wilder than I thought. I don't know why I wasn't moving away from him or grossed out because of what we're doing. I enjoy every second of this. I haven't felt anything like this with a girl before. It was rough and passionate but it was real. 

Harry gently sucked on my neck slowly. "Harry--" I moaned loud. "Your raspy voice baby..." Harry groaned. The way he said, oh it was so sexy. I'm now completely turned on. I moaned again. I felt my hard on. Damn, Harold! "Take my shirt off--" I said. "Don't talk." he shut me up with a kiss on the lips. He's so good at this. "Sorry I--" "Hush, baby." Shut it, Niall, shut the fuck up! Why can't I just stop talking! I think I'm just too nervous of what may happen next. He took off my shirt. He planted a trail of kisses all over my torso. He got down on his knees. I felt his tongue roam down my happy trail. I thrusted. A cheeky smile slowly creeped up his cheeks. Both of his hands wrapped tightly around my waist. He slowly puts down my pjs. I stopped him. He stood up. He smiled at me. "Sorry, that was a bit too intense, wasn't it?" He chuckled. "I'm sorry, Harry. I wasn't ready yet." I looked at him sheepishly. "Neither was I! Ew!" And he pulled a silly face. And we both laughed.

See, this is why I love him. He can make everything better. Yes, that's right. I love him. I have always loved him. It just took this goddamn long to realize that I love him, romantically that is, not just brotherly. 

"Come on!" Harry took my hand. We both ran down the stairs. "What do you want for breakfast, baby?" He emphasized on 'baby'. I laughed. "What?!" Harry pouted. "Sorry. I just... I need to get used to that pet name." He smiled. "Do you want some lovely toast? Since that's all you have left." He chuckled. "We gotta do some groceries today then." He looked surprised. "What?" I asked. "Nothing." I went to the kitchen counter. "I'm hungry. Hurry up!" I jokingly commanded. He glared at me. "Please..." I begged. "Get out of my kitchen!" he shouted. "Please, baby?" I pouted. He smiled sweetly. "This will be ready in 2 minutes. Go wait at the table." Then he made a shooing gesture. I just chuckled.

After a few minutes, Harry came with two cups of coffee and two full plates all on one tray. I quickly nibbled on my toast. "Niall!" he pierced. "What? I'm starving!" He let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes. "Do you think we should tell the lads soon?" I asked him. "They already know." he answered. "What?!" I nearly choked. "Well, they already know I'm gay so..." he just continued drinking his coffee. "But they don't know I swing for the same team now." I said. "Oh my god Niall! You're telling me you're gay?! No way bro! That's not rad, man! Totally not cool!" he slightly punched my right arm. We laughed. "Don't worry, I'm sure they will understand. They're our brothers after all." he reassured me. And we continued eating.

"This is insane." he said. "What is?" I asked. "All this." he simply replied. "Us?" He looked shocked. "Us?" he asked. "Are you saying..." he stopped eating. He looked straight into my eyes. His eyes were as bright as a diamond. "Are you saying we're..." I chuckled lightly. He's so adorable. I put my toast down. I stood up. He followed me with his eyes. I walked over to him and hugged him from behind. I cuddled him so tight that he would feel every word I am about to tell him. "I love you, Harry." He smiled. Tears were streaming down his face. "Do you really--" "I do love you, Harry. Much more than you could imagine." I told him. "You don't know how happy I am right now, Niall. I want to tell the world how much I love you!" he said to me. "Then tell the world, I don't mind." I replied. He smiled at me. Then he whispered, "You are my world. I promise you we'll always be happy together. I love you so goddamn fucking much, Niall James Horan." This is the happiest I've felt all these years. This is beautiful. This is perfect. I could get used to this... same love.