Innocence

Chapter #5

“It’s so beautiful.” Harry breathed, a small smile creeping up on his soft pink lips.

Niall watched him admiringly, watching Harry as he fixed his hair easily, as if he wasn’t even attempting to make Niall swoon, much less notice it.

Harry never noticed how he makes Niall so overwhelmed.

“What is? The scenery or you?” Niall said, causing Harry’s face to become as red as the rose bush nearby.

The pair remained silent for a small amount of precious time, watching the world fly by them.

They were surrounded by nature of all kinds, small insects to crisp dark evergreen grass, and flower fumes intoxicating the air surrounding the lovely pair.

It was serene, all the two could’ve ever asked for.

They just wanted one another.

“I'm not beautiful," Harry sighed heavily, drowning his dulling emerald green eyes with the environment surrounding him.

Harry's never loved himself: he's depressed.

His feelings were chipping away rapidly as he thought of how he was the only thing that was taking away from the pleasurable beauty radiating off everything around him, especially Niall.

He was the most beautiful Harry had ever laid eyes on.

Niall was definitely the one reason Harry hadn't committed suicide, yet.

Niall felt in paradise but that one statement took away from all the happiness, to be honest.

He'd always try his best to make Harry feel peace at mind.

Niall needed to do something, quickly.

"C'mon Haz, we both know that isn't true. You're perfection to me."

Harry looked up into Niall's electrifying blue eyes.

“Prove it."

Niall smiled, genuinely for once.

He leaned in slowly, cupping the his pale cheeks, rosy from the chilly temperature.

He kissed him gently, whispering, "I love you more than I could ever love myself.”

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Harry’s eyes fluttered open, and to his ultimate surprise, a big smile was already plastered upon his bright face.

Something bubbled inside of him, the unknown feeling taking over his body, yet he enjoyed the sensation, allowing it to envelope him entirely.

As it all occurred, his self-conscious sent questions into his pondering mind, and these miraculously, Harry knew the answers to.

Why did I have that dream?

Harry smiled to himself even more, not knowing that was even possible at this point.

His insides were tingling in happiness, and this weird sensation that Harry had heard rumors in his early years: love.

Because I like, maybe even love Niall.

Do I want Niall to kiss me?

He nodded vigorously, his eyes glimmering at the thought.

Yeah, that sounds just about right.