Only to Dance (n.s.) [ON HOLD]

XIII

Niall's POV

I woke up the next morning with the sun coming in through my shades. I made a move to get up, but something was holding me, preventing me from moving.

I looked down at my bed to see that I wasn't using any pillows, but using Harry as a pillow. My hands were pressed against his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around my middle, his long, dark hair spread out around his head.

His warm arms made me feel content, and made me feel familiar all at the same time. His hands just felt right on me, similar to how someone else's felt. The man at the theater.

But that man wasn't Harry. Harry didn't know me that well then, and he wouldn't have worn a mask.

When I was caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed that Harry had woken up. I blushed when I noticed his forest green eyes studying my face, a small smile on his lips. His hands were still on my waist, but he started spreading out his fingers and softly drawing circles on my sides.

"Hello." He said, his voice deeper than usual, which made me blush even more.

"H-Hi Harry. W-Would you like some b-breakfast?" I asked quietly.

He looked into my eyes and smiled softly. "Yeah, sure, thank you." He said in his rough, sexy, morning voice.

I pushed off of Harry, still blushing from cuddling him all night long. I slept great, but I hope he didn't think I was too clingy or wimpy from last night and before.

He followed me into the kitchen, where we found Liam already sitting at the counter, dressed and ready for his first class.

"Hey Ni..." He started, then stopped when he saw Harry come into the room as well. "Oh, Harry."

"Hello Liam." Harry said.

I blushed for the millionth time this morning. "Uh, yeah, Harry stayed with me last night."

Liam nodded, still eyeing Harry, in his jeans from yesterday and without a shirt on.

He stood up from the counter. "Niall, can I talk to you for a second?"

I nodded and followed Liam into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and turned to me.

"So, Harry, huh?"

I tilted my head sideways, confused. "Yes? He j-just stayed the night. I-I had a rough day yesterday."

Liam lifted an eyebrow. "What happened?"

I pondered on what to tell Liam. I could tell him he truth about Josh and what he did to me, but I was afraid I would break down again, and Liam would probably try to kill Josh, and maybe end up getting hurt himself.

"N-nothing, I was just exhausted and h-he um... he helped m-me get home." I lied.

"Did you guys... y'know?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"W-what?"

"Did you have sex?"

I stared at home wide eyed, and felt my cheeks get very red. "N-no! Gross Liam! I-I barely know him!"

Liam chuckled, seemingly relieved. "Okay, good. Just be careful. Sometimes guys may seem sweet, and spend the night with you, but may expect more from you later on, remember that."

I nodded, not exactly understanding why he would say that. Yes, I did sleep with Harry in the same bed, but I don't think he would expect me to have sex with him because of that. He saved me from Josh's harassment, which must mean that he doesn't support non-consensual stuff like that.