Can You Feel My Heart?

8: Perfect As The Mona Lisa.

Niall huffed as he washed the dishes. Harry invited Niall over to his house for dinner and Niall was stuck with dishes duty. Niall couldn't help but love the house though, and he was excited. Niall was staying over since it was now 10:30 at night and he had no classes the next day, and Niall wasn't sure what would happen. 

"You almost done, Ni?" Harry called, wondering what was taking Niall so long in the kitchen. Harry was sitting on his leather couch, skinny jeans on and red socks on his feet. It was a little warm, so he had a thin black shirt on. 

Niall was wearing shorts and a shirt, and he was thinking about putting on a jumper. The air conditioner that Harry had on was blasting air from Antarctica. That's how cold it was. 

"Yeah, just one more glass." Niall answered, scrubbing at the top of the glass and then down the sides so that th fingerprints and mouth prints were gone. 

"Done." Niall smiled when he walked into the lounge room, plopping his body down next to Harry's. 

"Good. Now I can do this." Harry smiles, wrapping his arms around Niall and placing a kiss to his temple. 

"And what's so important about doing that?" Niall questioned, turning his head to Harry, raising one eyebrow. 

"So that it leads to this." Harry whispered, planting his lips on Niall's. Niall immediately melted into the kiss, his senses exploding. He could taste the mint Harry recently had on his tongue and he could smell his apple conditioner. 

Harry  loved kissing Niall. It was now his number one favourite thing to do. After the awkwardness when Niall first came over, the two got better 'acquainted' with one another’s mouths. Harry also loved to make Niall moan, groan, gasp, he loved to make Niall give off whatever noise he could. Especially moans. They were the hottest things in the world when they spilled from Niall's mouths. And this is only from kissing. 

Harry can't get the picture of him and Niall out of his mind, wanting to desperately make love to Niall. Harry had to calm his thoughts to stop his "little" friend from making an appearance, and to stop Niall from freaking out. But, by the way things are going, Harry wouldn't be surprised if Niall was exactly the same as him. 

"Master Styles? Do you need me to— " Louis cut himself off when he saw the heated make out session on the couch, and if he knew Harry, it would soon turn into something more.  

Louis eyed the blushing blonde boy after the pair pulled apart, his mind littering with questions about the boy. Is this the famous boy who Harry took on a date? This... Niall?

"Introductions may be in order I suppose," Harry said after clearing his throat, "Niall, this is Louis, my butler and best friend." 

Niall quickly stood up, walking over to Louis and putting out his hand. "Nice to meet you." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Niall." Louis said, shaking Niall's hand in return. "Harry talks about you a lot." Louis teases, watching Harry blush. 

"I do not." Harry retorted, huffing and glaring at Louis. Some best friend. 

"You talk about me?" Niall asked, releasing Louis' hand and spinning around, a grin on his face. 

"Yeah." Harry replied, walking over to Niall and wrapping his hands around Niall's lanky waist. 

"That's cute." Niall responded, moving his arm up so that he can bop Harry's nose with his index finger. 

"No it's not. I'm not cute, I'm sexy. Harry Styles doesn't do cute." Harry argued, crossing his arms over his chest.