Code Black (N.S)

26.

Harry's POV

I was sat on Niall's bed. The blond sitting cross legged beside me, blue eyes peering into mine with an almost innocent look on his face. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It was as if he were the only other person in the whole world. Well, he was the only one worth looking at. 

His eyes seemed bluer than usual, almost glowing and piercing right through me, and I was perfectly okay with that. I trailed my gaze down to look at his lips, which looked more kissable than they ever have and I couldn't contain myself anymore as I grabbed his face and pressed my lips against his.

He seemed to have frozen in shock. He remained still and I wasn't sure if he was going to kiss me back or not. Regardless, it felt right. There was nothing about this moment that I didn't think was right. 

I felt everything. The sparks. The butterflies. Even the damn electricity that seemed to be running through my veins. 

Thankfully, I eventually felt his lips move against mine, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he let out a deep moan against my mouth.The sound that left his lips made my pants tighten, though instead of pushing him away in fear of making him uncomfortable, I slipped my hands down to his waist and pulled him onto my lap.

I slowly pulled his shirt off, disconnecting our lips for a second to remove the clothing, kissing him again as soon as the fabric was removed.

He moved his hips against mine and I suddenly became aware of the fact that he was also getting turned on.

I disconnected our lips again briefly, pushing him back into the mattress and climbing on top of him, effectively trapping his body underneath mine. I stared down at him, his cloudy eyes staring back at me and I felt something run through me, a feeling that I had never felt before.

"I love you, Niall."

~

I opened my eyes, seeing that the room was still dark. I was out of breath as I recovered from the dream I had just woken up from.

Niall was still in my arms and I would have been happy about the proximity, though my hard on was so close to touching his thigh.

Thankfully he was still asleep, otherwise I was sure he would have noticed my excitement. I was glad that it was only just a dream but there was a part of me that wished that it wasn't. Wished that it was real.

I shook my head, hoping to forget those thoughts, wondering why I had this dream in the first place. Of course, the dream itself was confusing but I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed it. Thanks to the way biology worked, I couldn't even attempt to say I didn't like it.

I knew that if Niall were to wake up and see anything, it would most likely make him uncomfortable, so I willed myself to push the thoughts away and focus on things that I didn't find appealing.

My eyes flickered to the clock on Niall's nightstand, seeing the bright numbers displayed that it was around four in the morning and it was still rather dark in the room. I knew that it was way too early to get up but I wasn't sure if I would be able to fall back asleep now that I had woken up. Particularly after the dream I just had. 

However, the thought of spending more time laying in bed with Niall was enough to keep me in the bed, wrapping my arms around him again. 

He let out a soft sigh, and I looked over at him, just barely being able to make out his features in the dark and I felt my heart begin to race again. There was something about him. I couldn't help but notice that. He already meant way too much to me. 

I thought back to what had happened previously. The letter still in my thoughts and I felt my heart start to sink. The thought of a younger Niall reading that, knowing that he would never see his father again, was painful. 

I was supposed to have gone to school after dropping him off after my football practice. He had stressed how I should be taking my education more seriously than pointless things such as his well being, as though I would have been able to leave him after what I had just found out. 

The fact that Niall trusted me with something like this was something I held close to me. After everything I had done, and everything I will have to do to make it up to him, knowing that I knew this part of him was indescribable.

I respected him a whole lot more after this. How this boy was able to go through what most would describe as hell, and still be able to live on was nothing short of a miracle and I couldn't help but admire him a whole lot more.

 With that thought, I let out a breathe and closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would soon catch up to me.

Niall's POV

I opened my eyes and had fortunately awoke peacefully the next morning, which was rather strange, as I was usually awoken by a nightmare or something similar.

Harry was still asleep as though nothing had happened. He hadn't really said much about my father's letter and I could assume it was because he didn't really know what to say.

A part of me was glad that I let Harry read the note from my father but there was still a fear in my mind. It wasn't that I didn't trust him but I had never shared that with anyone, not even mum had ever read that note. I was extremely protective over it, this letter was after all the last piece of my dad that I owned. I didn't know why I was so okay with Harry reading it. 

Although I was hesitant to let him read it, I guessed that this was my way of showing Harry that I trusted him and I was happy that I let him see a small part of my past, that I allowed him to understand.

I looked back at him, not believing that someone like him would spend most of his time with me. He could have been spending time with people that were way more interesting than I was, I didn't know why he wanted to be around me so often.

Saying that, I wanted to keep Harry to myself as much as I could. I loved having him around and I felt like I was safe when he was there.

It was painfully obvious that I had feelings for Harry. It was almost as if everyone knew about them, everyone but Harry. Thankfully, that meant I wasn't too obvious about my feelings. There was no way in hell he would like me back, telling him would only make things awkward.

My thoughts were cut off as he began to move, his bright eyes opening and slowly adjusting to the light. How could he look so painfully adorable but incredibly hot at the same time?

Harry's POV

I slowly woke up, stirring as I did so. The dream I had beforehand was still fresh in my mind. It wasn't something I could easily forget.

I gently sat up and locked eyes with Niall. He seemed as beautiful as he was in my dream. If it were possible, I would say that he was getting more and more beautiful every time I saw him, as incredibly cheesy as that sounded.

"Morning, Niall," I mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," he replied, his accent seeming much thicker than it previously did and I had to admit that it almost turned me on again.

My arms immediately wrapped around his small frame, resting my chin against the top of his soft hair. He smelled sweet, not particularly manly but it was Niall and maybe that was why it felt so addictive to me.

I realised I had been hugging him for what seemed to be too long and even though I was enjoying it, I didn't want him to notice my hesitance to let go.

I just hoped that I wasn't making it obvious.