Niall's POV
Harry drove us back to my house for him to shower. It didn't faze me that my home has naturally become like a second one to him. Neither did mum, who probably thought of Harry as more of a son than she thought of me.
I didn't even have to tell her that we had started dating. She knew before I even had the chance. She said that she knew we would date ever since she met him. She was most likely planning our marriage by now. It wouldn't surprise me if Harry's mother was in on it as well.
I had of course met her before Harry and I becoming official but when I met her as Harry's boyfriend, I was extremely nervous. Harry found amusement in this, saying that I was seriously overreacting, even though he was even worse when it came to him meeting my mum as my boyfriend.
We walked into the house, heading straight for my room, where Harry had gone to grab a change of clothes. He had some of his clothes at my house so he was able to change.
As it was freezing outside and I was there for a while watching Harry play football, I had been wearing a pair of sweatpants and Harry's hoodie. It was quite big on me but it was much warmer than anything that I owned. I changed out of the sweats and hoodie and fixed my hair that had been messed up in the wind in front of the mirror hanging on my wall.
Just as I had finished getting dressed I heard the bathroom door open to reveal Harry. I swallowed, eyes scanning over the drops of water falling from his hair and onto his naked torso, his lower half covered by nothing but a towel.
My mouth went dry and I looked away before Harry noticed me staring or I got a little...well, excited. Judging by the way he had laughed, I could tell that he knew what I was thinking.
It wasn't as if I was too innocent to think about sex. I definitely wasn't. I just didn't think Harry and I were ready to do things like that, as we hadn't even been together for that long. Though that didn't mean that I didn't thoroughly enjoy what I was seeing.
"U-uh, I'll go and wait outside," I muttered, looking everywhere but at him. As I walked past him, I felt one of his hands grab my wrist and pull me back.
"No, it's fine. Sit back down," he said and gently pushed me back towards the bed.
"Harry. I don't--"
"You don't have to look. I just wanted to give you the option."
He was such a dick.
I looked away as he changed, the bright colour of my cheeks not fading as I heard him shuffling around the room.
"I-if my mother walks in, you're going to have to e-explain what's happening," I told him, hearing him let out a laugh.
"Okay, I'm done," he said after a couple of minutes, alerting me that I no longer had to hide my blushing cheeks. I turned my gaze back to him to see that he was now dressed and was working to fix his messy damp hair. I couldn't deny that I was kind of disappointed that he was no longer half naked.
"You ready to go?" he asked, cutting me from my almost dangerous thoughts.
"Y-yeah," I replied. I didn't think I could get the image of a nearly naked Harry out of my head but I didn't particularly want to.
"We're getting a lift from Louis and Zayn. Is that okay with you?" Harry was worried that I was uncomfortable with Louis and Zayn's bluntness, yet I had actually become close friends with them. The majority of Harry's friends remained loyal to him but he had lost some and it was good that he had people like Louis and Zayn who didn't leave his side.
No one dared to mess with Harry though, as the majority of the school were terrified of him. Most would leave me alone as well, obviously them being close to Harry previously had let them know that Harry wasn't the best person to mess with.

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Code Black (N.S)
FanfictionHarry Styles and Niall Horan. They were two different people. Harry was straight, homophobic and popular, Niall was gay, bullied and unpopular. Everything was normal for the two boys, until one day, the two boys were forced to stay together during...