Code Black (N.S)

53. (!)

Niall's POV

"Niall! Wake up!" I opened my eyes to see that I was still with Harry. He was sat up straight, both of his hands were placed on either side of my face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that I wasn't aware had fallen. I slowly sat up so I was more level with his height, wrapping my arms around him and bringing our bodies closer.

"You okay, angel?" he asked after about a minute of staying in silence.

I thought back to the reason we had both woken up so abruptly, almost flinching at the thought. I tried to ignore the negative feelings that were triggered by my dream. Instead, I remained focused on Harry's hand that had moved and was now running up and down my back, obviously sensing I was hurting. 

"I-- I don't w-want to talk about it," I murmured. The thought of speaking about whatever was going through my head seemed unbearable, even though I knew Harry wouldn't judge. 

"It's alright, love. I'm right here. I love you, Niall," he responded, kissing the top of my head.

He lay on his side, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist and let me lay my head in his neck.

~

I wasn't sure when I fell asleep again but I eventually woke up. We had moved in our sleep and were no longer cuddling.

I got out of the bed and exited Harry's room in order to get a drink. The first thing I noticed when I walked into the kitchen was the bright yellow paper that was sat on the bench, placed right beside what looked to be a bottle of pills.

Hey Harry or Niall,

I went out with some friends and won't be back for a while. I was going to wake you up but you were too busy cuddling anyways.

Harry, mum dropped off your pain medication so take them when you wake up.

-Gemma.

I took a drink and grabbed a glass of water and two of the pills for Harry, before walking back up to his room. He seemed to have woken up before I entered and smiled at me when he saw who it was that opened the door.

"Gemma's gone out with friends," I told him and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

He said nothing as he moved over to sit beside me, taking the glass and pills from my hands, groaning a little in pain once he had swallowed the pills and placed the half filled glass on his nightstand.

I moved forward and pressed my lips to his, completely catching him off guard. As soon as he realised what had just happened, he began to kiss back. Kissing Harry had become a familiar thing for me. Naturally, in the beginning of our relationship, we were both unfamiliar with each other's bodies. Now it felt like second nature, like I didn't even need to focus on what I was doing.

I got up and sat in his lap, cautious of the wound, before connecting our lips again. I became aware of how inappropriate our position was when I felt Harry shuffle uncomfortably underneath me. 

"O-oh. Do you need help with that?" I asked him but he shook his head and pulled me back to kiss me again.

"I'm not going to force you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. We're going to move at your pace, okay?" he said.

"Y-yeah. I may not be able to go all the way b-but we can do other things," I responded, looking him straight in the eye and trying not to blush.

"Are you sure? I admit that it's been hard not doing anything with you, especially when I'm always tempted to fuck you senseless," I blushed at his choice of vocabulary. "But I'm willing to wait for you. Take as long as you want to. It takes two people to agree to something like this and I refuse to make you go through anything you aren't comfortable with."