Code Black (N.S)

Epilogue (!)

Harry's POV

We had finally graduated. Nothing really special happened at the ceremony but I was extremely grateful that I was now finished with school. Mum and Gemma were immensely happy for me. To be honest, I felt like they were surprised that I was even able to graduate.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when I felt arms tightly wrap around me and lips softly kissing mine. Obviously Niall.

I kissed him back with just as much love as he was giving me. I didn't even care if we were surrounded by other students, regardless of all the judgemental people that were probably watching.

"I-I'm so proud of you, Harry," he whispered softly after he broke the kiss.

I hummed, my hands sliding down to rest on his hips, going rather dangerously low but I wasn't about to grope my boyfriend in public, surrounded by not only other students but both of our families.

"I'm proud of you too, love," I replied softly, my face merely inches from his.

"I shouldn't have even graduated. I spent more time at home than I did at school," he frowned.

"I wasn't just talking about school, angel. You've gotten so much better and I'm really happy for you. But you also did so much better than me in school, so you deserve to graduate more than anyone else here."

"Thanks, Harry," he mumbled, his pale cheeks turning pink.

"I'm g-going to talk to the others. Be right back," Niall said, motioning to where Ariana was calling him over.

I nodded and watched as he walked away, the grin still on my face. The more time I spent with him, the more I fell in love with him. 

~

Months went by after that and I was finally a legal adult. I felt the exact same as I did when I was seventeen, the only difference being that I could now drink legally. I didn't really drink much anymore, so it didn't make much of a difference.

My group of friends and Niall's group of friends, who at some point had simply merged into one group, were at my house for a little, seeing as though I didn't want a huge party.

Soon enough, everyone except Niall had left. Pretty much as soon as I shut the door behind them, I felt Niall press his lips to mine hungrily. 

"Been waiting to do this all night," he muttered against my mouth, his hands rising to tug on my hair roughly. 

I let out a soft laugh, though couldn't exactly blame him because I too had been eager to be alone with him. 

I pressed his body to the door and kissed him back roughly, my hands moving to rest on his hips. I instructed him to jump and wrap his legs around my waist. 

He did as I wanted, allowing me to carry him up my stairs and into my room. I lay him down on the bed, laying on top of him, my right hand next to his head so I wouldn't crush him with all my weight and my left hand rubbing circles in his waist.

He groaned desperately, tugging on the bottom of my shirt in attempts of telling me to take it off. I chuckled at his eagerness and stood up from the bed to take my shirt off. 

We had done this a few times by now. We were starting to get more comfortable with each other, so it was slowly starting to become second nature to us both. 

I reached forward and sat him up so I could successfully remove his shirt. I pulled Niall's jeans and boxers down, kissing his stomach slowly before throwing his clothes to the floor.

I opened my cupboard and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. I threw both items on the bed, them both landing next to Niall's head.

"Can we n-not use a condom this time?" he asked, briefly showing the shyness that he rarely ever felt around me anymore.

I nodded. "If that's what you're comfortable with," I told him, throwing the condom somewhere in the room, not even caring that I would have to look for it later. I kissed Niall again, feeling his bare erection press against mine, which was still confined in my jeans.

He groaned, making me wrap a hand around his hard length. His laboured breaths and small whimpers were the only things heard. He was beginning to get impatient, so I knew I had to hurry. I picked up the half empty lube bottle and coated three of my fingers in it.

I placed my index finger at his entrance and began to slowly push in. He let out a soft groan but he was silent aside from that. I slid a second finger in with the first, before slowly thrusting them inside him. This most definitely wasn't the first time we had sex but I still wanted to make sure that he was comfortable.

I added a third and continued my steady pace of thrusts. My fingers brushed against his prostate, causing him to let out a groan, which he muffled with his hand. I reached up and pulled his hand away. 

"No need for that, love. No one else is home," I told him.

As soon as I knew for sure that he was ready, I pulled my fingers out and removed my skinny jeans, my boxers coming off with them. I coated my length in a generous amount of lube before moving to kneel between his legs.

I leaned down and connected our lips together, before pushing inside of him. He let out a strangled moan at the intrusion, huffing as I stopped to let him adjust to me. He was soon ready and thrusting his hips slowly, letting me know that he was ready for me to start moving.

"You're so beautiful," I breathed out, staring into his lust ridden blue eyes.

"Love you," he moaned out, angling his hips so my thrusts go deeper.

"I love you too."

It took me another short while to relocate his prostate, him hissing out as soon as I found it.

"Fucking hell, Harry," he groaned, his voice trembling a little.

I lifted his legs and placed them over my shoulders, his feet digging into my back but I paid no mind to it.

I would never get used to this. Regardless of whether or not we were having sex, I just loved the feeling of being near Niall. Sex was great, obviously, but having Niall with me always felt amazing. 

Looking down at him, I felt my heart soar in the most cliche way possible. The sight of him was enough to make me feel on top of the world. He meant everything to me.  

"Harry, I-I can't--" he cut himself off when he reached his climax.

He clenched around me, making me let out a particularly low moan and thrust into him deeper, before I reached my own high. I pulled out of him and lay back on the bed, pulling his body to lay on top of my own equally sweaty body.

"I love you, Harry," he breathed out, the large smile never left my face.

"I love you so much more, angel."