A/N: This is the first chapter in this story that I've written in normal format. I thought about it, because as you know, it's the first time Narry meet and it's somewhat special, so here you go! Xx
☼ Third Person's P.O.V ☼
Tomorrow, when Niall woke up, he heard loud knocks on his door and he hoped that isn't Zayn, because he doesn't want to see him ever again. So he, as slowly as he can, steps towards the door and opens it.
Once the door are opened, Harry's jaw dropped. A fake blonde is standing in front of him. Blue eyes. Rosy lips. Cheeks flushed. That's all he needs to know, before he gasps realizing that, that blondie, named Niall is actually in his white boxers only.
Niall laughs at his reaction and pulls out a hand to Harry to shake and Harry, uncovering his eyes, laughs too and grabs his hand with full force causing Niall to almost trip over his feet. Niall glares for a second, but then steps aside and murmurs 'Come in'.
Harry steps inside and he is mesmerized how perfectly everything stays in their places in Niall's house. His house isn't a mess, no, but there's clothing on Niall's couch and some socks thrown over the chair in the kitchen. So, when Niall noticed, he quickly came there and pulled them off, throwing them further in the living room.
Everything Harry had done is smiling at him, widely, and even staring. Niall's so perfect, yet handsome. And he is only in his boxers and didn't bother to change when he saw Harry in front of his doorstep.
So far, Harry can say that Niall's confident, and he is Irish, and Harry 'accidentally' finds himself having a thing on Irish boys. Isn't that weird? Because Harry is sure he didn't had all these flips in his stomach when he was talking to other Irish boys, or mans, or whatever.
"Harry? Mate?" Niall seems worried and shakes Harry's shoulder, causing Harry to shudder under his touch but then he shook his head and looked at Niall.
"Yup?" He answers, plopping out the 'P'.
"You seemed off, little bit." Niall smiles and pulls away his hand from Harry's shoulder, making Harry shiver again, but this time not because of Niall's touch. It's because of the cold feeling Harry felt when Niall's hand left his shoulder. But could you blame him, though? Niall's hands are warm.
Really warm.
Niall made them both coffee and they actually get along. Niall talked about his family back in Ireland, and Harry talked about his sister, Gemma. Harry told Niall the funny story between Gemma and him when they were little; when Gemma pissed her pants so she asked him for the favor, while Harry laughed so hard.
And Niall laughed too, because Harry's laugh is... just precious.
Niall found out that Harry giggles a lot too, so he would here and there giggle too, although he don't giggle too much in his life... Well, he didn't when he was with Zayn at least.
It gets late and when it was 11 PM, they couldn't believe, because time seemed to go really fast when they were talking. So, that only means Harry had to go at that moment.
Niall followed Harry towards the door and opened it for him.
Harry smiled back and stepped out. "I will text you when I come home, okay?"
Niall smiles. "Of course, mate. You always will." He laughs after that and Harry couldn't help but laugh along too.
"And I will see you again, right?" Harry asks unsure for a second.
"Of course, Haz." Niall smiles warmly at Harry and Harry returns the smile back.
But then Harry stops smiling and looks at Niall hesitantly, and before Niall can ask Harry why does he seems so hesitant, Harry's lips are on Niall's right cheek.
Harry quickly pulled away and smiled once again, shouting 'Bye, Ni!' before disappearing totally.
Leaving Niall as a blushing mess, still standing on his doorstep and looking at direction where Harry went to.
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- Jo.❥
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