wet dreams ¤ stylan

five :: longing kisses

Hi, just wanted to let any of you readers know that this would probably be a short story, seven chapters at most! I'm sorry if any of you expected more, but there's more stories from where this came from. Thank you for reading this. Here goes. 

It had already been 24 hours since Niall last talked to Harry, and that was from when he was trying his best to run away from the confusing feelings that had been conversing in his mind. Harry was attractive – and it was already obvious – but right now, what Niall felt wasn't just a physical attraction. He wanted something more.

Niall had heard the faint noises from the outside of his door, and he thought about how Harry had a day full of classes today – since he might have been jotting down details about when Harry's classes were, and where they were held – just so he could keep track of Harry's whereabouts, or maybe if he wanted or didn't want to meet up with him.

Niall was confused himself.

Today was Harry's hectic day, and Niall was kind of pleased that he had the dorm to himself. He had enough of the pathetic banter regarding his sexuality. It wasn't like he didn't want to find out, he just wanted to keep it unimportant for now.

Looking out the door, he noticed that Harry's bag wasn't in sight, and neither were his scruffy boots. Discovering that Harry's door wasn't even closed properly, he figured Harry must've been rushing to class that morning. Niall wondered if he managed to fit in breakfast, but stopped thinking about it once he realized his mind was evolving around the green eyed boy.

Deciding to fix himself a hot chocolate, he boiled some water and scooped some cocoa powder from one of the recycled bottles that he had turned into a container for his cocoa powder. His eyes were focused on the wide open door of Harry's room, and in a second, Niall discovered himself attracted to a shelf of books that he could see from the other side of the open door.

Thinking that Harry might be home late tonight, Niall decided to peek inside a little, letting his feet take him closer to the books that might be a century old.

And Niall was right, he had heard about these copies being really expensive, and knowing how Harry had told him about how his mother was really interested in literature, these might be his mother's or maybe a present from his mother. These must've meant a lot to Harry. Niall smiled, his heart glowing at the thought of Harry reciting poems, or acting in a play. He would be freakishly good, and attainably handsome as Niall thought of him wearing costumes.

What the hell, Niall?

His eyes roamed across the room, and he found himself walking to the side of Harry's bed, and his fingers itched to reach the frame that seemed to have been lying face down on the sheets. Shrugging, Niall reached over and grabbed it, and his eyes lit up to see a young Harry, in his mother's lap, and his sister probably, because of how they looked quite similar on her father's lap.

Niall had a thing for families, he loved seeing small families in the park, or in the restaurant he was dining in, he admired how close a family could be, since they were blood and flesh combined so beautifully in ways he could not ever imagine.

His thumb brushed the small face of Harry that grinned widely in the photograph, making Niall blush fiercely at his own actions. Why did he do that? Maybe because Harry looked charming in the picture, perhaps. He couldn't think at that moment. Especially when a clearing of a throat disturbed the peace.

"Get out."

Harry's voice was stern, it was monotone but it had a sharp edge to it, and it made Niall freeze. He would've told himself to run out of the room so fast, but at that moment, he couldn't. He wanted to turn around and apologize but the thought of Harry being mad at him made it harder to speak.