wet dreams ¤ stylan

seven :: erotic reunion

the gif is harry grabbing niall's dick and this chapter has mature content in it. and it's the last one! i hope you enjoy x

To: Harreh

Pls come back. I know ur with Liam, but it's been 2 days. Can we talk abt this. I owe u an explanation. Just come home.

Niall sighed, before putting his phone on his bedside table. Harry had left the other day – a dramatic scene – and now Niall regrets everything he hasn't done. He wasn't sure where Harry was until Louis told him that he saw Liam and him at the coffee shop downtown, and Harry wasn't as.... Happy as he usually was.

He wasn't sure if Louis said that to make him feel better, but it didn't matter until he'll get to see Harry with his own two eyes. And yes, Niall should've just barged into Liam's dorm, but he felt it was improper of him to do that, even if it were quite romantic.

Imagine Niall running to Harry with their arms wide open as Niall confessed all his emotions and feelings and how he had told his parents about his sexuality on the phone.

Yes, he had done it, and surprisingly, it wasn't as hard as Niall would've imagined. He was a drama queen anyways. His mother and father were okay with it, as long as they'll get grandchildren. And as far as Niall sees it, he doesn't think it would be impossible anyways. Well, at least he knows he can adopt.

That's a long way to go isn't it?

To: Harreh

Ok I'm sorry. Pls come back. I miss u Harry. Please.

Niall pressed the send button for the hundredth time in the past two days. He knew it was his fault, but Harry had to come back somehow. He just had to. It wasn't fair for Niall too, since there was no reply from the green-eyed boy.

God damn it, Niall missed him so much.

It had only been two days, but Niall missed the chaste kisses that Harry stole when Niall was stirring his cup of hot chocolate, and he missed racing to the toilet because he always wanted a dry toilet and Harry was going to be left for the damp one, and he missed seeing Harry getting all frustrated over his lame ass laptop and how he always comes around to Niall's room so he can use it for a while.

Niall missed him.

But before Niall could reminisce any further, the slam of the front door made him leap out of his chair, and there was the green eyed, large footed lad, the one he had missed so much. He tried his best to not run into his arms and encircle his arms around Harry's waist, he tried to contain the wide smile threatening on his face.

Well, at least he tried. But that didn't stop him.

So there they were – not quite in the kitchen, but not also in the living room – they were just in the middle of the dorm, Niall already clinging onto Harry like a monkey and Harry didn't push him away but instead pulled him closer, one arm around the back of his neck and another arm around the small width of his waist. Niall's bristles along his jawline was tickling Harry's earlobe but he didn't mind.

He didn't mind at all.

Niall's foot was slightly pushing against Harry's bum, and Niall couldn't contain the tears that was threatening to prickle his blue eyes and then his eyes were flooded, and it made him mad because once he pulled away to look at Harry – his eyes were blurry and they wouldn't focus on Harry, so he quickly wiped them away.

"Hey," Harry murmured, "why are you crying?"

"I'm not," Niall croaked out, his voice betraying himself, "I mean I am, but it's because I'm so happy you're here, but I'm so mad at myself for letting you walk out on me. I'm sorry for hurting you Harry, I really am."