stylan tour 2k17 ↣ narry

29 ↣ kiss me

@lardies: okay no offence but nothing is trending from the 1d fandom and it's way... too..... quiet
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@thistownh: right? I can't help but think something huge is about to happen and I'm scared

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We all ride separately.

Or, I do. I don't know about the other two, but I ride separately.

And it's terrible, it's nerve wracking as I drive in completely silence, not even the radio giving a low hum, not even the engines of the cars flying past me giving a vroom. It's so silent that I feel like I might lose my mind.

I try to push all of my negative, nervous, anxious thoughts away so I can focus on driving, and just that. So I do, for a little while.

Once I finally arrive at the restaurant, I see Harry's car parked near the entrance. I pull into a parking spot beside him and get out, smiling when I see him sitting on a bench inside, twisting the ring I gave him around his finger with the smallest smile on his face.

"Harry," I breathe out when I reach him, and he looks up at me.

He literally jumps to his feet and attacks me in a hug, squeezing until neither of us can breathe. I feel like he might cry, but I won't judge because I might cry, too.

Harry sniffles into the sleeve of my sweater and hugs tighter. "God, I missed you so much."

I pull away first, untangling out arms and smiling down at him. He looks like he's waiting for a kiss, and I know he wants one when his tongue darts out and wets his lips. I would kiss him, but we're surrounded by people. And I tell him that.

He sighs and grabs my wrist, pulling me back to where the toilets are. Once we're in there, he shuts the door behind us and locks it, backing me into the wall. "Can I have a kiss now?"

I smile nervously, my stomach tightening when I remember the last time Harry and I snuck away to the toilets. He'd ended up on his knees, with-

"Helloooo? Niall?" Harry pokes me in the nose. "Kiss?"

I finally push every doubt and every memory and every thought and everything I want to say to the back of my head - for later - and hook my fingers in Harry's belt loops. I pull him closer and he shuffles to me, tilting his head slightly.

"Niall, it's just me. Kiss me, please."

And then our lips are finally connected and it feels like heaven, it feels like I haven't kissed him in forever when in reality it's only been a few days. I reach down and grab his hand — the one that's rested on my chest, the one with the ring on it — and hold it, feeling the finger so I never forget that it's there.

That's the ring that I gave him. Because he's my fiancé. And suddenly I feel so stupid for leaving him, because I know him. And I know he's mine.

Harry pulls away, his lips now shiny and redder than before. "Now, was that so hard?"

I shake my head.

"You know, Niall, I missed you a lot over these past couple of days." Harry starts, running a hand through his hair. "Only had my thoughts, back in the hotel. I could only remember the things we did to each other, how your hands felt-"