Innocence

Chapter #10

“So, eh, where would you like to sleep?” Harry mumbled, the night fading ever so dark into a colorless abyss. It was around 2 AM, and the two boys were in a motel room. It had two uncushioned beds with several springs hanging loose around the bottom. Along with that, several stains created this lovely pattern on the bare mattress (which was all the room came with), and to simply think about what exactly were those stains made Harry shiver in fright.

Niall yawned, looking over lazily to the two beds, and while Niall had become quite the hitchhiking street rat, he still had regulations and these things drew the line. “You have anything to cover it with?” Harry shook his head no. Niall frowned, thinking about his decision for a moment. Then, a brilliant thought struck him.

“Can we, eh, sleep together?” Harry’s eyes widened, and when Niall realized what he just said ever so plainly would have been easily thought of as a negative statement, he waved his arms around to signal that it clearly wasn’t what he meant.“No, no! Not like that! I meant, like, sleep in the same bed?” Harry made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, coming to realize what he meant. Smooth, Styles. “Oh, y-yeah.”

Niall pounced at the bed, sinking into it’s uncomfortable state, but regardless, felt pretty good in a surprising turn of events. He shuffled around cuddling deeper into it, and forgot completely about the cheap springs that could penetrate him at that very moment. He glanced up at Harry with his hands behind his head and elbows propped up against the aged pillows.

“You just going to stand there or..?” Niall asked, watching as Harry blatantly stared at him with his jaw to the ground. Harry couldn’t help it; this is the first day he’d been reunited with his love and he decides to sleep in the same bed as him? It almost felt too good to be true. “O-oh, right.” Niall chuckled hoarsely, watching Harry saunter off into the corner to shut off the lights and remove his t-shirt. Harry’s abs glistened in the moonlight, and Niall felt something stir in his lower region.He hadn’t felt that in a long time.

Harry shuffled awkwardly into the bed with Niall and noticed how cold it was only then. Goosebumps began to rise on his forearms and just about everywhere else, including places he didn’t know was even possible. He laid there shivering for several minutes until Niall whispered in his ear, intensifying the sensation.

“Hey, babe, come ‘ere.” Harry’s eyes widened, looking over his shoulder to face Niall. He called me babe. Even through the darkness, the stars seemed to illuminate Niall’s cheekbones as well as his chiseled features, and this, Harry found absolutely stunning. He scooched over to him, feeling Niall’s warmth radiating onto him already.

“See? No need to be afraid of me, Harry.” Niall casually draped an arm across Harry’s back, just as the brunette stuffed his face deep into the crook of Niall’s neck. He sniffed. Lilacs.

“Why would I be afraid of you, Niall?”

“It’s just that, I’m not someone you should fear. Especially someone who loves you so much.” Niall mumbled into curly locks, and he could also feel the boy to whom the hair belonged beat a little faster against his stomach.

❅

The following morning, around 11 AM, the two woke up in a twisted mess of legs and arms. Their bed heads were fuzzy and overall adorable, on one another they thought so, at least.

“You had a good sleep Harry?” Niall murmured against his pale forehead, the grimy smell of his breath hitting Harry like a tidal wave, and more or less a nice smack to the face. “Bro, you need to brush your teeth. Then, we could talk.” Niall jumped at the chance to piss Harry off.

“Hhhhoookaaaayyyyyy.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“You have one, too, I know.”