"I just wanted you to fuck me but I got greedy and wanted you to love me."
The one where Niall is a simple car mechanic, and Harry's a famous designer and somehow, fate led them together.
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"I'm not who you think I am, Harry."
"Yeah?" I raise an eyebrow. "Tell me who you are then."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Some things are just not worth knowing." He mutters.
"Not unless that something involves you."
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His eyes snap up to mine before he releases a soft sigh, running his fingers through his hair once again.
"Maybe one day you'll come to know." He mumbles before he leans over and closes the small gap between our lips, giving me a gentle peck.
"Does this mean I can still call you?" I whisper against his lips. He releases a soft chuckle.
"I don't know, honestly."
"What do you mean?" I raise an eyebrow. He purses his lips together, the gears in his head shifting.
"If I said no would you still do it?" He asks instead after awhile and I shrug lightly.
"Depends." I mutter.
"On?"
"Whether you truly want me not to." He smiles lightly, taking a step back away from me.
"Well? Do you not want me to?" I press. He purses his lip in thought.
"If I brought you up here to make out with you, what do you think?" He finally says, with a small smirk, his eyes glinting in the dark. I smile lightly.
"Wait, why can't I call you in the first place again?" I ask.
"Because I don't want you getting involved with me."
"And now you want me to get involved with you?" I quirk an eyebrow and he chuckles softly.
"I think it's something I can look over." His lips twitch up into a tiny smirk.
He leaves a last lingering peck on my lips. "See you back downstairs, Harry." He breathes out before I watch as he brushes past me, and all I'm left with is the cold summer air and the last whiff of his scent.
I frown in confusion, my raging thoughts starting to invade my mind as I watch his retreating body. He glances over his shoulder once more with a small smirk before my vision on him is cut off by the metal door.
