"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 leave my phone to ring as I walk through my walk-in closet, choosing a suit to wear for tonight.
"Harry," he sighs out. "Did you miss me that fast, pet?" I can literally hear the smirk in his voice.
"I sure did." I grin slightly.
"You just saw me this morning." He points out.
"To which, you left really early after breakfast. I would've thought you were suffering from a crazy hangover. You were pretty hammered last night." He releases a breathy chuckle.
"What can I say, I have a high tolerance for hangovers." He says.
"You, sir, have the best superpower in the world."
He chuckles softly. "Anyway, what do you need?"
"Are you free tonight?" I ask.
"I'll be working at the shop." He says.
"On a Sunday?" I quirk an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah. People's cars break down on Sunday's too, ya know."
"Right. Well, can you get off for a couple of hours?" I ask, pulling out my a black shirt and my all yellow suit.
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"I'm not sure..." He trails off.
"Please?"
"What for?" He asks.
"Come to this gala dinner with me."
"Wha-what?" He splutters out. "I can't."
"Why not?" I ask and he releases a long sigh.
"I don't go to gala dinners and do fancy shit, Harry. I'll be sticking out like a sore thumb." He says and I roll my eyes. "Plus, why are you asking me?"
"Because one of the main sponsors for this event is BMW, and there will be like pretty cool cars on display and I figured you'd be interested." I tell him, picking up my shoes before walking out of my closet.
He releases a short chuckle. "Thanks for the offer, Harry, but I've been seeing cars almost everyday since I was seventeen. That's 10 years. I don't need to go to some fancy event to look at even more cars." Okay, he does have a point.
"Well yeah, but I'm thinking of getting a new car and I need someone who's good with cars to help me out." I say with a small grin even if he can't see me.
He releases a slow, soft sigh that I almost didn't catch. "Even if I did go, I don't even have anything to wear." He mutters.
"I have a couple of suits for you." He mumbles some incoherent words under his breath to himself that I couldn't catch.
