"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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// TUESDAY MORNING //
HS
I wake up the next morning to soft sheets. The morning light trickling in through the blinds. Shedding myself of the remaining glimpses of a dream, I soak in the warmth of my sheets, my eyes still sealed shut.
That's when I start to realise that there's a body next to mine, and memories of last night come flooding back. I inhale deeply, letting Niall's scent completely engulf my senses as I run my nose gently up the back of his neck. Coconut with a hint of musky cedar wood— from my body wash. I can't help but to press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck tenderly.
I blink the sleep out of my eyes. Streaks of sunlight penetrating the windows, blinding me. I peak my eyes open, unconsciously pulling his body closer to mine.
He slowly starts stirring, his breathing getting heavier. He exhales shakily, before I feel his body shifting, lying on his back.
I quickly close my eyes again. I feel a warm breath of air fanning out against my face, and I know he's facing me.
"I know you're awake." He whispers, his voice has a husky drawl to it.
"No I'm not." I mumble, before nuzzling my face further into his neck.
I feel his hand, gently running up my jaw, which made small goosebumps race across my skin. He tilts my head up slightly and I slowly flutter my eyes open, gazing at his lips. I gaze so intently at each divot of that lip, as if trying to memorise every little detail about it, trying to drill the feeling of his lips on mine in my head. And I don't want to look up. Because if I do, I may find myself getting lost in his eyes.
I let my thumb trace over his bottom lip, and without thinking, I'm pressing my lips against his. Soft and gentle. I let my eyes flutter close, warmth spreading throughout my entire body. It was magic— the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have ever imagined despite how chapped it is. After all the heavy snogging sessions that are always shared between us, this soft, sincere one, it's a refreshing feeling.
He pulls back from the short-lived, fucking amazing kiss, and my lips pout slightly. I slowly open my eyes, finally letting them gaze up to his blue ones. So blue that it makes me weak in the knees.
He releases a long sigh, his gaze darting away from mine as he turns his head and stares up at the ceiling instead. I purse my lip in thought, thinking if I should say something.
I turn myself around onto my front, propping myself up onto my elbow, pulling him slightly closer by his waist before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.
"Go freshen up. I'll have breakfast ready soon." I tell him and he releases a sigh.
"You don't have to." He whispers. "I should probably-"
