Uptown Boy (Narry Storan)

20. Water

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// Wednesday evening //

HS

"I can't say because if I tell you this, I'm going to lose you, and I can't fucking have that. I can't fucking lose you."

My breath catches in my throat, my stomach flipping at his words. I can feel my heart beating... every single pound in my chest. It beats so hard I think my chest is gonna burst. But I don't mind it.

"Niall.." I breathe out shakily, reaching out for his hands. I grip them tightly, reassuringly, not wishing for him to let go.

"You won't lose me." I tell him reassuringly. "Because I can't fucking lose you either." His breath hitches.

"I.." He stops himself, pursing his lips, his eyes looking everywhere but at me.

"Hey, you know what, just drink up, and then we'll go back to my place and we'll talk about it. Alright?" I tell him, running my thumbs over the back of his palms soothingly.

He glances up at me, his eyes searching all over my face before he slowly nods, his body visibly relaxing.

"Yeah.. Yeah, okay. Let's do that." He sighs out. I smile lightly, before slowly sliding out of the booth, tugging on his hand to help him out. He grabs his pint, before chugging a large gulp of his beer down. I breathe out a short laugh, slapping a twenty on the table before leading him out of the bar.

The drive back to my place was quiet, which I didn't mind one bit. I knew Niall needed that time to gather his thoughts.

I grab his hand in mine once we've reached back to my place, before leading him to the small open patio I have upstairs which holds my lap pool.

"Fancy a swim?" I ask with a small smile, already stripping from my work attire.

"It's like, five degrees (celsius) outside, Harry." He says, letting out a laugh, releasing some of the tension. I laugh along, shrugging.

"My pool's heated."

His lips quirk up into a half smile, nodding. I smile triumphantly, before I watch as he struggles to get his jacket off his shoulders with one hand.

I strip down to my boxers, before standing before him. "Let me. Don't tear your stitches." I mumble and he nods.

His eyes focus on my collarbone as I gently push his jacket off his shoulders letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud. My hands graze down his sides, before gripping the hem of his t-shirt, pushing it up his chest, letting my hand run over his skin gently. He raises his hands up and I pull the article of clothing over his head.

My hands drop to his waist, hovering over the waistband of his jeans. His breathing visibly picks up, as did mine.

I silently undo the buttons of his jeans. I hook my thumbs over the waistband, before gently pushing the tight black denim down, grazing my lips from his temple down to his jaw while doing so.

I crouch down slightly to push the rest of the fabric past his ankles, and he steps out from his jeans. I stand back up straight, immediately feeling his warmth. Our warm, heavy breaths mingle as we simply stand in the middle of the corridor, staring at each other. He looks so tired and worn, it actually hurts my heart.