The Runner ➳ Narry (Book One)

Chapter Twenty

(Harry's POV)

This was it, this was happening. I pressed my lips softly against Niall's, an electric shock quickly running straight through me. Our breathing was still fast, but not enough to make us pant. His lips were soft, but rough enough to know he was a guy. Our lips moulded together perfectly, and the feeling was unbelievable. I let my hands grasp his waist, pulling him closer as he wrapped his arms around my neck, closing the gap between us even more.

Finally, we were both in need of a breath. I pulled back softly, letting my eyes flutter open to meet his crystal blue ones. We locked eyes, our noses just about touching. I could feel his warm breath on my mouth, sending my skin into goosebumps.

"Holy fuck," I whispered with a smile. Niall laughed, his face lighting up like Christmas lights. He truly was beautiful.

I laughed too, I couldn't get enough of this boy. I leaned in again, pressing my lips back onto his. He melted into the kiss, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck where he softly tugged at the exposed curls. I moaned into his mouth accidentally, causing him to smirk against my lips.

I felt him tugging on my hair a little harder, giving me the permission to glide my tongue over his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He gladly accepted, opening his mouth and letting my tongue slip in.

The tip of our tongues touched, causing a shock to pulse through my veins. Never in a million years had I thought I'd feel this way. Especially about a guy, but here we were. Sure, I've kissed many people before. Mostly hoes and any girl that was willing to come home with me to help me forget for a night. All of it was just fun and games, there was never any feeling. But now, there was feeling. There was lots of feelings that I thought was impossible.

Our tongues glided against each other passionately as Niall's hands continued tugging at the back of my hair. I pulled his hips forward into mine to get some friction, but not over-doing it. A moan escaped Niall's throat, causing me to grow a little hard. I knew he felt it, because he immediately smirked against my mouth.

I flushed red and pushed my lower body harder against his, trying to get a reaction out of him as well. Niall's smile grew against my lips at the friction, his breathing getting a little faster as his chest rose and fall against mine in a rapid motion.

Finally, we both needed air. I detached our swollen lips and rested my forehead against his, our breath colliding as we locked eyes for a moment. His irises were bluer than I remember them. More beautiful, even. This is exactly where I want to be. Forget all the drugs and drama with Louis, this is what I want.

Niall is what I want.

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"Do you want something to eat?" Niall asked cheerfully as he jumped up from his spot on the sofa. It was late at night, and my stomach was growling like mad. I hadn't eaten in a while, but then again, I never really do.

"No that's okay," I replied. Niall gave me a weird look.

"Are you sure? You sound hungry," he said, his eyebrows narrowing slightly.

"I'm not hungry," just like that, my stomach growled loudly. Niall cocked an eyebrow at me as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at me. I shrugged and looked away, slightly embarrassed. I hate eating around people. Especially people I just made out with.

Niall reached down and grabbed my hands, pulling me up from the couch. "Come make something with me," he said. He let go of one of my hands, letting his fingers slip through mine with his other hand. I tried to protest as he dragged me through the living room and into the kitchen. I groaned as we entered, Niall chuckling a little.

He pulled his hand out of mine and started opening cupboards, rummaging around and pulling out random bowls and ingredients. I stepped back against the island and watched him as he concentrated on what he needed, occasionally having to go on his tippy-toes to reach something, making me smirk. He was tiny but built at the same time, I realized. He literally seemed like the perfect human being to me.

Niall turned back to me leaning against the island counter. "Are you going to help or what?" He asked. He picked up a recipe book beside him and pointed to a picture of a chocolate cake. I eyed the picture, it looked delicious. I was starving, but I didn't feel like having anything.

I just shrugged, watching as Niall turned back to the ingredients on the counter. I just smiled to myself as he worked, measuring out the flour and sugar. He went on for a few minutes before turning around halfway, a fake pout plastered on his face. "Come help me."

I chuckled as he turned his back to me again. I pushed off the island counter and walked forward, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder. I felt him smile as he leaned his head on mine a little as I slightly swayed us. "I like how dessert is the first thing you think of when you're hungry," I chuckled. "I'd rather just watch you."

Niall let out a cute giggle, his hands continuing to mix the ingredients together in front of him. I watched his long, slender arms work to make the cake, his face squeezing together in concentration. I felt myself smile as I watched him, my hands playing the rings on my fingers in concentration. How was this guy so perfectly formed, like he was made just for me?

Finally, he poured the cake batter into a glass pan. I let go of his hips so he could put it in the oven, pressing a few buttons before stepping back and turning to me. He clasped his hands together with a smile, proud of his work.

"You're cute," I chucked at his beaming expression. Niall walked forward slowly and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest. I put my chin on his head and held him back, a soft fluttery feeling erupting in my stomach.

"You're cute," he said with a smile. "Pretty hot, honestly."

"You're hot," I replied, my insides heating up. He pulled back but kept his hands on my stomach, looking up into my eyes with a curious glint.

"Do you really like me?" He asked after a moment.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, leaning in a little. Niall leaned away slightly, his eyes searching mine.

"I'm not just your experiment right?" He asked quietly.

I was taken aback. "No. Of course not, Niall." I said hardly, but with a soft expression. "I don't care if I haven't got it all figured out yet. I really like you."

Niall stayed quiet for a moment before slowly leaning back in, his arms sliding up my chest to wrap around my neck. He pressed his lips to mine softly, the same familiar feeling from earlier returning. It only lasted a second before he pulled away, a smile on his lips. "I want to know you, Harry."

"You will," I replied, pecking his lips softly. "I promise."

"Do you think Louis would approve of.." he trailed off for a moment. "Us?"

"Louis was practically begging me to snog you on our way out this morning," I replied.

Niall laughed out loud. "Well he got his wish," he said. I bit my lip and smirked, todays earlier events replaying in my mind.

"Yeah, he did."