"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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The lack of light that had bothered us so much at first, now feels normal. The darkness in the room has a stillness to it. And despite the horrible situation we're in, there's still a calm serenity in it. Us being in a soundproof room seems to help, seeing as we can't hear a thing that's going on outside.
"I'm fucking starving." Niall whines, before curling up into a foetus position next to me on the floor, placing his head on my lap.
As if on cue, his stomach grumbles loudly, causing a deep blush to form on his cheeks. I chuckle softly as he turns away from me in embarrassment.
"So am I, love. But get some rest, yeah? I'm pretty sure it's way past midnight." I tell him, smiling, as I run my fingers through his hair gently.
He sighs softly, nodding. "Do you think we'll ever get out of here?" He asks meekly.
I nod. "Zayn's gonna come with help." I say and he sits up, turning himself to face me.
"Zayn? No no no, but... I don't want to drag him into this, Harry." He says desperately.
I sigh softly, gently cupping his cheeks, running my thumbs under his eyes. "I know baby. But he's our only hope in getting out of here."
He sighs, nodding. I smile softly. "Now get some rest, yeah? We can figure things out tomorrow." I tell him. As much as I want to break us out right now, when it's night and it's the easiest to not get spotted, we're both just so drained and exhausted.
He leans in the short distance and presses his lips against mine lovingly. I let my eyes flutter close, warmth spreading throughout my entire body. It was magical— the way his lips connected with mine. Fuck. I've missed this so much.
I sigh contently, curling my fingers in the back of his hair and pulling his face closer, careful not to injure his practically broken jaw. And it pains my heart that I can actually taste the blood on his lips. It's barely there, but still there nonetheless.
He manoeuvres himself, so that he straddles my waist, while I'm still leaned against the wall. He rests his elbows on my shoulders, playing with the hair on the top of my head.
Our lips continue to move together in perfect rhythm, and as much as I would like to take it further, I pull back. I rest my head on his shoulders, pressing loving kisses down his neck with my arms wrapped loosely around his waist. I lift his shirt up slightly, only to place my hands on his warm skin, loving how this simple touch can send shudders through me.
"Harry?" He mumbles.
"Hmm?" I hum in response, snuggling my nose into his neck.
"You do know that there's a high chance that I have to go to jail right?" He whispers and my heart falls at the thought. "If Zayn's handing in the recording I gave you, I'm pretty sure they'll do their digging and once they find out I've been trafficking drugs for them, I could be in there for years. What's more, I've already got a record. I'm pretty sure this time, even bail won't get me out."
