"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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NIALL
It has been about three weeks since everything that has happened with EJ and Leo. Harry has been discharged from the hospital for about a week already, and his injuries are healing, slowly but surely. Zayn just got discharged a couple of days ago and is currently still recuperating at home. And me, well, today was my last day for my community service and I couldn't be more excited to see Harry. I managed to finish at 7.30PM rather than my usual 9PM.
There's a skip to my step as I walk towards his office at the end, barely able to contain my excitement to see him. I never thought I could be this whipped over someone.
I peek in through the small window of Harry's office, smiling cheekily as I see that his back is to me, his arms splayed out, leaning his palms on the desk. Those arms are one hell of a turn on. But, that's not the point.
I slowly creep into his office, noticing that he's actually talking into his office desk phone. I crawl over behind him, as quietly as possible, squatting down, so I'm out of sight from him. I try to bite back the growing grin on my face, which isn't exactly working.
"Right. That'll be all, thanks Mitch." I hear him say. And before he could even turn around, I'm jumping from my spot, screaming on the top of my lungs, and of course, I had to headbutt him in the process.
"Ahhh!!" He squeals. Real manly... We both rubs our heads at the point of impact, but I didn't really care about that. I burst out laughing at his expression as he clutches onto his chest in shock. I lean my palms on my thighs as my laughter keeps bursting forth within me uncontrollably. I wave my hand in the air, as my flag of apology. I don't know why, but the waves of laughter keep coming.
"Y-your face." I wheeze out breathily through my laughter.
"You're not funny." He glares, pouting adorably.
"I'm.. I'm fucking hilarious, pet. And you love me." I grin widely, before getting reminded of Harry's facial expression and I'm laughing once more.
"You're mean." He whines.
I try to catch my breath which only resulted in me snorting. I stare at him wide-eyed, shocked that I could even emit such a sound. And finally, his faux glare on me drops and suddenly, he bursts out laughing together with me.
"Stop laughing," He scolds, before he laughs even harder. "Your damn laughter is making this worse." And when I don't stop, he continues laughing once more.
"Stopppp. You're making me have stitches, you fucknut." He breathes out through his chuckles. I take in a deep breath of air, to calm myself down, and thankfully it works. My cheeks were beginning to hurt. A giggle escapes leaves my lips once more, before I stand back up straight, a wide, amused smile on my lips.
