Dont let me go // narry

14- thats a little gay

Days Edited:
July 31st 2018
Aug 27th 2018

Niall Horan

As the day goes on I am asked minimal questions on Harry and I was asked where I went from the party by Zayn.

After Harry told me those things about Zayn I can't help but feel timid and uncomfortable around him. I just hope he couldn't see that.

After school I walk home hoping that I could change from my dirty clothes before my mother see's them again.

I walked in the front door and ran upstairs to my room. I changed into a red crop top hoodie and black high waisted jeans. The amount of outfits I have been going through this year is insane.

"Honey?" My mother calls as she walks into my room. I look up at her seeing her hands covered by oven mittens. Oh no. Someones coming for dinner.

"My colleague and her family is coming for dinner so I need you to tidy up downstairs and set the table." She says as I nod and follow her out of my room to help cook and clean although the house is already spotless and the food will tastes amazing anyway.

I set the table how my mother instructs and sit in my spot when I finish.

"Who's coming to dinner?" I ask as she turns some of the burners down.

"Anne, her son, daughter and her daughters son." She said as I picture old people. Great. I can only hope that the grand son is close to my age.

The bell rings as my mother begins to plate everything and instructs me to finish for her as she answers the door. I move things to their places on the table and turn around as I finish seeing that my mother is already introducing me.

"This is my son Niall, Niall this is Anne, Gemma, Harry and Henry." She says with a smile as I freeze looking into the green eyes owned by the boy who physically pushed me down today.

"Hi! I've heard so much." Anne exclaims as she grabs me in a hug.
I slowly hug back wondering how everyone looks so young, she's too young to be a grandmother.

The woman named Gemma hugs me next and a small toddler follows behind her with a train in his hand. I hope nobody will notice Harry and I ignoring each other as we walk to the kitchen.  I wonder how Harry felt walking up the steps to the house he picked me up at this morning. He probably smirked and knew that he will put me through hell tonight.

I stay silent as my mother and Anne speak about their business and Gemma joins in. I ignore the small child next to me crashing his train into my arm repeatedly to leave a mark of Thomas the engine's face on my forearm.

"Henry quit." Harry scolds causing the small boy to slowly pull the train off of the table. I guess Harry thinks he's the only one who can bug me.

As we finish dinner I collect the dishes and clean them as my mother and Anne talk about their business some more in the lounge.

Once the kitchen was cleaned to my standards I slowly sneak up stairs. But I'm not alone. Henry follows shortly behind.

I make it into my room as the toddler follows me in and sits on my rug with his train. I think for a minute before walking to my closet and pulling out an old box.

I open it under Henry's watchful eye and unpack more trains. As he smiles and begins to play with my old trains.

I plant myself at my desk and begin to study and complete my first assignment in art.

My door creaks open and I turn to see if Henry was going to walk about by himself. I don't know if he can go down the stairs alone yet.

But instead I am disappointed by Harry's tall body walking in and setting himself on my bed.

"Can we talk?" He asks as I stay silent. I really don't want to fight with him here and now.

"I'm sorry. I was angry with what you were saying and I handled it terribly." He apologizes as he picks at the fraying threads on his black jeans.

"Yeah." I say softly as I hear him stand and walk closer to me.

"Go downstairs Henry." Harry orders as the child stands and listens to his uncle.

Harry grabs the chair I'm in and spins me around to face him.

"I need to figure something out." He says softly grabbing my hand and standing me up.

"What? No. I'm not that gullibl-" Harry cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine and enveloping me into a kiss.

I try to stay strong but within seconds I am sinking into the kiss and kissing Harry back.

He steps backwards and sits on the edge of my bed, pulling me onto his lap. Oh.

Harry's fingers rake down my sides as he runs his tongue along my bottom lip. I keep them shut this time. I dont need to make out with Harry. What am I even doing?

Harry shacks his hips against mine making me gasp at the feeling. His tongue slips into my mouth and instantly wins dominance. I begin to rock my hips on his as his hands guide my hips.

I feel my stomach tighten and I feel like I'm floating as I rock my hips against Harry's.

Harry's lips come off of mine as we keep rocking against each other. His lips kiss down my neck before he begins to suck at my collar bone making me hum in approval.

Harry's hand begins to slip up into my shirt. He fondles my nipples rolling the bud in his forefinger and thumb making me moan lightly. I pull at his hair earning a groan from him as he pushes me off of his lap and presses my back into the mattress.

"I think I might be.. you know." He whispers with swollen lips above me as I catch my breath.

"Thats what I told you." I say softly as he huffs and lays next to me.

"I can't be gay." He whispers as I slowly reach out to grab his hand.

"Does this make you happy?" I ask as he slowly nods making my stomach fill with butterflies.

"Did Cheryl make you happy?" I ask hesitantly scared of the answer he will give me.

"Not really." He admits before looking over at me. My heart flutters as he smiles.

"I don't want this though." He says as I eye the large bulge in his jeans.

"Looks like you do." I say watching him smirk down at himself before he leans up on his elbows

"That's because I want to fuck you."

"Thats a little gay."

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