Can You Feel My Heart?

22: Hunk Of A Boyfriend.

THE IMAGE TO THE SIDE (or at the top if you have the new wattpad mobile update) JUST IMAGINE NIALL ON HIS KNEES OMG. 

sorry for the delay. It's getting to the end of my school year (the start for some people) & i'm drowning in school work and I'm in year 12 next year and holy shit. 

so, i apologize, but i love you all ♥

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"Where's Louis?" Niall asked as he sat down at the breakfast bar, taking in his shirtless boyfriend, his back muscles evident as he stirred... Whatever it is that's in the bowl.

"At one of his friends' place. Nick Grimshaw, I think." Harry responded, smirking to himself because it's obvious that Niall hasn't noticed yet.

"Oh really? Why did he stay there?" Niall asked, blushing when he finally noticed that his boyfriend’s bare bum was just below the tied knot of the pink apron Harry was wearing.

"Because of last night, silly." Harry responded, chuckling at the blonde boy.

Niall bit his bottom lip and nodded, taking in his boyfriend. He was glad that they worked things out and that they were back together because he missed Harry a hell of a lot. 

 "Why the pink apron, Harry?" Niall asked, and Harry smirked at his boyfriend. 

"It was a present from Louis." 

"Why aren't you wearing anything underneath it?" 

"Because clothes were too much of a hassle this morning." Harry said, then groaned out loud when he realised what Niall was wearing, "Are you only wearing my Ramones t-shirt?" 

"Maybe." Niall winked, and Harry's knees grew weak. 

"Y-You should go put something else on." Harry stammered, trying desperately not to let the thoughts running through his head reach his other head. 

 "You should put something on." Niall said back, and Harry gulped. Niall knew he had Harry in the palm of his hand right now, and nothing Harry could do could change that. 

"But I don't want to." Harry nervously said back, and he watched Niall's eyebrow rise with a wicked grin on his face. 

Harry watched as Niall got up from his seat at the kitchen counter, watching with his bottom lip between his teeth as Niall made his way over, running one finger lightly down Harry's front. 

"How long did you say Louis was out, again?" Niall asked, his eyes flicking from the tent being created form the pink apron and Harry's eyes. 

"Um," Harry cleared his throat, "I didn't." 

"Well then," Niall said, advancing on Harry, "I'll have to make this quick." 

Before Harry knew it, Niall had dropped to his knees, lifted up the apron and had his lips around the head, a moan escaping Niall’s lips. 

Harry closed his eyes and clamped his hands behind his head, enjoying the feeling of Niall's lips around him. He's missed Niall, he'd missed the feeling of getting blowed. Niall's free hand was working up and down his shaft, making Harry bite his lip and groan out, thinking that it was maybe a bad idea to only wear a pink, frilly apron in the kitchen around Niall. 

Harry came a few minutes later, a loud shout signalling his release, making Niall incredibly happy. He could still make Harry cum, and he was proud of that.