this // narry au

23. thumb-shaped bruises

a/n: i wasn't going to update but since you all asked so nicely i'll do it woooo

sometimes i forget how amazing one direction are and i'll just be on tumblr scrolling then i watch a cute video of them and it just hits me like a brick out of the sky like i couldn't have chosen a better band to love

and this story has begun to go waaaay deeper then i originally intended it was supposed to be cute and easy going but nOPE now i'm john green

23 -

"Whatever happened to the whole you need to me impressed thing?" Niall asks seconds later.

"You've already impressed me with your Shakespeare words and hormonal sixteen-year-old gestures."

Niall laughs, kissing my nose. "You don't have to date me if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel pressured."

"If I was pressured don't you think I would've gotten off your lap yet?"

Good point, beautiful."

"You're pet names are so..."

"Feminine?" He finishes for me. "I know; but it's only because you are feminine, cupcake."

"I'm so not feminine." I raise my eyebrows. "Where would you get that from?"

"If saying that makes you feel better." Niall teases.

"It does." I giggle, "Now please, let go of my stomach, I genuinely think I'm bruising."

Niall laughs out an apology and finally lets me slide off his lap.

I quickly reach for my sweats and jump into them.

"Your thighs aren't even that pasty! They're tanned! When did you get time to tan them?"

"When the sun is out my thighs are out." I reply nonchalantly from something Zayn told me a while back when he walked around in only shorts for a month.

Niall bursts into a fit of laughter and I jog to the washroom and lock the door.

"Oh my god." I whisper to myself as I look in the mirror.

I just teased myself into a relationship.

I have literally just flirted so hard that I now have a boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend. And he's a most wanted criminal. (Go big or go home, Zayn would say.)

And I was right, where Niall's hands were placed I had thumbprint shaped bruises. (It's like he forgets he has body strength.)

"Stop jacking off in there and lemme brush my teeth!" Niall shouts, knocking on the door.

"I'm thinking!" I reply.

"About me? While you're jacking off? Aw, how sweet of you, Harry Styles."

I quickly brush my teeth, ignoring his remarks and the giddy feelings inside my stomach.

"I'm done." I open the washroom door.

"Harry..." Niall trails off on his sentence so I walk into the living room to see what was wrong.

"Some guy is claiming he knows me!" He points at the screen.

"Everybody's going to attempt to claim they know you Niall..."

"Yeah but still." Niall frowns, crossing his arms. "I don't like it."

I furrow my eyebrows and glance at the TV.

"Yeah, Niall is a long-time friend of mine." The man on the telly nods along to the interviewers questions. "He used to be a really great friend but now he's off the rails."