Paparazzi

Chapter 8

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"Do you really have to go baby?" whined Niall, watching his husband putting on his shoes with the luggage in tow. 

Harry pecked those pouty lips of his husband, "I'll be back by Monday babe. It'll only be for four days." 

Niall folded his arms and furrowed his brows, hoping his darling husband would give in to his whines, "But you'll miss my match." 

"Don't worry love", Harry cooed, Niall turned his head away childishly, only to be pulled in into Harry's arms, "I'll catch the match from the hotel, I promise." 

Harry wrapped his arms around his husband's slender waist and rested his chin on Niall's head, he loved having Niall in his arms. He loves how Niall perfectly fit in him, how he can rest his chin on Niall's head and smell Niall's favourite coconut shampoo. Even if it was going to be four short days, he will definitely miss his husband. 

Niall turned his head to meet his husband's face, "Promise you'll watch okay. It's the final qualifying round and if we win, we're gonna meet Manchester United and you know how much I-"

Harry silenced Niall by slamming his lips on Niall's own. 

"You'll do fine love" murmured Harry, Niall blushed shades of red, even after the years together Harry still has the power of him.

"I miss you already" muttered Niall on Harry's lips. 

Harry furrowed his brows, Niall was intentionally making this hard, "Baby...you're going to make me miss my flight." 

Niall let out a frustrated humph, "Fine. Go to Paris and perform with Jay Z. See if I care!" 

Harry chuckled and pulled his childish husband in his arms again, "Babe, Jay-Z is your favourite rapper. Of course you care! You're just upset you can't meet him. Don't worry, I'll get a picture for you. I think, Beyonce is going to be there. So is Blue." 

"Beyonce is going to be there?" Niall asked excitedly. 

Harry nodded, "And I'll make sure I get an autograph of her and Jay for you alright. I promise." 

Niall finally managed a smile and gave his husband one last peck on the cheek "Well, what are you waiting for, get the hell out of here!" And the Irish man pushed his husband out of their penthouse. 

"I love you." 

"I love you babe." 

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Niall checked his phone in his hand. Harry had sent him a text message that he'd already arrive at Paris and was heading to the stadium to see the platform he's due to perform. Niall cracked a smile, even though their marriage was nothing but ordinary, he loved every single moment of it. He loves how private they are. People expected Harry to be this playboy with a bevy of supermodels ready to bang and constantly party like a rock star, but in real life, all he does is cuddle on the couch after a long hard day and sleeping in on the weekends.