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Harry sat alone on the booth, nervously waiting for his husband to arrive. The agent eyed his surrounding, he knows this place like the back of his hand. The diner still remained unchanged since him and Niall visited years ago. When he arrived, he requested the seat that he and Niall once shared. Harry checked the time on his watch again, Niall would be here any minute now. His husband is never late.
No matter what.
Harry played with the curls in his hair, he always has a bad habit of twirling his hair between his fingers.
“I can’t help but feel a little jealous, everyone in this room is starring at my handsome husband” slurred of Irish accent trailed from behind Harry.
Harry chuckled and respectfully stood up and greeted the man he waited for, “You have to stop sneaking up on me.”
“Can’t help it if you’re a crap agent” Niall commented smugly.
Harry chuckled and eyed the man in front of him. Niall wore a grey coloured sweat shirt with light blue skinny jeans. His blonde mane was hidden underneath the snapback. Harry was immediately taken aback by how casual and normal Niall looked. He actually looked like a normal teenager.
Which in reality he is obviously far from it…
Niall flashed his husband a smile, he knew what those eyes were looking at.
“Thinking of getting in these pants are we?” he teased.
Niall took a seat on the chair opposite his husband.
“Well, used to” defended Harry, a cheeky smile crept up his dimpled cheek.
“Hmm, and whose fault was it?” retorted Niall, raising an eyebrow at his husband.
“Oh, it was my fault our sex life took a nose dive? I remember clearly someone who is constantly away at his pub no matter what time of day it was.”
Niall smiled playfully, “Or was it because you were always away for weeks at time baby?”
“Touché!”
Niall snatched the menu away from Harry’s hand and scanned the food item on it, “What are you ordering?” he asked.
“Chocolate Sundae” replied Harry, his eyes not taking off the blonde before him.
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Mr Styles 007
FanfictionSecret agent Harry Styles is the perfect spy. One day he meets a simple boy that captured his heart. Can the simple boy change Harry and the life he has. Or is there something more to the boy than meets the eye?
