What Happened To Narry? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

Omg. I am sooo sorry for not uploading. Ya know, the usual. School crap. Anyway, here's chapter nine. :) this is probably going to be a better chapter because i have soooooooooooo many feels. It's ridiculous.

WARNING: SMUT (SEXUAL CONTENT.) JUST A LITTLE.

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••Harry's P.O.V••

Zayn was supposed to be a friend. A friend that accepted me, which he did, but what's his problem? What business does he have between Niall and I? Oh, that's right, none. I never thought Zayn was a homophobe just because he wasn't with me. He acted like he couldn't care less. Now Niall decides he might be gay and Zayn thinks it's disgusting?

I ended up barging into Zayn's door. He was sitting on his couch bobbing his head to the music coming from the stereo. "Yo jackass!" I yelled. He snapped his eyes open. He smirked when he saw me.

"So the Irish lad really did tell you, yeah?" Zayn asked, shutting his eyes gently.

"Tell me what?" I asked, dropping my mean glare, just for a second.

"That I told him he was disgusting." I opened my mouth to speak, but Zayn cut me off. "I told him that so he would come running to you, crying, and then you would coming running to me, looking for a fight." Zayn laughed. "You're pathetic."

"That's the most messed up thing i have ever heard. " I said, looking him in the eye, my glare making my way back to my face.

"'I'll apologize, mate." Zayn said, getting his light facial expression back on. "I just needed to talk to you. I knew you would be too embarrassed to actually come. So, i had to force you. I didn't mean anything by it."

I scoffed. "Yeah, tell that to a crying Nialler."

"He'll get over it, and like i said, I'll apologize." He saw my unimpressed facial expression and added, "I promise."

I gave in, "Fine. What do you want?"

"I'm fine with you, both, being gay, and being gay for each other. Even though it's hard to accept right now..." Zayn trailed off. "But, i'm worried. What would the fans do if they found out two members of the band like cucumbers instead of donuts?...if you catch my drift... What would happened then?"

"They accepted me fine." 

'Well, that's only one member." Zayn said, avoiding my eyes, "What about two?"

"Zayn, what are you suggesting?" I crossed my arms, "That they'll hate us?"

"No. What if they start to think we are all gay? I love Perrie, at least I think, and i don't want to be called gay, no offense or anything."

"Classic," I said, rolling my eyes. "Some how you made this entire situation about yourself. I applaud you. Really, how do you do it?"

"Shut up, Styles." Zayn said, trying to hide a smile. "I mean it. I don't want it to happen."

"Dude, it already happened."

"What?"

"People already think we all are gay. They already think we are all in love with each other. So guess what? None of this effects you." I said, going toward the door. I opened it, but turned back to the darker man. "Oh, apologize to Nialler," I narrowed my eyes. "Like you promised." I shit the door behind me. I thought of those bright blue eyes being dulled by tears and found myself racing to get back to Ni's room.

I tried twisting the door knob, but Niall locked it. I rolled my eyes. "Niall? It's me, Harry. Please open the door. I need to talk to you."

Just by saying that much made a Niall open the door. He was a mess, a raggedy old blanket from Ireland wrapped around himself, his hair all messed up, and he was only in his boxers. It was challenge to keep my eyes on his when he was pretty much naked.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, after a few seconds i felt his arms around my neck. "Zayn didn't mean it." I whispered into his ear. He pulled back, his face now lightened up.

"Seriously?!" His voice full of hope. I nodded. He smiled and hugged me again. I hugged him back without any hesitation. I pulled him back and his smile fell as he looked me in the eye. I noticed his eyes flickering toward my lips. I didn't do anything, as mine were doing the same. I found myself leaning toward him. Desperate for his lips again. Are lips only brushed and he pulled back harshly.

"No." He said, and shut the door in my face. I backed into the wall behind me, colliding with it and leaning my head on it. That little brush made my head spin. How dare he not give me a real kiss? 

I closed my eyes, and sat on the ground, waiting because i know he will get bored, come out and ask to play Just Dance or something. Probably about five minutes.

Exactly five minutes later, the door creaked open. Niall popped his head out. "Harry?" He asked. I got up.

"Yeah Niall?"

"I'm bored." He said coming out, flaring his arms out. I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from laughing.

"What do you want to do?" I asked, quietly. Not quite sure if he was okay from only minutes before. He looked up.

"You don't want to know."

"Why not?"

"It's embarrassing." He said, his face turning an adorable color of red. 

"Just tell me." I said coming closer to him.

"K-k-iss you." He mumbled. I was shocked, but pretended i wasn't. He looked at me. "Can i kiss you Hazza?"

"It's not even a question." I smiled, I let myself in. His room smelt good, i closed the door and grabbed him in one swift motion. I instantly put my lips on his. He moved his in sync. I know that Niall's kisses is way better than anyone's, and i can never get enough. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, practically begging for entrance. He wouldn't let me in. I knew he was teasing. I placed my hand on his back and ran my hand down. I reached his butt and gave it a squeeze. He gasped and i let myself in. He laughed into my mouth, which made the kiss even better.

In that moment everything was perfect and I really felt like telling the three most perfect and most important words of the universe. I realised Niall and looked him in the eye, i opened my mouth to say it, but nothing came out. He smiled and I smiled back. Instead of telling him, i told him in a kiss.

A perfect, loving kiss.