Narry

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“Um, hey Niall? Can I talk to you for a second?” I asked nervously, not sure if I was ready for what I was about to do.

            “Sure, Haz,” He smiled and got up to follow me out of Liam’s apartment. We started walking across the complex, I guess to my apartment. I didn’t say anything yet, because I wasn’t sure what exactly to say. ‘Niall, how did you know you were gay? Because I think I’m in love with you.’ Yeah, that would blow over well.

            “Harry,” He asked softly as we walked into my apartment. “What’s up?”

            “Um,” I said, unable to meet his eyes. “Nothing, never mind.”

            “Harry.” He said. “Come on, you know you can talk to me about anything.”

            I took a deep breath. “Ni, how did you know you were gay?”

            “I realized I was in love with another guy.” He said simply.

            “But you don’t date, or see anyone,” I pointed out.

            He cracked a sad half smile. “I said I was in love with another guy, I didn’t say he was in love with me.”

            “Well he’s an idiot,” I mumbled, thinking about how someone could NOT love Niall. He was absolutely perfect.

            He laughed. “I wouldn’t say he’s an idiot. Is that all you want to talk about?” He asked.

            I nodded and bit my lip.

            “Harry,” he asked softly. “Why did you ask me that?”

            “Because I think I’m in love with another guy,” I said just above a whisper.

            “Who?” He asked tentatively.

            “One of my best friends.” I said, beating around the question.

            His eyes darkened. “It’s Louis, isn’t it?”

            “What?” I asked surprised. “No, it’s not Louis.”

            “Oh come off it, Harry! Everyone thinks you two are secretly in love. Well fine, just tell him and get it over with!” He yelled.

            “Niall, why are you so mad?! It’s not Louis!” I yelled back at him.

            “Well then who the hell could you possibly be in love with?” He yelled at me.

            “You, you bastard!” I yelled back.

            His eyes widened, and so did mine as I realized what I said. “What did you say?” He asked.

            “Nothing,” I mumbled.

            “Harry,” he said as he walked up to me. I couldn’t look at him, and I wanted to punch myself for saying that. “Harry, look at me.” He said, and I finally met his eyes. He had a smile on his face, and his deep blue eyes were sparkling, as he pressed his lips to mine. I closed my eyes, and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, and I kissed him back. He bit my bottom lip, and I opened to let him. He moaned into the kiss, and I could feel my jeans getting tight as I got hard. We kissed until we both needed air, and I moved to bite his neck and trail kisses down to his ear.

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