euphoric (n.s. AU)

t w e n t y

read the announcement i left for you cuties 😌
also a little bit of smut so yeah read with caution

*Niall's POV*

I couldn't fall asleep. I'd been laying there for almost 3 hours - all because I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted Harry to fuck me.

I've never felt this way before. Harry just felt so... good. His skin smelled so sweet, his lips were so soft. There was an electrical current shooting through my body every time his hands ran over my skin. It's almost like he knew what would make me feel good. As soon as I'm about to drift off into another daydream of Harry and I, something dawns on me.

He touches Marissa like that.

My heart drops to my stomach, the sudden feeling of nausea flooding my body. I liked Harry. There was no doubt about it. I wouldn't have done the things I did with him if I didn't feel a certain way. Which leads me to believe; does Harry feel a certain way, too? Or is he just in a bad spot - using me as a way to distract himself?

Either way, I couldn't lie. It felt good to be used by him. It felt good to have him next to me all of the time, to have him check up on me constantly. To be his priority. I thought about Zayn, and how he made me feel this way in the beginning of our relationship. After what happened, I had blocked him on every social platform imaginable - even my email. But I couldn't help but give into the nagging feeling of wondering how he is. I shake my head before reaching over to the side table and unplugging my phone, unlocking it, and opening his thread of messages. I hadn't deleted them yet; I couldn't. I weighed out the pros and cons of unblocking him and reaching out, and before I can convince myself not to, I hit the "unblock caller" button.

2:24 AM // hey. are you awake?

I click send before I can change my mind, and almost as if he was waiting on our chat for me to text him, he has already read it and begins typing back.

2:25 AM // How could I possibly sleep? I haven't slept since you left. Niall, baby. I love you so much. I'm so glad you messaged me. I've been worried sick about you. Are you somewhere safe? I'm sorry about what happened between us.

2:26 AM // i love you too zayn. i'm safe, i'm okay.

2:26 AM // Is there anyway I can persuade you to come home? I really need you. The only way I can sleep is with you by my side baby. I'll do anything you want me to, I just need you here. Please.

I can hear my heartbeat in my ears and feel the tears forming in my eyes. He wants me to come home? After our fight, I didn't think he wanted anything to do with me. I force my eyes away from my phone and look down at Harry. He is sleeping peacefully, the only thing visible is his messy head of hair peeking out from the blankets. His chest is rising and falling at a calm pace. I look back at my phone, only to see the 3 chat bubbles dancing at the bottom of the screen, signaling me that he's typing again.

2:28 AM // Baby please. I can come get you.

I suck in a deep, long breath before typing up a reply.

2:28 AM // okay. i'll walk to the end of the block and then send you the address.

I hit send and a surge of guilt crosses over me. Harry is here for me. I'm leaving Harry to go stay with the man who caused all of this. I decide to spare him the information and let him sleep, while I quietly scurry around to gather up my belongings. As soon as I'm done, I walk to the front door and stop, looking back at Harry. He looks like he's reached tranquility; his lips slightly parted, his eyelashes flat against his cheeks, his arms hugging the blanket close to his face. I sigh, before gently unlocking the door and slipping out.