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Promt 7

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait its just school! :( but hey the holidays are almost here and I'm gonna post more often!

Is anyone else scarred bout Mr. X and the "storm"? I don't know what's going on....

Well on with the story! This one is really cute!! (: x

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"You want tea?" Harry shouted towards the bedroom as he grabbed the kettle and two mugs, pouring the boiling water without waiting for Niall's answer.

"Sure," Niall's response was belated and sleepy, sounding from the doorway of the kitchen. Harry grabbed the mugs and turned around. He wished he hadn't.

Niall was standing a few steps into the kitchen, looking drowsy and delicious as he rubbed a hand across his bleary blue eyes. His thin frame was swallowed by the gray jumper he had nicked from Harry's closet, wearing nothing else but a pair of tight white Calvin Klein boxers. His cheeks were flushed, creased and soft from sleep. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess and the rounded curve of his shoulders made him seem even shorter and cuter than normal.

Harry swallowed harshly and tried to look away, but found that he couldn't. He had a sudden overwhelming desire to touch Niall, to hold him and kiss him and wrap him up and never let go. But he couldn't do that. They weren't like that. They were fuck buddies and nothing more. Even these morning after tea dates were few and far in-between.

"Thanks Haz," Niall accepted the steaming mug and wrapped it in his hands, the sleeves of the jumper slipping down to cover his fingers.

Harry nodded and finally glanced away, choosing to focus on his own cup of tea instead of Niall's husky morning voice and pretty face.

Niall shuffled his way over to the kitchen table and sat down in one of the mismatched chairs there, setting his mug down and looking expectantly at Harry. Harry joined him as Niall yawned sleepily, his pink lips looking more kissable than ever.

Niall eyed the flowers in the center of the table, reaching out and plucking a petal off one. "What's with the flowers?"

Harry shrugged, "They're from a friend."

"Just a friend?" Harry swore he heard something akin to worry in Niall's voice, but he brushed it off. They weren't like that. Niall didn't want to be in a relationship with him. If he did, Harry was sure they would already be in one.

Harry nodded and took a sip of his tea, trying not to get too caught up in reading between the lines of Niall's questions.

"They're umm, very nice," Niall finally offered, fingers fiddling with the petal he had pulled. They drank their tea in silence for a few seconds before Niall blurted, "Why did your friend buy you flowers?"

"I don't know," Harry quirked a bare shoulder. "Just because I guess."

"Because why?" Niall's blue eyes were desperate. "Because he wants to get in your pants?"

Harry nibbled on his bottom lip and wondered if they were going to finally have this talk. Harry had labeled what they had in his head, but the two of them had never really spoken about it. He thought his crush on Niall was pretty clear, though he had doubts about what the blonde felt towards him. Unfortunately Harry didn't think Niall liked him like that, which is why he had never brought it up. He was afraid if he made it clear he wanted more than just someone to fuck Niall would be gone.

"You're the only person I'm sleeping with," Harry scrubbed his finger at a mark on the table and avoided Niall's gaze. "If that's what you were wondering."

"Yeah," Niall said shortly and silence claimed the table once again. Maybe they weren't going to talk about it.

"How long?" Niall suddenly asked, his tea forgotten.

"How long what?" Harry glanced up and met Niall's gaze, dropping his eyes almost immediately. He really wanted to snog the other boy but was pretty sure that would be a bad idea. He didn't want to drive Niall away.

"How long have you been sleeping with only me?"

"Three months," Harry muttered.

There was mild surprise in Niall's voice, "You haven't slept with anyone else while we've been doing this?"

Harry shook his head and asked the question he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to, "Why? Have you?"

"No," Niall assured him, then blushed. "I mean, I figured that since you're so hot, you had more suitors than just me."

"Suitors?" Harry couldn't help the tilting smile that danced across his lips. "Nope, no other suitors. You're my only one."

"Good," Niall flushed as soon as the word escaped his mouth before he awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair and glanced away. "Umm I should probably get going. I'll see you later, yeah?"

Harry got to his feet as Niall did. He thought about grabbing the smaller boy and pulling him into a tight hug, but in the end he just awkwardly patted Niall's arm. "You can keep the jumper if you want," Harry offered. "It looks nice on you."

"Thanks," Niall fiddled with the ends of the sleeves. "Sorry for taking it out of the closet. I was cold."

"It's fine," Harry insisted. "You can take whatever you want. I don't mind."

Niall took a step towards the door, then mumbled something under his breath.

"What did you say?" Harry asked.

"I said fuck it," Niall turned and launched himself at Harry, his arms closing around the other boy as he pushed their lips together desperately. Harry's hands landed lightly on his thin hips as he kissed him back, enjoying kissing Niall in a place that wasn't his bed. "I don't want to do this anymore Harry," Niall pulled away with a breathless, nervous laugh. "I don't want to worry that when I'm not with you that you're with someone else. I don't want to just be a quick fuck anymore. I want to mean something to you. I want to be yours."

Harry didn't bother to respond with words, instead gripping Niall tighter and kissing him with all he was worth. Niall let out a short giggle as Harry walked the pair of them backwards, going until he felt the couch hit the back of his legs. He collapsed down and pulled Niall with him, snuggling the smaller boy closer as they continued to kiss.

"Works for me," Harry finally whispered against Niall's lips as the blonde got more comfortable in his lap.

Niall seemed relieved and he leaned up to drop a tiny kiss on Harry's nose. Harry scrunched his nose, earning a giggle from Niall, and enjoyed the warm weight of the other boy in his lap as Niall sleepily leaned his head against Harry's shoulder.

Harry grinned and pressed a searing kiss to the curve of Niall's neck, "Why didn't we do this sooner? I though you knew I liked you."

Niall shook his head and murmured softly, "Didn't know."

"Oh," Harry nudged the smaller boy's cheek with his nose, stealing his lips in a kiss when Niall glanced up. "Well I do."

Niall just snuggled up to him in response, yawning a bit as he nuzzled into Harry's warm skin. "Can we stay like this all day?"

"Don't you have class?" Harry glanced towards the clock. "In like an hour?"

Niall shrugged lightly, "I can skip."

Harry gave him a smooch on the cheek and curled his arms tighter around Niall. Within minutes they were both asleep, content smiles on their faces as they both finally got what they had wanted all along.

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SEE WASN'T THAT CUTE AW AW AW.!!!!