that's for my boyfriend! ▸ narry

▸ i need all the fucking dirty deets

harry led niall through the streams of people, and although they're blocked off he can feel their hands reaching over the fences.  harry's hand was on the small of niall's back and niall may or may not have been freaking out.  because it's definitely normal to have harry fucking styles hand on the small of your back.  it didn't matter that niall wasn't a styler or a curl or whatever the fuck they're called because nobody who can see would say that harry isn't hot.  harry styles is a gay man's dream come true.  niall was so focused on harry's hand that he almost missed louis' face as they got closer and closer to the car.  well, i said almost.  "louis?" niall asked, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy.  louis grinned, suddenly glad that niall secretly knew harry styles because now he'd get to meet him as well.

just as they were about to get into the car niall noticed the mass of people all grabbing at him, he started to back away and that's when harry bent over and kissed him.  there was a mass of screams but the above all there was one voice that was louder than them all.  "fuck yes! niall i need all the fucking dirty deets!  you better tell me what goes on in harry's bedroom!"

niall blushed an unflattering shade of beet root red and gave louis the finger.  and before niall knew what was happening harry's lips were detaching from his own and they were hustled into the car.  niall stared across the console at harry, "next time could you please give me a little warning?"

"warning for what?" harry asked.

"i dunno. hmm... lemme think... maybe fucking kissing me?!"

"i did," harry laughed.

"when?"

"'let's make the fans go crazy,' ring any bells?"

"how was that warning?" niall asked.

"well i assumed you'd understand i'd be doing something romantic."

"oh."

"yeah...  was that louis?" harry asked.

"the asshole i flipped off?"

"the asshole you flipped off."

"yeah, that's him.  he's a massive twat, makes me pay the entire rent," niall smiled, fondly.

"he doesn't sound like that much of a twat."

"well he isn't that much of a twat."

"am i that much of a twat?" harry asked, showing niall a perfect pout.

"course not.  you're more of a twat," niall grinned.

harry rolled his eyes.

"where are we headed anyways?" niall asked.

"my flat," harry responded, simply.

"i'm not heading home?" niall questioned.

"well, you're my boyfriend. i ought to know a bit about you."

"so you're not taking me to your house to have rough sex like louis thinks?" niall teased.

"no. no, definitely no," harry blushed.

and yeah, niall didn't mind making harry blush at all.