When Harry Meets A Punk ~ Larry Stylinson & Ziall Moran

Chapter 6 ~ Narry and More Dylan

Warning extrem smut at the end!!

"Li! I'm home!" Niall announces, with Harry standing behind him.

Niall and Harry had an eventful day. Niall being asked out by Zayn Malik. Harry exchanging 'pictures' with Louis....but Harry swears that nothing is going on between them. Conversations like the following are just normal things friends say.....

"Harbear!"

"LouLou!"

"Your crowns are beautiful..."

"Thanks your piercings are....cute...."

Or sharing text like these....

Message received

From: Lou

Did you in joy the pic?

To: Lou

I guess so...but you gave me one I should give you one. Here!

Message Sent

From: Lou

Holly shit!

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That was completely normal....

The boys what for a little bit longer, and Liam still hasn't responded. But, then they heard steps walking down the hallway.

"Who are you?" The American boy asks.

"I'm Niall, Liam's brother. That's Harry," Niall explains,"Are you Liam's friend?"

The boy smirks,"You could say that. Anyway I'm Dylan, and I'll be staying here for a while. I got into trouble so Liam's got to look after me, make sure I'm not being a bad boy...."

Niall and Harry are slightly uncomfortable with that last part, but they smile and say "Welcome!"

"If I could ask, where is Liam?" Harry questions putting his bookbag on the floor.

"Oh, he's taking a shower right now. I think it's just an excuse to avoid me, but it's fine," Dylan shrugs and walks over to the kitchen and starts drinking milk right out of the container....ewww...

Niall is to polite to say anything, but he is definitely going to the store later and buying more milk.

Niall and Harry go up to Nialls bedroom and plop down on the bed, shutting the door when they came in. "That Dylan kid is a trip!" Harry chuckles. "Yeah, I have to remind Liam to not use that milk," Niall snickers.

They finish up some of their homework. It was all pretty easy, Niall and Harry are pretty smart.

The Irish boy hears a ring from his phone.

From: Zayn 'Greek-God'

Hey its Zayn, can I pick you up for the date tomorrow at 7?

To: Zayn 'Greek-God'

Sure. Where are you taking me?

From: Zayn 'Greek-God'

It's a surprise! Bye Nialler

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"Who was that?" Harry asks, texting himself.

"Zayn, he is picking me up tomorrow at 7."

Harry whistles with a smirk,"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Gross, Harold...."

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Dylans POV

"Liam," I whisper into the taller boys ear.

"Yes, Dylan?"

"Can I sleep with you?"

I take the pillow thrown to my face as a no.

"Boooooo....." I whine.

Plan B

I law down next to him, my face facing his, who's eyes are closed. I place my hand on the front of his boxers. "Now can I?"

"No!" Liam pulls my hand out of his boxers,"Stop acting like a whore!" I cross my arms and roll my eyes,"Maybe I am one."

Liam opens his eyes,"Stop saying such yhings." "What? I suck a lot of guys cockadoodles!" I shrug my shoulders.

Liam doesn't reply for a few seconds and keeps staring straight in to my eyes. "No, you should respect yourself. Stop talking about how you give away sex. Stop using your body for people you don't know," Liam grabs my hands,"You should only do such intimate things with a person you care about and love, and they love you back!"

I don't know what to say. How can someone reply to something like that? His hands were so rough and manly, his voice like British silk, I feel so safe around him. And I do something stupid...

I kiss him!

I take my hands out of his grip and place them on his checks, close my eyes, and kiss his lips roughly.

Liam doesn't pull away or kiss back for a while, but when I do pull away he pulls me back into his embrace and kisses me softly.

Liam's POV (A/N: I'm a Liam girl, can't help it)

When Dylan kisses me, I'm shocked, yet not disgusted.

I know I can't be fully straight, because I do have some feelings for Harry. I might be bi, gay, pan. I really don't know.

But Dylans lips for soft and smooth. He must use chapstick, because I tasted strawberries. Cute....

I pull away from the sweet kiss I give him, and I say something I may regret,"Please help me figure out myself just for one night."

Dylan is shocked at first but nods,"Um ok..." I see a faint blush on his checks.

Let's do this...

Dylan goes back to kissing me, our heads moving side to side, small moans coming out from our lips. Dylan climbs on top of me, and grabs hand resting it on his bum. I pull away unsure of what to do.

Dylan giggles, making me blush,"What?" "You look cute when your confused, just move your hand around stop being so stiff."

"I don't want to do anything to make-" "Just shut up and touch my ass!" Dylan kisses me again, instructing me to continue.

I pull my hands under his boxers, the only clothes he is wearing. (Yes, I still have my shirt on.) I feel his smooth skin, and give it a slight squeeze. 

He jumps,surprised by my forwardness, bit moans louder.

We continue kissing awhile longer, but now french kissing, and start moving or crotches together. Hands are rubbing over chests and muscles, and soon all clothes are scattered on the floor.

And soon after....I'm slowly thrusting into Dylan, his legs on my shoulders.

"Liam..oh...Liam."

"Y-fuck...yes?"

"So," I thrust faster and deeper,"GOOD!" Dylan moans.

At this point I don't care if someone hears.

"I I'm going to-" before I could finish I 'explode' inside the American boy. Dylan groans and moans as he came right after me.

We have none each other for one day....fuck!

I lay down next to a breathless Dylan. He moves his head to my bare chest,"was it good? Did you find yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm gay, cause no woman has ever made me lose it like that."

"Ok, goodnight."

"Night."

And just like that, it was as if we did not have sex, but ended with the boy cuddling into my chest.