The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

.07

»Not Like The Movies - Katy Perry«

N

Is it stupid of me to say that I wanted my first kiss to be something magical? Like a kiss in the rain. Or a kiss in the middle of a sentence.

It's not that I didn't enjoy the kiss, it was that Harry wanted me to forget it happened. He was drunk so he'd automatically forget about it. It wasn't fair really. If he had given me a warning ahead of time, I would have kissed back. Maybe that's why he wants me to forget.

Indie had found me sitting alone at the back of the club. She told me that Harry said it was time to go. I got up without causing trouble and I followed her out of the club. The limo was already waiting for us and when we got in, Harry was passed out on the seat.

"Oh, great. Now I'm gonna have to drag his lanky arse inside his house," Indie groaned as the driver closed the door behind us.

"I-I'll do it, Indie. I don't mind..." I said slowly.

Her eyes widened at me. She mouthed "thank you" to me and I just nodded. The driver started driving away then and all I could do was stare at Harry sleeping. His hair covered his face and he was snoring. He looked so peaceful. He didn't look like someone who was capable of kidnapping.

I looked over at Indie when she softly gasped.

"Is that a lovebite on your neck, Niall?"

I nodded and when she asked who it was from, I pointed to Harry. She gasped again.

"He also..."

But I stopped. Maybe he didn't want Indie to know so that's why he told me to forget. Were him and Indie a thing? Is that why Mr. Carson called Indie "Harry's lady friend"?

No no. That couldn't be it at all.

"He also what, Niall? Tell me," she begged.

"He kissed me. Harry kissed me..." Indie gasped for a third time, "but it doesn't matter. He told me to forget it ever happened. A-and what sucks about is...I can't. I can't forget it. No one ever forgets their first kiss..."

Indie then covered her mouth and when she dropped her hands from her face, her eyes darted between Harry and I.

"He was your first kiss?" I nodded quickly, "Harry doesn't know that, does he?"

I shook my head no.

"It was...supposed to be...magical and...it wasn't."

"Niall I'm sorr--"

"I'll just forget about it like he asked. I'll force myself to forget..."

I glanced at Indie and saw her frown.

"He's a dick for telling you to forget it. Whether or not he knew it was your first, he shouldn't have said that..." She sighed, "I'm sure if he was sober..."

"If he was sober the kiss wouldn't have happened," I said quickly.

That kept her silent for the rest of the ride back to Harry's mansion. Like I had said, I carried Harry into his house. Since I had no idea where his room was, Indie led the way.

She opened the double doors to his room and I stepped inside. His room was huge. His bed was pretty big too. Indie walked to the bed and pulled back the duvet and patted the mattress for me to lay Harry down. I carefully walked to the bed and laid him down.

Together, Indie and I took off Harry's clothes so that he was only in his boxers. He almost woke up a few times; mumbling something about not having a proper hat. Indie was giggling softly. She must have known what she meant.