A line of kisses down my neck, a simple smile into the crook. A delicate trail of hands flowing up my body, reaching up to grasp my face. A longing kiss on my lips, a soft moan from his voice. A wandering hand landing on my middle, not failing to unbutton my trousers. Any of those actions were all he needed to melt me; to make me collapse in his arms, to make me moan along with him, to make me lose myself, to make me surrender to his power, to make me fall into his desires. And of course, that's exactly what he chose to do. Short Story #57 Other #99 © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _ParisLights_ on Wattpad.com

Every year, on their anniversary, they go on their hill, Niall holds a camera and Harry rambles.

È una freddissima giornata di dicembre e come ogni gelido pomeriggio che si rispetti Niall prepara la sua santa cioccolata calda, ne prepara sempre un po' di più, nel caso qualcuno venisse a fargli visita. E lui sa benissimo chi sarà quel qualcuno.

Narry came out the closet! It doesn't matter what everyone says because they've finally got each other but as it turns out money and fame can bring out the worst in us. As Harry slowly slips away, can Niall manage to bring him back?

Una One shot sui Narry (Harry e Niall degli One Direction). Spero vi piaccia, in tal caso lasciate una stellina ed un commento con tutti i vostri giudizi, anche negativi! Grazie della vostra attenzione. Pace,amore, empatia. Bex.

Quest’ultimo lo aiutò a girarsi, leccando il suo sapore che colava sulle gambe morbide e lisce. « Papà dovrebbe vederci, non siamo mai andati d’accordo più che in questo momento! »