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February 21st 2015
*Niall’s P.O.V.*
I groaned with pleasure as he pushed me back against the wall, his body pressed close to mine, and kissed me hard yet soft; If that even makes sense.
“I love you, Niall.” he mumbled against my lips. I moaned in response and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling a few strands knowing that it would drive him crazy. He growled, hands on my hips griping them tightly, and pulled him self closer to me, which I didn’t know was possible. I went back to fiercely, and a bit sloppily, kissing him.
I whined when I didn’t feel his lips on mine but moaned right after as he started sucking on my neck.
I felt a throbbing pain in my lower region. Well this is awkward.
As you can see, Harry and I have never gone all the way. Don’t know what I mean? We’ve lnever made love, had sex, fucked. Whatever you call it we haven’t done it. Sure, we’ve given handjobs and blowjobs but nothing else. Of course we want to, I mean, we’re in love. But there is this one thing stopping me.
Harry is my best friend’s, Zayn’s, step-brother. He has no idea that we have been in a relationship.
I put my hands on Harry’s face and pull him from my neck so I could look at him.
“I’m ready Harry.” I say as my blue eyes look into his green eyes. I took notice that his eyes became about three shades darker with what looked like lust.
“Niall are you sure? What abo-” I cut him off.
“Yes, Harry. I’m sure. I love you so much it hurts and I want to be able to show you that. I don’t care about anyone else. I only care about you and about us. One day I want to be able to scream to the world the you are mine and only mine. You complete me, Harry. I love you.” I finish my mini rant and place a soft kiss on his lips.
“I love you too, Niall. I just need to know that you are absolutely sure about this because…” He continued talking but I was too busy playing with the hem of his shirt to listen. “…know you are scared that he will fi-” I cut him off again.
“Just letting you know that I am not listening to anything you are saying. I’m too busy thinking of a way to get this shirt off of you.” I said, my voice dripping with fake innocence as I look at him while biting my lip. He rolls his eyes and pulls his shirt off. I smile and run my hands down his chest. I rest my hands on his hips and lean in for a kiss.
At some point my shirt was taken off and we moved to his bed. He was lying on the bed and I lay on top of him.
“Let’s keep this slow, okay?” He mumbled against my lips and I mumbled back an ‘okay’. For the next few minutes, we continued our love-filled kiss while our hands roamed each other’s bodies. Yelling is what made us break apart.
“What the actual f-ck!?” It was Zayn. Harry and I broke away instantly and I rolled off of him.
“Zayn, I can expl-” Harry was cut off.
“No, Harry. I don’t want to hear it! I specifically told you three years ago that you could not date Niall! And what were you doing? You were forcing him to have sex with you! And another thing-”
“Zayn! Harry was not forcing me to do anything with him. And what do you mean you told him he couldn’t date me? Is it because I was your friend? Because that’s just selfish, Zayn. You can’t blame anything on Harry! I was the one who kissed him first. Two years ago. Asked him to be my boyfriend. One year and ten months ago. Said I love you first. One year and seven months ago. We kept our relationship a secret from you because we both knew you would freak out! I was terrified that you would disapprove of us. And I was right. I know that you hate the sight in front of you right now, so why do I just do you a favour and leave?!” I exclaim, pick up my shirt and walk out. My house is only about ten minutes away so harsh wind of the winter season wouldn’t bother me too much. Wow, I was wrong.
About half way to my house I hear shouting behind me. But I was too cold to think about who it was. I was stopped and a sweatshirt was being put on me then strong, warm arms were wrapped around me.
‘Harry.’ I thought.
“Let’s get you to your house.” He whispered. I nodded and he unwraps his arms and grabs my hand. We continue the walk to house in silence.
Once we walked into my house, Harry told me to change into warmer clothes while he waited in the living room. I walk down the stairs wearing sweatpants and an oversized jumper, which may or may not have been Harry’s, along with fuzzy socks. He was watching an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.
“Personally, I would have named the seahorse Debbie instead of Mystery.” I say as I sit next to Harry on the couch. He nods in agreement and moved himself closer to me.
He kissed my cheek and said, “I’m proud of you. You not only stood up for me, but in a way you stood up for yourself. Zayn told me to tell you that he was sorry for assuming things and that he approves of our relationship. He really cares about you y’know? He didn’t want me to date you because he was scared of me hurting you. That’s only because when I was in high school I was known as ‘The Player’ even though I only had one girlfriend. She was really just a cover for my parents so they didn’t think I was gay. Anyway, thank you for standing up for me. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Harry. And I’m sorry for letting this ruin our night. This was suppose to be a memorable night.” I say and look down, my knees randomly becoming very interesting. Harry places one finger under my chin and makes me look at him. He leans in and presses his lips on mine in a gentle kiss.
“If tonight can’t be a memorable night, then why don’t we make it a re-memorable night?” I looked at him confused and he continued. “We can be like those people on TV when they have those flashback episodes.” He said excitedly.
“Okay. So what do you want to remember first?” I ask.
“Let’s remember our first kiss because that was probably the worst and best day of my life.”
Flashback (still in Niall’s POV)
February 10th 2013
Ding
Text from: ZAYN
Get here ASAP Harry is having a break down and won’t talk to me. HELP!
Text to: ZAYN
Be there in five.
I quickly run out of my house and jump into my car. After starting the car I immediately pull out and drive as fast as possible (while still obeying speed limits) to Zayn and Harry’s house.
I get there within minutes and pull into the driveway. As soon as I kill the engine, I hop out of the car and start knocking on the front door.
Zayn answers the door and I ask, “Where is he?”
“In his bedroom.” I nod and run up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, then down the hallway to his bedroom. I knock on his door.
No answer.
I knock again. No answer.
I knock a third time and again, no answer. But instead of knocking for a fourth time I just open the door. Harry was curled up into a ball in the middle of his bed. What ever happened must have been bad. I close the door behind me and walk over to him.
“Hey, Hazza. Can you talk to me?” I ask as I sit down on his bed. He nods. Okay, this is good I can get him to talk to me.
I open my arms out for him, which he gladly accepts. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and snuggles his face into my neck. I place one arm securely around his waist while I use the other to rub his back.
I feel something wet on my neck and realised that Harry is crying.
“Harry please tell me what happened.” I begged. He sobbed something that sounded like, ‘He found someone else.’
“Oh, Harry. He wasn’t good enough for you anyway. You deserve so much better.” I say and kiss his temple.
His sobs soon turn into soft snores. He’s sleeping. He cried himself to sleep.
I carefully move him off of me and rest him on his bed. I heard him say something in his sleep along the lines of ‘cuddle’. So I did. I lay down next to him and he instantly wrapped one arm around my neck and the nother around my waist and pulled me close to him. And when I say close, I mean close. Our noses were just barley touching. When I was sure he was asleep I did what I never thought I would do before.
I kissed him.
I don’t know why I did it but I did it and I’m glad I did it. Harry was sleep so he couldn’t have known what I did, right? Right? Wrong.
His eyes snapped open and he said, “Kiss me again.” I looked at him completely dumbfounded.
“W-what?” I stuttered.
“Kiss me again. I think I felt something, Niall. Just kiss me again.” He said.
I slam me lips to his and he kisses back. Slowly, our lips started to move in sync until we pulled away at the same time.
“Yeah I definitely felt something.” Harry smiled.
END FLASHBACK
“That was fun.” Harry said and I nodded in agreement. “Now you think of something.”
“How about when we became boyfriends?” I suggest.
“Okay.”
FLASHBACK (still Niall’s POV)
April 29th 2013
I invited Harry over tonight. I am going to ask him to be my boyfriend. We’ve been together for two months and neither of us asked.
I wanted to ask him in a creative way so I left a trail of number two pencils from the front door all the way up to the spot where I’m standing. I told Harry just to walk in when he gets here, which should be in any minute.
I heard my front door open then close. Footsteps. My bedroom door opening, closing. The light being turned on.
I looked at Harry and smiled. When he stepped in front of me I grabbed his face and brought him in for a short kiss.
When we pulled back I said, “Los lápices son el número dos, porque tú eres el número uno. ¿Serías mi novio?”
“You know I don’t speak Spanish.” He huffed.
“I said, ‘The pencils are number two because you are number one. Will you be my boyfriend?'”
“Yes.” He said. We both smiled widely. “I will be your boyfriend.”
END FLASHBACK
“I never asked, but how did you come up with that?” Harry questioned.
“In all honesty, when I was younger my Spanish teacher gave all her classes pencils which had a little note that said what I said to you. I just added the boyfriend part and randomly thought of the trail of pencils.”
“Well it was very creative.” He said and pecked my lips.
“Thank you, baby. Now you think of something.” I say.
“First ‘I love you’?” I nod.
FLASHBACK (still Niall’s POV)
July 2nd 2013
I was at Harry and Zayn’s shared house and luckily, Zayn wasn’t here and isn’t until tomorrow afternoon. That means we have the whole place to ourselves. Which was great because I was planning to tell Harry that I loved him. We’ve been together for five months and boyfriends for three.
“So what do you want to do, Hazza?” I ask. He cuddles closer to me and says,
“I think this is perfect.”
“Why don’t we watch a movie?” I suggest. He smiles and walks away to get a movie. When he comes back he shows me the movie.
Love Actually
“Harry, we’ve watched this movie a million times already.” I whine as he presses ‘play’.
“But it’s my favourite movie.” He pouts. Darn, he knows I can’t resist his pouting face.
“Okay, fine. We’ll watch it. But only cause I love you.” Sh-t I didn’t not mean to say it like that! I had plan and this was not it at all!!
“I love you too, Niall.” Harry smiles. “I’ve actually been wanting to tell you that for a while now but I didn’t know how. So thank you for saving me the trouble.”
“Just shut up and kiss me.” I say. He grins and attaches our lips.
END FLASHBACK
“Come with me.” I said a grabbed his hand. I then pulled him up to my room. We walk in and sit on the side of my bed.
“Close your eyes.” I directed and he did. I slid my hand under my pillow and found what I was looking for. A small black box where the inside held a ring with a small, yet beautiful diamond.
I carefully open the box and tell Harry to open his eyes. At first he looks at me, then his eyes slowly make their way down to the ring. His eyes quickly snap back up to mine and I start talking.
“Harry, I never thought that I would fall so madly in love with my best friend’s step brother. But I did. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Harry and I love you so much. Will you marry me?”
Harry had tears running down his face and a smile so wide I was afraid his mouth was going to fall off.
“Yes. Yes, Niall I will marry you. I love you.” He said and let me slip the ring onto his finger before engulfing me in a huge hug.
I guess tonight was a memorable night after all.
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