in the heat.
Here’s a little thing I wrote following on from the horrific heat-wave that we’ve had in the UK lately. This is my first time posting anything I’ve written so please be nicee😁
Also, a huge thank you needs to go out to narrymusings who has literally been my rock throughout the last eight months and her support has meant the world to me. I also have to thank her for being the one that is making me post this after having sent it to her yesterday. Kayla, you’re the best.
One thing Niall
would never have believed in after the formation of the band
in 2010 is that he would be lying in bed five years later, in the summer of
2015 during the hottest heat wave in a decade, next to a long-haired, sexy, yet
very sweaty and very naked, sleeping Harry Styles. He just
would never have pictured it, being at his own large London
house, in a king-size bed on a two week break after the end of their second World
Tour’s European leg before heading off to the States, he just couldn’t have.
For starters he thought he liked girls - hell, he still does like
girls, but Harry is Harry and there was always something special about him.
Something special about himself with Harry, and everyone could see it; even his
father, always dubbing harry as his “special friend”. And yes, it took
some time for him to embrace his feelings, admit them to himself, let alone
Harry, and yes, it’s been difficult what with the rising stardom and the band’s
global success - but it’s all worth it, especially in moments like this when
nothing in the world matters but them. And with that thought he begins to
smile, subconsciously pulling Harry closer and, unbeknownst to him, the curly-haired
lad was very much awake and admiring his side profile.
"What are you thinking about?” He hears Harry speak up, the younger
lad having risen up on his elbow, now staring down at the blond, eyebrows
furrowed and wondering what his blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty was thinking
Niall tilts his head and looks up towards him, his hand reaching up to gently
cup his boyfriend’s prickly jaw – he needs to shave, he thinks,
voicing it whilst smiling and staring into the depths of his lovers eyes.
“Hm, just you, us, this,” he smiles again, nudging his head deeper
into the pillow as he moves his hand off of Harry’s jaw and gestures around the
“Yeah?” Harry settles back against the bed, still on his side facing
Niall, “What about it?”
“Just how lucky I am to have you… How lucky we are to have this…”
He sighs, taking a deep breath, the heat starting to affect him now, pushing
the crisp sheets off of his torso.
“Of how fortunate we are, and how all of this shit - the hiding, the
publicity girls and what comes with that - it’s worth it, especially when it
comes to moments like this, with you, where it’s just us and no-one else.
Nothing else matters because it’s me and you, its NiallandHarry, HarryandNiall
and we’re us. We are in the most popular band of the world, but here we are,
lying in bed on this bloody hot day,” he says, chuckling and licking his
lips. “And yet nothing else matters because you’re here, you’re here with
me and not on the other side of the world, not standing on the opposite side of
the stage, you’re here next to me and it’s just.. You’re worth it, this is
worth it, Harry, no matter what the struggles are that we have to go through to
get this, it’s worth it and I love you,” Niall finishes, not knowing where
that all came from. A sense of relief overcomes him, as if he just had needed to
voice it. He glances up at Harry, his eyes having drifted to Harry’s travel bag
in the corner, the pressing reality that he’s leaving in the late afternoon,
traveling down to visit his cousins before jetting off tomorrow to LA, leaving
Niall behind, deflating him.
Harry is smiling,
grinning even and lets out a low chuckle, rolling over on top of him, settling
between his legs and blocking Niall’s head with his elbows - and just by looking at the glistening of
Harry’s eyes he knows that they’re going to be okay, he knows that
Harry feels exactly the same way.
Leaning down so that their faces are inches apart and looking into his eye, Harry
begins to speak softly, "First of all, I love you too… And of
course this is worth it. Everything is worth it when you’re involved, Niall,
everything.“ He smiles softly, leaning down to press a small kiss beside
the corner of his mouth, before finally kissing his slightly chapped lips. He
quickly pulls away, trying to not fall into the traps of Niall’s lips once
again and smirks, the moment quickly broken as he pushes himself up higher and
prods Niall’s cheek, "And secondly… Are you sure this is my Niall?!
Where is this sappy, sensitive side coming from?!” Harry’s grinning as he
finishes, chuckling as Niall pushes at his chest, pushing him off.
“You’re such a
fucking prick,” Niall grins breathlessly, “I am sensitive! And I can be
soppy! You make me be soppy!” Niall sits up fully now, the
covers slipping down to his waist, frowning as his phone buzzes. It’s a text
from Laura; the LIC are meeting up tonight after Harry’s left and she’s just
confirming the plans for later. He slowly types out a reply, sends it and goes
to pull up Twitter.
Harry finds himself
draping over Niall’s side and kissing his neck, reading Niall’s tweets as he
does so. “I know you are, I’m sorry.” Harry smirks, letting Niall know that
he’s not really sorry and goes back to laying down against the bed, Niall
standing up as he does so, fully naked with only his arse on show.
“Hey, Niall?” Harry
questions, smirking to himself at what he’s about to say.
turning around having walked halfway to the bathroom.
“I think I know why
this is the hottest day in a decade.”
knowing that what Harry is about to say is going to be another one of his
stupid jokes where he thinks he’s funny and that he will just have to laugh out
of common decency and because when has he ever not laughed at one of Harry’s jokes?
– ‘I’m only laughing because of how stupid that was, Haz. I’m sorry but
you literally come up with the most random stuff!’
“Yeah? What is it
then?” He looks directly at Harry, raising his eyebrows and crosses his arms,
distracting Harry momentarily. “Well?” He probes, catching Harry’s attention
“It’s because of
you, Niall! Obviously!”
Niall snorts. “Right.
Obviously. Please do remind me why that is though, Harry.”
“Have you seen
yourself, Niall?! You’re hot stuff – you radiate heat, babe.”
shaking his head and looking at Harry fondly. “You’re such an idiot.”
“I’m your idiot.”
Niall smiles and
says softly, scratching at his chest when he steps into the bathroom, Harry
burying himself back into the covers despite it being so hot, “Yeah. You are.”
Niall hits the
shower first because it’s too hot to shower together and Niall absolutely
refuses to take cold showers, even when it’s hot - ‘Harry I am not fucking
having a cold shower with you. I don’t care if it’s good for your hair and you
believe it has some stupid, mucked up health benefits. – It doesn’t. They are
completely stupid. It’s not going to happen. You can take as many cold showers
alone as you want, but when you shower with me it’s going to be with warm
water’ so Harry follows swiftly after.
The bedroom begins
to get too hot around lunchtime, so Niall vacates to the living room and Harry
follows promptly after. They part ways at the bottom of the stairs, Niall
heading into the kitchen because he’s dying for a beer and is desperate for
food whereas Harry’s not and so heads to the living room and begins to search
for Niall’s huge stand-up fan. He finds it under the cupboard under the stairs
and heaves it into the living room, setting it up by the coffee table and plugs
it into the socket in the corner by Niall’s shelves. Niall has already found
his way back to the sofa by the time Harry has done all of that and is
leisurely leaning against the far arm in just his boxers, legs spread and a
beer in his hand. He sets some vegetable crisps in a bowl on the table
alongside some bananas, a water bottle and a few more beers.
“Come on,” he says
softly, raising that arm that isn’t occupied by holding the beer and raises it
in the air, allowing Harry to slip in between his legs and lay back against his
chest. Harry is adorned in just boxers, himself and intertwines their legs
together. Niall’s hand finds its way to Harry’s hair, runs through it as he
“Wimbledon?” Niall questions and the younger
boy nods, picking up the remote control and turns the TV on. He switches the
channel quickly to BBC 2 and settles back against Niall’s chest, turning his
head to watch the game, one hand on resting under his head on Niall’s chest and
the other reaches for his water bottle.
They end up laying
like that for the rest of the match, occasional comments being made between
soft kisses. Niall’s hand never leaves Harry’s sweaty hair and Harry’s hand
never leaves Niall’s chest, not caring that they are hot and sticky and that
it’s uncomfortable. It’s them together, and it’s the only chance they’re going
to get to do this until they’re back on tour so it doesn’t matter.
The match finishes
at half past four and reluctantly they both get up and begin tidying the room.
Crisps and bananas long gone and a collection of empty beer bottles and caps
littering the table. Working as a team, it’s soon tidied up and Harry’s
departure is getting closer.
Together they head
up the stairs, Niall taking a seat on the bed as Harry finds some jeans and a
white top to change into, tying his hair up into a bun as he goes. Niall
watches him as he goes, watching the way his shoulders move under his t-shirt
as he bends down to reach for his bag and collects discarded clothes across the
room and the way he carefully folds each one to fit into the bag. His rings
clink together as he zips up the bag and places it over his shoulder.
Harry heads over to
his side of the bed (always the left) and unplugs his phone charger, slipping
it into the side pocket of his bag and takes his phone off of the bedside,
looking at Niall who’s looking back at him. “I guess it’s time, then.” He
replies softly, neither of them making an effort to move. His eyes dart to the
bedside clock and he reads off the time. “It’s 4:50… The car is coming at 5?”
Harry nods and Niall sighs - and at that Harry speaks up.
“It’s only for just
under a week this time… It isn’t one of my long LA trips, Ni. Its – it’s
do-able yeah? And you’ve got a pretty great week planned, don’t you – starting
Niall cuts in. “It
still doesn’t make it easier Harry.”
“No. I know, I
just. God it’s so hard to leave you, I have to assure myself
that this is what needs to happen and that you’re going to have a good time
otherwise I can’t- ” He pauses, sighing as he kneels down onto the bed opposite
Niall. “Otherwise I can’t leave you. But I have to and that fucking sucks.”
It’s clear that
Harry’s going to keep working himself up over this, and Niall can’t help but be
frustrated at himself because of course he had to ruin their
goodbye by working Harry up into feeling guilty and so he reaches out to him.
(He was going to beforehand anyway, but he needs to now.)
Harry looks at him
sadly and moves into his awaiting arms, burying his head into Niall’s shoulder,
mumbling, “I’m Sorry.”
Niall shakes his
head. “Harry, look. It’s not… It sucks, yeah? Of course it does but it needs to
happen. We- It’s nice that it’s just us, and our friends and families, yeah?
It’s good that we don’t have to voice this to the world and have to deal with
all the problems that came along with that. It’s good that this is just us and
all about us. And for us to do this we have to arrive separately
and we have to try and throw people off. Soon we’ll be in the States and we’ll
be touring and we can get away with hanging out together all the time. We can
go golfing again!” He chuckles, remembering how last time Harry completely
thrashed him but with his recent activities he’s gradually getting there and
thinks he can give Harry a good run for his money, despite that bloody shot at
The Masters with Rory, he is actually alright now.
“It’ll be okay.”
He’s unsure whether
or not the last bit was for him or for Harry but by the looks of things, of how
Harry has finally lifted his head from his shoulder and doesn’t look as if he’s
going to breakdown any minute, he counts it as a success on both of their
Harry sniffs and
smiles at him.
“I love you.”
Niall smiles back
at him, leaning forward,
“I love you too,”
he says softly, leaning in to give him a “proper” goodbye kiss.
Soon, it reaches 5 o’clock,
and they keep kissing and ignoring the text message that Harry’s car has
arrived. Harry needs this. Niall needs this – they both need this,
so the chauffeur can wait.
Harry ends up arriving and hour later than he was
supposed to with his lips still slightly swollen. He stands there in a creased
t-shirt, and with the looks that his family all give him, he’s pretty sure they
all know why.