this was originally posted on niall’s 23rd birthday
word count: 4764
warnings: sexually explicit content
Do you ever hear one of those sounds, a sound that trickles through your skin and pricks every nerve, every sensation that your body is able to capture and hold onto. A sound so intricate and particular that it sits in the deepest part of your chest, pumping through your veins and swirling around your beating heart, wrapping it in the memory of your senses so that every time you heard it, the emotions would all come crashing back. The goosebumps would rise over the tiny hairs of your arms and across the back of your neck, the air would cinch in your lungs as you struggled to maintain a steady breath and the pupils of your eyes would dilate, overpowering the bright ring of color and helping your mind picture the exact thing that was producing the inescapable sound that was slowly settling in your ears.
OR, five times Prince Harry held the stable boy’s hand
This is for my hand-holding/prince!Harry anon.
Harry startles at the
voice, whirls around to come face-to-face with…a boy, which is better than a guard – or worse, his father. The
stables are sort of…off limits right now, is the thing. Not to mention he’s
broken about five rules just sneaking out of the castle. “Hi.”
The boy, no older than
himself and only a tiny bit slimmer, with short brown hair and bright blue eyes
tilts his head curiously. “You’re Harry. The Prince of England.”
”’m Niall, your
majesty,” the boy says politely, bowing his head.
“Harry. Just Harry, please,”