Niall realizes that the accusation itself is far worse than possibility.
“What exactly are you accusing me of, Niall?” Harry asks him harshly. The tone of his voice almost makes Niall wish he hadn’t brought it up all.
It, being their current argument.
It started 23 minutes ago when Harry had stumbled through the door, drunk off cocktails and wearing Nick’s black leather jacket. Niall had been keeping his thoughts to himself for weeks now, ignoring the fact that four or five out of seven days a week Harry had more or less ditched Niall in favour of spending the evening with the BBC Radio One host and the late night text messages and phone calls; ignoring Harry’s deep, hushed whispers through the bathroom door to make even more plans. This time, however, Niall had a hard time keeping his mouth shut upon seeing Harry in Nick’s jacket; upon smelling Nick’s cologne on said jacket. Before he could stop it, a bitter and admittedly smart-ass remark had tumbled out of his mouth and Harry had stopped dead in his tracks.
Harry had asked what the hell Niall was talking about and all of a sudden it’s like the floodgates had opened and Niall couldn’t have held the words back even if he had tried. Everything – all of his thoughts and his feelings – was put on display, slipping past Niall’s lips and hanging between them like bright neon signs not even Harry could ignore.
“C'mon, Niall, out with it. You’ve been thinking it so just say it – don’t be shy. What are you accusing me of?”
Niall glares at him, folding his arms across his chest as he squares his shoulders and pushes out his jaw in a vain attempt to exude confidence. “You and Nick,” he says, cursing himself inwardly for the way his voice shakes.
“You think I’m being unfaithful?” Harry says. He sounds surprisingly sober, now, like the cocktails have worn off. “You think I’m fooling around with Nick.”
Harry shakes his head, his bright pink lips curling into a disbelieving smirk. “Unbelievable. You think I’m cheating on you because of a jacket?” He peels said jacket off and tosses it carelessly onto the back of their black leather couch. “It was cold out and I forgot mine at the office-”
“It isn’t just about the jacket, Harry!”
“Nick and I are friends, Niall! That’s it – that’s all we’ve ever been, you know-”
“Then why is it you spend more time with him than with me?” Niall demands. “Huh? Why does Nick see you more than I do? I’m your boyfriend, Harry, we live together and I’ve hardly seen you ever since and Nick started hanging out.”
“Exactly, Niall, you’re my boyfriend and we live together. We see each other all the time – so pardon me for wanting to hang out with my friend.”
“So you’re sick of me, then. Is that it? You’d rather spend time with your friend than your boyfriend because – because what-”
“No, of course not,” Harry murmurs, his eyes softening.
Niall sighs, rubbing his hands over his tired face before letting them fall to his sides limply. “Then what is it? Why is he so special? Why does Nick get to see you more than I do?”
Harry blinks. “I - I can’t tell you…”
“Because you are cheating on me!” Niall cries out.
“I’m not cheating on you! God, Niall, how many ways do I have to tell you that?!”
“Then tell me the truth-”
“I am telling you the truth; I’m 100 per cent faithful to you,” Harry says, pinching the bridge of his nose – which is something he only does when he’s frustrated.
“Then tell me what’s going on,” Niall presses. And he knows he’s being annoying – and maybe he’s a little bit out of line, but what else is he supposed to do? He’s all in now. “Tell me why.”
“Just tell me what you’re doing, Harry.”
“Niall, I can’t-”
“If you’re not cheating on me then why can’t you tell me?”
“Because I just can’t – why can’t you just trust me?!”
“Because it’s been weeks, Harry,” Niall admits desperately. His eyes are wet with tears and his cheeks are pink and, try as he might, he can’t stop his bottom lip from quivering. “I’ve been driving myself mad wondering what I did wrong or what I could’ve done differently and what Nick has that I don’t and I think I deserve to know what the hell is going on – because clearly something is going on. Maybe you’re not cheating on me but you are hiding something from me and I want to know what it is. I think I deserve to know.”
“Fine!” Harry shouts thrusting both hands through his hair. “You want to know? You really want to know what we’ve been doing?”
There’s an edge to Harry’s voice that sort of startles Niall into shutting his mouth. He nods weakly and swallows hard around the lump in his throat as Harry surges forward, grabs the sleeve of Niall’s jumper between his fingers and tugs the blond boy towards the front door and then out into the driveway. He pulls him past Niall’s Range Rover and stops next to his own before letting go of Niall’s sleeve, opening the passenger door and shoving his hand into the glove box.
When he emerges from the car, there’s a small, black velvet box – like a jewelry box – in his hand. Niall’s breath catches in his throat as Harry turns around and tosses it at him. He fumbles with it, almost drops it, before clasping it securely between his fingers and holding it to his chest. He looks at Harry with wide eyes.
“We were planning my proposal to you,” Harry mutters, slamming the car door shut as he steps away from him. “I had a million ideas running through my mind and he was helping me decide which one you would prefer. If anything I was being the complete opposite of unfaithful.”
Niall looks at his boyfriend – at the hurt, forlorn look in his eyes and the way Harry wraps his arms around himself. He feels like a complete ass, having just tossed such an accusation at this boy – this sweet, loving, marvelous human being. And the most ridiculous part of it all is that deep, deep down, in the pit of his very soul, he knew that Harry would never betray him. Not like that; not ever.
He moves forward, reaching out for the beautiful brunette with the velvet box still clutches in one hand, only to have Harry shrug him off. “Haz-”
“Don’t, Niall,” Harry mutters, shaking his head in disappointment – and then slips past Niall and back into the house.
Niall takes a deep breath, fiddling with the velvet box between his fingers as he hovers outside the closed bedroom door. Harry’s inside, probably curled up in their sheets on the bed as he does his best to shut out the world and everyone in it – including Niall – out. It’s been nearly an hour since Harry had holed himself in there, ignoring Niall’s pleas to come out so they could talk; an hour in which Niall had sat staring at the white gold band within the box, imagining a million and one ways that Harry might’ve proposed.
He turns the doorknob, is pleased to find that Harry had unlocked it sometime within the last 20 or so minutes, and he pushes the door open carefully. He peeks his head around the wood of the door and, sure enough, he sees the lump that is Harry curled up on his side of the bed. “Harry? You awake?”
Harry grunts, which is the most he’s spoken to Niall in an hour.
Niall closes the door behind him, peels off his jeans, jumper and socks and then climbs under the covers next to his still fully-clothed boyfriend. (Which, in itself, is strange because Harry hates going to bed with clothes on.) With the box still clutched in his right hand, he raises his left to touch Harry’s shoulder. Harry tenses and then relaxes into Niall’s touch and the blond takes it as an invitation to fold his arm over Harry’s shoulder. “Harry, I – I’m sorry,” he murmurs, dipping his head to bury his face into the back of Harry’s neck. “Please look at me. Please.”
Harry does as he’s told and the mattress underneath them moves as Harry turns his body around, shifting positions to face him. He’s been crying, Niall can tell, and the thought breaks the blond boy’s heart.
“Am I – do you – did you really think I was the kind of person who would do that to you?” Harry asks, his voice shaky and tired.
Niall closes his eyes and shakes his head. “No, babe, of course not-”
“Then why would you think that? Why was that even a fleeting thought?”
Niall sighs, lifting his left hand again to wipe away a fallen tear from Harry’s cheek. “I just…I was just jealous and I was insecure and I was – I was scared, I guess, I dunno.”
Harry blinks. “Scared of what?”
“Scared of losing you.”
Harry shakes his head, his curls bouncing around his face. “You could never lose me, Ni.”
Niall shrugs sheepishly. “A jealous mind is an irrational mind, I reckon.”
Harry rolls his eyes.
The blond curls his arm around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer. “’m sorry I ruined your proposal.”
“I’m sorry I ever made you wonder,” Harry whispers.
Niall shakes his head, licking his lips. “Harry, I don’t need a grand gesture or a big proposal,” he says softly.
“I know, I just wanted it to be special.”
Niall sighs, pushing gently on Harry’s shoulder whilst simultaneously climbing on top of him. He straddles Harry’s waist, plays absent-mindedly with the hem of Harry’s shirt. “Ask me now.”
Harry blinks, looking up at his boyfriend in confusion. “W-what?”
“Ask me. Now.”
“But it’s not-”
“But I already know about it – and I’ve already seen it,” Niall points out. “The only thing left to do is ask me. And think about how special a story will it be when people ask us how you proposed and we tell them I accused you of cheating so you threw the ring at me? I reckon that’s pretty special.”
Harry smirks, then, flipping them over so he’s on top, settled between Niall’s bare thighs. “You reckon, huh?”
“I do,” Niall replies, holding the velvet box out to Harry.
The brunette hums, taking the box from his boyfriend before snapping it open. “So bossy,” he teases.
Niall rolls his eyes playfully.
Harry takes the ring out of the box and then places the box on Niall’s bedside table before turning his attention back to his lover, staring right into Niall’s bright blue eyes, conveying everything he’s ever felt through his own gaze. “Marry me,” he murmurs, fumbling subconsciously with the band in his fingers. “Do me the honour of spending the rest of your life with me.”
Niall grins and nods his head, whimpering a barely there “okay” as Harry slips the ring around his finger and then presses their lips together to seal the deal.
(Requested) Preference: BSM, You Start Pulling Away/Keeping Secrets Age 16
Liam: Your door was always shut now and that was how you liked it. So that when you wanted to cry, you could do it in peace without anyone from your family butting in. Whenever someone opened it, you would get pissed off, and just stare at them till they left and closed it again. You were staring at the razor on your desk, silent tears dripping down your face as your door slowly opened. You quickly threw the razor into a drawer and Liam stepped in, “Hey love-hey, hey, what’s wrong?” “Get out,” you said, not even looking at him. “Huh?” “Get out please,” you said again. “What’s wrong?” “Liam! Leave my room!” you shouted, standing and pushing him out, locking the door. Niall: “Mum! I’m going to Ari’s!” you shouted, pulling on your snapback and leather jacket. Niall, who had been sitting in the kitchen with Greg, swallowed the last of his water and walked over as you were tying up your Converse, “Wanna ride?” “Oh, uh, no thanks,” you said quickly, smiling up at him and looking back down. He looked down at you confused; you used to jump at the chance to be with him, he was used to bringing you places and he missed it when he was on tour. “Ari’s is sort of a long walk isn’t it?” Niall asked with a raised eyebrow. “And it looks like it’s going to storm. You sure you don’t want a ride?” “I’m sure Niall,” you said firmly, brushing past him and walking out the front door, leaving him looking hurt in the doorway. Zayn: “I’d rather go alone,” you said quietly, pulling away from your brother and avoiding his hurt look. What? Why? We used to shop all the time together?” he asked sadly. “I know, but I’m going with some friends instead.” “Oh…who?” “Oh uh, you don’t know them, I’ve never talked about them,” you shrugged, grabbing your house key and wallet. “You never talk about anyone or anything to me anymore,” Zayn said, causing you to stop walking for a second and lower your head. “Look at me,” he said softly. You turned around and glanced up at his face as he came closer to you, “What did I do? I don’t even know anything about you anymore.” “I guess we’re both just too busy for each other,” you said simply, ignoring his answer and walking out. Louis: “You really don’t have to come to my game,” you said moodily, watching Louis pull on his jacket. “I’ve missed loads of them!” Louis said, tying his shoes. “I don’t want to miss another! Especially if I’m here!” Your mum was listening to the kitchen, waiting to see if you would reject Louis like you had with the rest of the family. You bit your lip and watched him smile excitedly at you and tossed your football in the air. When you didn’t move to go out to the car, he looked at you expectantly, “Well, aren’t we going?” “Uh, well…” “What is it?” he asked quietly, looking at you. “I don’t really want you to come Louis,” you said softly, avoiding his eye contact. “What? Why…?” “I would rather be alone,” you said, gently taking the ball from his grip and going outside to walk to the field. Harry: “Sooo,” Harry said in a playful voice, crashing on the couch next to you, not noticing you move away a bit. “Who’s the boy in your Facebook post?” “Oh, he’s no one,” you said, slamming your laptop shut as Harry looked over and standing up. “Where you going?” he asked in a hurt voice. “I just sat down.” “I’ve been sitting for hours, I’m just gonna go on a walk.” Harry watched you leave the room with his eyebrows furrowed. As you were pulling on your sneakers, you noticed Harry standing in the doorway, “What’s going on?” “What are you talking about?” you sighed. “You’ve basically ignored me while I was gone, never answering my calls or texts and now I get home and you’re leaving the house? We were close. What happened?” “Harry, I’ve just got to go, you wouldn’t understand,” you sighed, opening the front door and stepping out.
This is the first time I wrote something that long in English, so of course it has grammar mistakes. But don’t hate me, please?
It’s based on the song “Hypnotic” by Zella Day and some posts from a lovely niallslittle
It contains smut but not as much as I thought it would - I just suck at writting smuts in not my first language. Go to hell Niall.
There was absolutely no doubt – he was handsome. And even this word isn’t perfect to describe his appearance properly. He was standing next to the kitchen counter, pouring water into perfectly washed glass. His thick fingers held the bottle with no problem. Here, from the couch I was able to secretly see his muscles working through his plaid shirt. I couldn’t stand the thought about his flexing back, strong forearms and stretching chest while he drank his damn water.
He moved from his previous spot so I could see his whole body, no longer covered by the kitchen island. His legs looked even more skinny in black ripped jeans which I truly adored. I was the first one to wear holes in my pants, but he didn’t mind taking the idea. He always wanted to look good, like the attention he was achieving was something well deserved. That’s why he spent a good few minutes to combine his hair, which was now in a perfect-imperfect mess.
Niall took his black leather jacket from the chair and came to the living room, where I was seated. When he most probably thought he was ready to leave, I wasn’t able to take my eyes off him. His perfect look made me melt on the inside, I had to sneak out of my duvet to let my redden cheeks rest for a minute. He was focused on the TV, what’s supposed to be my job in that moment. He smiled a bit after someone had told a terrible joke. He rested one of his legs on the couch and put his hands into jacket pockets. He looked confident, sure of himself, ready to rule the world. The black leather covered his black and red shirt just a tiny bit and showed off a loose white t-shirt he loved to wear. Perfectly tied up laces of his black shoes made his legs look even more stunning, if I can say so.
“Do you really have to leave?” I couldn’t stop the question from leaving my mouth. I had to lick my lips due to the amount of saliva on my suddenly very thirsty tongue. I wasn’t able to control my body anymore and I was afraid I’d lost it at some point.
He looked at me, he knew I didn’t like being alone recently. I had these days which had to include cuddling and eating sweets together, I just couldn’t live in any other way. He was the drug to my oxygen, which I knew I’d love forever. I couldn’t breathe properly without the knowledge of him loving me.
“You know I need to, baby.” He pouted a little and looked again at the screen. His little laugh made me smile and instantly remember the fact, that I won’t see him for the next couple of hours. Some other girls were going to see him, stare at him and have dirty thoughts about him, while I’ll be the impatient one over here, trying to kill the time and forget about his damn legs and arms. “You can call your girls if you want, have some fun like you always do.” His offer wasn’t good enough. I knew I could do that, hell I was happy he wanted me to be occupied. But two chicks weren’t something as precious as him, they weren’t the company I needed. That’s why I just shook my head and sighed loudly.
“Nah, they’re probably busy anyway.”
“Then I can call Willie to come home with his girl..” He didn’t finish, since the look on my face stopped him. No, I didn’t want other couple to accompany me, they were going to fuck anyway and I’d be alone again. With nasty noises next to me. Noises that weren’t made by me and my handsome lover. “..or only Willie. You both are good at Fifa, aren’t you?”
“Yes Niall, whatever.” I didn’t have more strength in myself.
“Oh, come on..” He whined, which instantly reminded me about my inner needs. And the fact that he stood up and started making his way to me didn’t help at all. He kneeled down on the sofa, right next to my body. His arms rested next to my head and now he was hovering all over me. “You know this one is important, we’ve been planning this event for weeks now.” He was trying to make it up to me with his words. It’s not like it didn’t work – his voice was the best thing I could be listening to. But the idea of him, looking like the God he is, leaving me cuddled to my pillow for his presence seekers made me unhappy. Normally it wouldn’t this much, but I had issues and he had to deal with them. Which he knew damn well.
“I know, I know.” Despite being vulnerable underneath his strong scent and body I pressured my hands to stop melting because of him and, just do something. I untangled them from loads of fluffy material and brought them to his face. I gently touched his cheeks which made him smile immediately, oh Lord how I loved his smile. His eyes were sparkling, lips parted and teeth showing. Skin beside his eyebrows wrinkled a little and created something so beautiful I couldn’t resist kissing him.
I absolutely did not want to seem like a horny girlfriend. He would only laugh at me and leave quickly, making me feel embarrassed and angry. My lips barely touched his, Niall’s hot breath made his way all over my face and was keeping me in a warm bubble.
I struggled not to give in. It was so hard not to just hold him close and almost throw all of my frustration at him. Funny, how just his look made me feel. That’s why I had to pretend bored, tired or just stopped by my current mood and turn away from him. He gave my cheek gently kisses while I narrowed my eyes at the TV.
“Take a nap baby. You’re exhausted.” He pointed with the last kiss on my forehead. I was dying inside. He got up off me and adjusted his pants, which didn’t go unnoticed by my needy eyes. The waistband of his black boxers was slightly visible when he bent down to take his phone and keys from the coffee table. I got lost in my thoughts without his scent so close to me, I needed him. Needed to be as near as possible, with every breath and sharp move. I wanted him to notice my inner self right now, when he was standing in his freaking skinny jeans and a leather jacket.
He started to walk away. I almost panicked I won’t do anything on time, I was scared I’d miss such an occasion. I couldn’t resist the urge to be touched by his hands, kissed by his lips, caressed gently here and there or just the opposite. I didn’t care, I just wanted him to stay a little longer and make it up to me – the fact, that I won’t be able to do anything with him wearing the most sexy outfit I’ve ever seen on him. Maybe I’m exaggerating, but my thoughts were obvious. He looked to me like a sex God this evening and there was nothing you could do.
“Niall-“ I got up. I didn’t pull up my loosely hanging sweatpants, I didn’t cover my cleavage slipping out of my tank top. Blood was boiling in my veins, heart beating so fast I forgot what was my name. I almost tripped over my blanket and he saw it. He was smiling so wide at me I wanted to punch him. He acted like he was such an oblivious bastard. He had known me for more than three years and he still treated me like a child. I was his doll, he had me wrapped around his finger. And that was the moment, when my need of chocolate was nothing. Absolute zero in comparison with what I was seeing. His smirk made it all obvious, he knew what I meant. He crossed his arms and looked at me with such a curiosity. With no hesitation anymore I pulled him to me by his jacket and showed him what I had in myself.
The kiss was so passionate I’d fall over if not his strong arms, finally where they belong. He held me by my waist tightly while my hands were all over his hair and back. Our lips worked in a perfect sync, yet it didn’t stop him from laughing. He started from giggling like a funny little school boy, but it wasn’t funny to me. It soon started to disturb me, that he couldn’t just shut his Irish beautiful mouth.
“H-honey, I need to leave,” he laughed again, “and you’re not helping!”
“It’s not my fault, Niall.” I held him forcefully by his clothes and started to go back to the backrest of the couch. “Why you had to wear like this, huh?” I couldn’t stop, I felt insanely good kissing him. My lips travelled down to his throat and that’s where my strength started showing up. I wasn’t his little baby anymore, since he decided to wear his plaid shirt. He couldn’t call me a kid, because I had a perfect view of his chest hair. I needed to be treated equally, with the right of having power. That’s why I decided not to give in and continue giving him hickeys like mad. If he looked like this in black skinny jeans, he might as well wanted do complete his badass look by having a proof of a naughty girlfriend. “Come on, baby. I know you love touching my body.” I was trying to convince him so bad. “You like when I’m whining and begging for more.” He groaned. This made me instantly his, I couldn’t think straight and didn’t know if I was able to continue my confident game. I wanted to, though. He deserved it.
“You’re gonna pay for my boner.” He snapped at me, attacking my lips once again. That’s when I was the one who was smiling. I knew he loved kissing me and it was making him beyond excited, so I moved my hands to his abdomen and caressed his tensed muscles. They discovered his delicate skin, now trembling under my touch. He had power over my mouth, but my hands were somewhere else. It made me feel even more sure of my every move. I wanted him badly and I was going to get him.
“Then let’s do something with it.” I offered between his licks of my lips and moved my hands downwards. I unfastened his zipper and touched him through the black material. He wanted to slide his pants off, but I stopped him and brought his hands to my waistband instead. I could say he was confused, I just stopped him from doing something obvious. “Please, have them on. Just take him out of your boxers.” I moaned. How could I not, I just asked him to fuck me with all of his clothes on. That was like a dream coming true, dream made barely a few minutes earlier.
I hadn’t known exactly what was happening. My head was spinning, I didn’t know where to focus my eyes – on his beautiful flushed face, amazing clothed body or his hands, that started to take off my sweats with my panties. He had me seated on the backrest, with legs spread and glued to his back. I held his neck so he couldn’t be too far away from me. I needed his intimacy, our mixed breaths and swears. That was something intoxicating, it made me moan even louder than I thought I could.
“You’re such a terrible girlfriend.” He started laughing, when he was pumping himself right next to my main ache.
“And why is that?” Now I was laughing too. When I had known what was about to happen, I couldn’t care less.
“You know damn well why.” He growled and entered me slowly. He had to hold me by my hip and keep his balance on the black sofa. His forehead rested on my shoulder and we both started breathing loudly. My hands were now on his bum, holding tightly to his black jeans and making sure they won’t fell off.
I loved the way he was moving. His hips worked so hard on keeping the same pace all the time, but eventually he started to speed up. And I was beyond content with his lips kissing my neck, hands touching my buttcheeks and lower abdomen hitting my pelvis.
He was in such a rush, like the true Niall he is. He didn’t waste his time, he wanted to get what he deserved. His upper body held me with love and affection but no lack of bites here and there, while his thrusts were good enough to make me see angels. He was so thirsty we probably looked like we didn’t have sex in ages, but it was just the way it should be. It had always been this way and it was absolutely okay. The fact, that he fucked me in his clothes though, wasn’t okay. It was unbelievably amazing.
“Oh my god, I love you” I managed to whisper to his jaw and then kiss it again and again. Then I screamed out his name once or twice and tried to calm my breath, while he was doing his last thrusts. His face stopped at mine with a few long, sloppy kisses. We stayed still, our foreheads still touching as we laughed slightly.
“Fuck, baby” He was out of his breath. He looked like after running couple of kilometers, which made me able to redo his hair. With smile full of content I ruffled his hair and made it look still good.
“You look like sex” I kissed him once more and took off my tank top to wipe his shaft with it. He stared at my black bra and then kissed my hair.
“Well, don’t you say..” His laugh was precious. Unforgettable. “Are they visible?” he pointed at his throat covered with four bloody red hickeys.
“Of course they are.” I smiled like a proud girl. “Now you’re ready. You look sexy and every woman knows you had some. But don’t you dare think you can have more in the club, sweetie.” I warned, but kissed him slowly.
“You’re such a badass,” He zipped his jeans and adjusted so that everything looked normal. “and I love it.”
(A/N): I love Niall in leather jacket. Also sorry for any mistakes. Hope you like it(: Do not hesitate to request!
You bite your lip softly, and glance at Niall, who was sitting opposite of you talking to Jamie, shyly. You didn’t know what was happening the last few weeks between you and Niall, but something in your friendship had shifted into uncharted territory, and you had to admit that the butterflies didn’t feel wrong. A deep blush spread over your face when you feel Niall rub his feet against your leg. ‘I can’t believe you said that to her. And that she still took you home.’ Niall comments on Jamie’s story of his bird from the night before, disbelieving that anyone would fall for such a cheap trick.. ‘Well you better believe it. I guarantee you that when you tell a woman that your girlfriend cheated on you, and you wanted to save yourself for marriage, she is definitely going to do you.’ You take a gulp of your red wine, just as Niall’s foot goes higher, making you choke on your drink and sputter it out on your shirt, staining it a dark red. ‘Are you alright?’ Johnny pats you on your back. ‘Yeah, yeah. Just down the wrong pipe.’ You say with a hoarse voice, dapping your shirt with a napkin. ‘Here.’ Niall hands you some more napkins, looking worried, his feet back planted on the ground. ‘Thanks. I think i’m going home though. Getting this stain out is going to be a pain.’ You stand up from the table, put some money on the table and say goodbye to the guys. ‘(y/n) wait. Let me walk you home. I’m tired anyways.’ Niall puts his part of the bill on the table and grabs his jacket. ‘But you live the oth-AUW.’ Louis grabs his leg under the table, complaining why exactly Liam had kicked him, but you didn’t notice, a lot. You stare at Niall, who is looking at you questioningly, both knowing that on this point in time, the shift in your friendship would be permanent, a no way back-moment, and Niall was asking you, silently if you were okay with that. ‘Come on then. Let’s go.’
The sun was hanging low, turning the sky in beautiful vibrant colours. The streets of Dublin is filled with Irish people, and people who wished to be Irish, you and Niall walking together, no one knowing what was going on between the two of you at the moment. Niall brushes his fingers against yours softly, making your heartbeat quicken.You both are quite, the nerves you both have making it impossible to speak. Niall slyly looks at you from the corners of his eyes, and brushes his fingers again against yours, this time though he keeps a light hold of them. You smile softly at Niall, who had the same sweet smile on his face, his cheeks tinged a bright red, and you were sure that yours were probably looking the same, maybe even a brighter red.
It is only a few minutes walking towards your place, you practically only need to cross Ha’penny bridge to get to your place. You love the northern side of Dublin, all the good pubs and the best shopping streets where located in northern Dublin. When you reached your front door, the moment the line of friendship gets crossed is there and both you and Niall are nervous, not knowing exactly how to cross over it. You freeze, the anxiety of the moment taking over all your thoughts and movements. Automatically you open your front door, desperately trying to get rid of the sudden fear of you and Niall. He pulls you towards him. His eyes staring into yours, his face coming closer and his serious face gets stronger every single centimeter he makes. When his lips almost touch yours, you feel yourself relax. And even though your words are wrong, you can keep them from coming out.
‘Maybe this isn’t a good idea.’ You whisper against his lips, smiling softly. ‘Probably, but the best things in life come from bad ideas. Rugby, base jumping. Trust me.’ He whispers back, every word is met with a soft push inside your home, staring into each other’s eyes, as he closes the door behind the two of you.
Short Summary: Basically a dark bad boy Niall/innocent girl story based on the quote: “Every girl wants a bad boy who will be good just for her, and every boy wants a good girl who will be bad just for him.”
Harry: "Harry, it’s cold out, take a jacket!“ you call out from the kitchen, looking over your shoulder. You see him pout and make his way to the coat closet, sighing as he pulls out a jacket. "What, do you want to get sick?” you joke, rolling your eyes as he makes his way towards you. “No, I just wish I had my other one,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist and dropping his chin to your shoulder. “The leather one?” you reply, peeling off the rubber gloves. “Yeah,” Harry sighs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “How do you even lose a jacket?!” “You tell me, H,” you shrug, kissing him briefly. “See you later.” You peak out the window, watching his car drive down the road before you scramble upstairs to your closet, opening up the white box. “You’re in for a surprise, Styles,” you mutter, looking down at the new leather jacket you got for him.
Liam: "I- uh, I had a really great time,“ you state, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walk beside Liam. "But you didn’t have to walk me home.” “Of course I have to,” Liam replies defensively, shrugging off his leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders. “I also have to give you my jacket. I’m trying to be romantic, (Y/N), keep up.” You roll your eyes, holding the jacket closer to your body as the wind picks up. Your senses were overwhelmed by Liam; his smell, his warmth, and the mere thought of him was enough to make you dizzy. You stopped at your front door, both of you standing awkwardly on the porch as you stared at each other. “Well thanks for walking me-” you start to say, but you’re cut off by his lips on yours. You felt your heart race, your fingertips tingle; your whole body was awake and all you could focus on was the feel of Liam’s mouth on yours. “Good night,” he says, walking off. You step into your house, heaving out a sigh before you remember- his jacket! You open the door to call out, but he was already gone.
Louis: "Where do you think you’re going?“ Louis grumbles, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you back into bed. "Lou, I need to get ready,” you whine, trying to shimmy out of his grip. “Five more minutes,” he bargains, molding his body to yours. “Just want to cuddle.” “Fine,” you huff out, threading your fingers through his hair. But five minutes turns ten which turns to fifteen. “Shit Lou, I’m going to be late!” you exclaim, jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom. “This is all your fault, I hate you!” He chuckles, swinging his legs on to the floor and making his way to the kitchen where he starts to make coffee. He fills up a travel mug with coffee, adding creme and sugar the way you like it, holding it up as you run in and grab it from him. You throw on a leather jacket you spotted on one of the kitchen chairs, taking a sip as you slip your shoes on. “Isn’t that mine?” Louis questions, watching you with amusement. “Don’t care, bye!” you call out, running out.
Niall: “It’s the middle of May, why is it cold?!” you exclaim as you walk through the crowded streets of New York, Niall laughing beside you. “You have a weather app, use it,” he retorts, throwing an arm around you. “I checked yesterday and it said that the high was supposed to be 78 degrees!” “You’re such a pain…” Niall mutters, taking off his leather jacket and holding it out to you. “Here.” “I love you,” you singsong, clutching it tightly around your body as you hug his side. “What would you do without me?” Niall questions, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “Be shivering on the streets of New York because I didn’t have Niall Horan’s leather jacket to keep me warm.” “That was a rhetorical question, but thanks. Glad to know that you only keep me around for my jacket.”
Zayn: His hold around your waist tightened as you walked into school, his eyes warily scanning the crowd as the two of you walked through the halls. “Stop being so paranoid, Z,” you reassure him, twirling the lock on your locker. “I can’t help it,” Zayn pouts, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze. “You’re wearing that god damn dress, I need to ward people off.” “Oh yeah, because before I started seeing you, boys were crowding around my house,” you retort, gathering your books and slamming the door shut. “Well that and the fact that you look damn good in my jacket so,” he smirks, his eyes roaming over your body with an appreciative look, his teeth biting into his lower lip. “Eyes up here, buddy,” you scold him, taking his chin in your hand and forcing Zayn to look up. With a chuckle, he leads you to your first class, the smell of smoke trailing behind you from Zayn’s jacket.
A/N: Yay preference. But it’s like 11pm and I’m not even tired whoops, this is a problem. I have school stuff to do though, so I guess it’s okay. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this preference and please like it if you did, we really appreciate it. Requests are always open! -Isabelle