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Harry barely waits for Liam to open the door fully before bursting in. “LI! LI” Liam manages to catch him before he face plants without the door for support, and balances them both so they don’t fall.
“Whoa! Where’ the fire?” Liam rubs a hand over Harry’s shoulder, but the younger male isn’t having any of it.
Shaking his head, Harry pushes away Liam’s worried hands. “Liam, stop for a moment.” He says, trying to calm himself down. After a moment, he looks up to meet a worried Liam. “Nancy Drew THIS motherfucker.” When Liam’s face still shows he doesn’t get it, Harry continues. “Zayn’s not cheating on Niall like I thought, he’s a DRUG DEALER!”
Liam still looks at him with that look and Harry shakes his head. “As in selling illegal drugs?” Harry nods vigorously when a dawn of recognition hits Liam. “Yeeess!” he laughs excitedly. “So I was walking from the library to your dorm, after being kicked out of my own dorm because Zayn was all over Niall…” He physically shivers before he realizes that’s kind of not important at the moment and Liam urges him to go on. “Okay, so I was walking to your place when I saw Zayn and this guy around the side of a building. He gave Zayn some money and Zayn gave him a baggie of something that WAS NOT sugar!” Harry looks triumphant at Liam who chuckles.
“So you Nancy Drew’d nothing, it was just dumb blind luck.” Harry rolls his eyes and hits Liam in the shoulder, before something occurs to him.
Shocked, he looks at Liam. “What should I do?” With this, Liam schools his face, becoming serious as well.
“You should tell Niall, he deserves to know.” Harry slumps into Liam’s arms. Liam manages to get them to the couch without seriously injuring either one of them.
“I know,” Harry says softly, “but it’s gonna be hard.” He didn’t think of this. Once he found out what Zayn was doing, how was he going to tell Niall? Liam was right, he deserved to know, but it would break his heart. He saw how happy he was with Zayn. He kind of wished he hadn’t stuck his nose in it. It’s a double edge sword, wanting your best friend happy but also not wanting his best friend to get tangled into that mess.
“I know love, but you’re his friend and you care about him.” Harry nuzzles his head under Liam’s chin, sighing in resignation.
He’s not sure how he’s going to tell Niall or even if he will believe him. Zayn seems to do no wrong in his eyes, Harry now knows the meaning of the saying ‘love is blind’. He groans, cuddling up closer to Liam. A arm wraps around his body, rubbing his side for comfort.
He’ll have to wait for the right time to tell him, but he’ll tell him, eventually.
And that right time never seems to come. It’s been a week since Harry’s found out the truth and he’s not been able to tell him. Niall’s either gone when Harry’s in the dorm or Zayn seems to always be there. And he’s not going to tell Niall while the culprit is molded to his side. It also doesn’t help that Harry’s been sort of avoiding the issue. Every time Liam presses it, Harry waves his hand and tells him that he’ll tell him when Zayn’s not there. Liam can’t argue with that much. So Niall hugs and kisses Zayn with no idea that the bastard is selling drugs on the side and it makes Harry sick to his stomach to see it.
He knows though that if he doesn’t say anything, he can’t be a part of Niall’s world anymore. He can’t associate himself with Niall if he’s with a drug dealer. He needs good grades to get into University next year and if something happens and he’s associated with Zayn that will never happen.
There also is a small part of him that’s still a bit in love with Niall. For a split second, Harry thinks the news of a drug dealer Zayn is good, it will let Niall see that he made a mistake and everything will go back to normal. And then he thinks about Liam and he can’t do that to either one of them. Liam’s apart of his life now, he’s worked so hard to get this far and he can’t backtrack. Having Niall’s relationship with him blow up in his face all those months ago has made him weary about getting close again. But it doesn’t make the news any less bothersome.
Liam’s been really good to him, so sweet and kind. He’s been a rock to steady himself against and he can’t just throw that away. He knows he’s falling for him more and more every day. Harry knows if he just gave himself more time, he’ll love Liam like he deserves. And going back to the way things used to be between Niall and him will never allow that to happen. It’s destructive and he can’t - won’t- allow it to happen again.
He could just not tell him, let Niall find out on his own. But what kind of friend is that? Niall would feel betrayed if he finds out Harry knew this whole time, especially if Zayn gets Niall in trouble in the process.
All these thoughts are making it hard to concentrate, let alone sleep. He rubs his face to scrub away his thoughts. Harry curls up into his pillow, trying to drown out the annoying silence and waits for sleep.
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Niall lets Zayn get a few steps ahead of him so he can see Zayn’s bum in those pants. Not that he has much of one, but somehow he THESE jeans do wonders. Smiling, he catches up, bumping shoulders with Zayn and letting their hands gently tangle at the fingers. Zayn smirks at him as they continue.
Looking around the area, Zayn turns to Niall. “Hey, I gotta make a stop at a friend’s house.”
Shrugging, Niall smiles, “Okay…where to?” It’s not that big of a deal. They make stops at his friend’s houses whenever they’re out most of the time anyways.
Zayn tugs him along till they get to the cheaper housing in the city. Walking up to what seems like a random door, Zayn bangs on it. It takes a minute, but it finally opens, revealing a goofy smile, accompanied with big brown eyes and bleached dreads. “Zayn, my man! Where you been? Haven’t seen you in a while!” A surfer’s ten is all Niall really has a chance to think about before being drug into the house.
It’s dim, with music playing somewhere in the house. They get into the living room, which is full of a mixture of people, and Mr. Dreads waves at Zayn to follow him. “I’ll be right back.” He says to Niall before disappearing in the next room.
Niall just nods, vaguely wondering where Zayn’s going before a brunette distracts him by asking a question. By the time Zayn comes back, Niall is sat laughing at some story. Smiling at him, Zayn nods his head toward the door. Smiling at Zayn’s nonverbal message, Niall’s about to get up when Dreads comes out with a couple of bowls, “Hey man! Let’s smoke a few!” Zayn looks at Niall, who doesn’t seem to care, “Sure” he answers with a shrug, moving to sit next to Niall.
By the time they leave, it’s well after a midnight and Niall’s got the giggles and the munchies.
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Liam and Harry are meeting in the school cafeteria to eat before class. Part way through, Regan throws her book bag down, narrowly missing Liam’s foot. “Guess what you two are gonna do with me this weekend!” she exclaims, hands on her hips.
Harry’s eyebrows rise “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he puts his hands out in a stopping fashion. “I DO NOT do VIGANIA’S!” Liam spew’s his drink; thankfully not on Harry’s new skinny jeans.
Regan snorts. “Good to know.” She sits down and hands Harry’s boyfriend a napkin. “You ok there?” she laughs at Liam’s expression of ‘Really? Does it LOOK like I’m ok?’ Patting his face and blotting his jeans, he sighs at the troublesome-two’s antics.
“Fine, really. So what are we being forced into doing this weekend?” Liam sets his drink far from himself should Harry try to kill him again. He eyes his boyfriend’s sweet innocent smile. “I hope it’s not like the last idea you had; Harry smelled like pickled pig’s feet for a week!”
Losing the cherub smile, Harry threw a french-fry at him. “That was all YOUR fault! If you hadn’t pushed me…” Regan slams a hand in the middle of the table.
“Now, now, boys, don’t fight on my account” she sits regally back, chin in the air. Looking at Harry she asks, “You remember that girl from our first period, freshman year? Curly blond hair, kinda pudgy?”
Sitting back to match Regan, he answers “I seem to recall some…other blond. Of the male persuasion.”
Regan rolls her eyes. “Gays, only one thing on their mind. Enough of Niall and more on me honey.” She tosses her hair and ignores Harry’s warning look. “I’m talking about the one whose parents could buy Mt. Rushmore if they wanted to.”
It takes a minute, but finally a look of recognition clicks. “Oh her!” he snaps his fingers, smiling in triumph. “So what about her?”
Liam rubs a hand down his face. He has a feeling this will not end well for him; not many of Regan’s plans do.
Rubbing her hands together in a semi-evil way, she eyes the both of them. “She’s apparently throwing a bash to end all other bashes!”
Liam looks up. “Well that sounds a bit final. Don’t drink the Kool-Aid Harry.”
Regan gives him the stink-eye as Harry sniffs. “I think I’ve graduated past Kook-Aid” he says as he slurps his drink with a straw.
“Shut up! The both of you! You’re BOTH going, and that’s FINAL!” she half shouts, ignoring the stares around her. Both open their mouths to protest, but she silences them with a look and a pointed finger. “Don’t. I will be picking you up Friday night at 6:00 exactly. And if you’re not both dressed and ready to go I’m sending you a vagina, ever hour on the hour till I get what I want. And believe me; I will get what I want.” She stands and grabs her bag to go, taking a few of Harry’s fries on her way.
Harry and Liam stare at each other. “So what should we wear?” both ask the other.
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The party has spread from the house to the lawn both front and back. Music has the car windows vibrating with the heavy bass. Regan walks up the drive, arm and arm with her two favorite arm candies. “I knew you’d see things my way” she grins.
Harry rolls his eyes, blowing a kiss and wink to his boyfriend. “Well the threat of vagina was enough to scare us…for now.”
Liam looks around the room when they get in, seeing if he knows anyone. He waves and nods at those he does before turning to Harry, “Why did we agree to this again?”
Having managed to un-cling himself from Regan’s hold, Harry latches himself onto Liam. “I believe there was a threat of vaginal doom, dear.”
Both look in the direction they last saw Regan, breathing a collective sigh of relief. “What are the chances of us making it out of this in one piece?” Liam asks.
“Probably slim to none.” Harry answers. He has to tug Liam out of the way of some staggering party goers. “Booze?” he asks, tugging Liam towards the make-shift bar. Liam can only nod.
Harry’s eyes zero in on a couple dancing in the room they pass through to get to bar. He pushes the faint ‘you need to tell him’ from his mind before moving around the bottles of alcohol to see what kind of drinks he can mix for Liam and himself.
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Niall drags himself closer Zayn, meshing their bodies together. Music filters around them, lights flashing. Zayn leans in, touching lips to the blonds’ neck. He swipes a tongue across sweaty flesh, enjoying Niall’s shivering. “Come with me.” Niall does.
Leading him from the room, Zayn heads upstairs; finally making it to the third floor, they find an unoccupied bedroom at the end of the hall. Niall leans against Zayn, running his hands across the other’s body. Smirking, Zayn tugs him closer to the large French windows, throwing them open. Niall’s not drunk, just buzzed enough to be enjoying himself. While Zayn’s busy trying with the baggie of weed, Niall leans out the window at the swirl of people below. Laughing happily, he turns to call to Zayn when he realizes that the roof is accessible from this point. “Hey babe! Come look at this!”
Zayn looks up from trying to get his lighter to work. “Wha?” mouth clinched around a blunt. Walking forward, he follows Niall’s hand, seeing the roof. A smile spreads across his face.
“Come on, babe.” The Irishman straddles the window sill. “Let’s get higher!” he laughs at his own joke.
Snorting and shaking his head, Zayn rips the comforter from the bed, dragging it out the window. Stepping out the window first, he turns and holds a hand out, “Do you trust me?” Giggling, Niall takes the outstretched hand, letting Zayn pull him closer. Zayn kisses his lips, crooning softly “I can show you the world…”
Niall cracks up into a fit of laughter, Zayn joining later. They head farther from the edge, settling onto the thick blanket in a tangle of limbs. They end up flat on their backs, Niall’s head cushioned on Zayn’s chest, both looking at the stars. Finally getting some flame, Zayn lights the blunt, taking a few puffs before passing it to Niall.
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Harry grabs his lover and pulls him down, just barley dodging Regan’s gaze. Both look at the other, bursting into laughter. “That was close!” Harry runs fingers through Liam’s hair.
Liam leans in for a kiss. Lips meet; his hand curving into wild curls, pulling Harry closer. Harry reaches for more, but their interrupted as someone trips over their still-crouched forms. Hurriedly getting up, they quickly head into a random direction.
Regan eyes the commotion, swearing she saw the backs of two very familiar heads. Just as she’s about to follow, a hand on her elbow stops her. “Drink?”
Turning, she arches a brow at the familiar figure. “Louis” she sips at her own delicate glass. “How did YOU get in here?”
Louis snorts, sipping from the previously offered drink. “Just what I was about to ask you. Did you sneak in or are YOU the entertainment?” he puts a hand sassily on his hip.
Setting her glass on a nearby surface she faces him, chin held high. “I didn’t know they were hiring mentally handicapped clowns for this party.” She looks around. “Figured this would be too High Class for the likes of you.”
Setting his own glass down, Louis crosses his arms. “I should have known you were going to be here when they said there was a donkey show involved.” He grins innocently. If anyone there heard a snapping sound, that was Regan’s self-control. As she stands there, contemplating her next move, Louis smirks, “Don’t hurt yourself sweetie” he turns to walk away, but doesn’t get very far. Regan reaches out and grabs him by his hair.
“Going somewhere, bitch?” She steps back, dragging Louis back a few paces.
Liam winces, watching as Regan drags Louis off to do God-knows-what with him. “Hope she doesn’t expect ME to help her cover up a murder.” He turns to Harry, staring wide eyed and slack- jawed. “Does this mean we can leave now?”
Closing his mouth with a click, Harry blinks at his boyfriend. “I guess?” he looks around to locate the door. “Where do you wanna go?”
Shrugging, Liam took ahold of the other’s hand, moving quickly for the door. He only breathes a sigh of relief once they’re half-way down the block. They’re almost to Liam’s dorm when he turns to Harry. “What’s a Donkey Show?”
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Niall feels so good right now; running a hand down his own chest, he doesn’t stop the breathless little moans falling from his lips. Zayn watches his lover’s hand slide lower and lower. Lust hits him low in the groin. Reaching out, Zayn trails his own fingers against the pale skin at Niall’s throat. Shivering, Niall turns his head, letting his lover reach more skin. Zayn cover’s Niall’s mouth with his own, swallowing every gasp and moan the other can make. Pale hands thread through dark hair, deepening the kiss. Sitting up, the raven haired boy rips his own shirt off, reaching for his lover’s shirt as well.
After wrestling their shirts off, Niall giggling off and on, the blond clumsily attempts to tackle Zayn’s pants. Still kneeling, Zayn laughs and helps, tugging his pants down, forgetting that sitting would be a better position to get them off. Niall’s managed to get his own off, so decides to push Zayn over, pulling until they’re both naked; he flings the pants without looking.
Niall lights another blunt, taking a few hits. “You ready for the Nialler?”
Rolling his eyes, Zayn shakes his head. “Dude, that STILL doesn’t work when we’re high.”
Laughing, Niall points at the older boy. “Dude! We’re high…on a roof!”
In response, Zayn crawls up Niall’s body, pushing him over. He licks into the Irishman’s mouth, only to pull away and move higher. “Let’s shut you up.” His voice is husky, cock pressing at Niall’s lips. The blond licks his lips, tongue moving over the crown. He slowly takes Zayn in, letting his lover slide further down his throat. He’s practiced so well with Zayn.
Zayn moans, letting his hips rock a bit. "So fucking hot...Gonna fuck your mouth!" He runs a hand down his own body, scratching blunt nails over hardened nubs.
Swallowing around Zayn’s cock, Niall’s hands move up to encourage Zayn to rock further into his mouth further. He can take it. His fingers splay across Zayn’s ass cheeks, playing with his puckered entrance as swirls his tongue around Zayn’s shaft.
Panting now, the older boy goes with the motion, rocking his hips harder. "Ah!" Crying out when he feels fingers ghosting over his entrance. He bucks down, wanting more.
Niall smirks around Zayn’s dick, his finger nudging playfully at the hole, pressing a finger in when he hallows out his cheeks to give more suction on Zayn’s cock.
Zayn's hips buck harder, almost slamming into Niall's hot mouth. His body tightens around the intruding digit, pressing down to get more. "Want it." he moans, hands going to tug at this lover's hair.
Moaning around the fullness in his mouth, Niall’s blue eyes never leave his boyfriends face. His finger slowly works him open as he lets Zayn fuck into his mouth. He obliges his lover moments later by adding a second finger, opening him up by scissoring the two. He groans at the tightness, sending vibrations throughout Zayn’s member.
The dark-haired boy fucks himself on his lover's fingers and into his mouth. Moaning, Zayn can feel his body tightening with the pleasure. "Fuck yes!"
Swallowing around Zayn’s cock, Niall hums in delight of the taste of him in his mouth. His fingers work their way inside Zayn, making sure to stroke against his prostate ever third brush of his fingers.
Zayn knew he wouldn't last long. Slowing his thrusts, he looked down into his lovers eyes. "Fuck me." It was not a gentle question, it was a demand.
With one last lick, Niall slides his mouth of Zayn's cock, thrusting his fingers inside him once more before pulling out completely. He lets Zayn move off of him before he tackles him to the blanket, pressing his body against Zayn's, his erection rubbing against the boy’s thigh.
Giving a breathless laugh, Zayn pulls the blond down for a hot kiss, spreading his legs invitingly. He levers one leg up and around Niall's waist, pulling their bodies closer together.
Niall gives him a playful growl; licking into Zayn's mouth as he grinds his jean clad self against bare flesh.
Moaning into the kiss, the older boy slips his hands down to Niall's jeans, fingers quick and precise with the fastenings. He manages to get a hand inside to stroke the velvety member, fingers becoming slick with precum.
He groans at the much needed contact, as he can't help when his hips drive upward into Zayn's hand. Niall whimpers, nipping at Zayn's skin as he positions himself up on his hands to hover over Zayn's body.
"Like that? Cause I can think of something better." His voice is thick with lust, pupils blown. Zayn leans up and kisses Niall, hand never stopping its jerking motions.
Niall responds only by swatting at Zayn’s hand, pushing it away only to be replaced with his own. Sitting back on his haunches, he strokes himself before positioning himself to push inside Zayn. Wasting no time, he doesn’t give Zayn time to adjust to the fullness until he’s balls deep.
Groaning at the burning stretch, Zayn grips onto his lover tightly, kissing messily at the other's mouth. Impatient, he rocks his hips, trying to get Niall to move. "Fuuuuck!" he moans.
The blond lets Zayn move at his own pace before falling victim to the lack of movement, the need to move becoming too strong. He starts to snap his hips in some sort of rhythm that probably only makes sense inside his head. Everything is a little fuzzy around the edges with the last blunt he smoked, but he can still feel the pleasure coursing through his body as he fucks into Zayn.
Moaning as Niall slams into him, Zayn encourages him, legs wrapping round his partner's hips. He rocks to whatever motion the blond gives him, digging fingers into pale shoulders.
Leaning down, Niall nips at Zayn’s bottom lip, desperate to taste his lover. He sucks it into his mouth before licking it. He pulls away far enough to look Zayn in those honey eyes as he quickens his pace. “Fuck…” he breathes, nails digging into the blanket on either side of Zayn’s head as he feels himself getting closer and closer to a release.
"Yeah baby, yeah! Wanna feel it...Harder!" Zayn cries, body tensing as he gets closer to his own release.
Hips only stuttering for a moment, Niall thrusts harder into Zayn, switching his angle a bit so his dick brushes against the sensitive spot inside the boy beneath him. “So hot, wanna feel you cum, wanna taste it…” he groans back, plunging deeper inside his lover.
Each thrust pushed the older boy closer to eruption. Moaning and rocking their sweat-slick bodies together, Zayn kisses Niall open mouthed. Tongues dancing, fighting for dominance. His shout of release is swallowed by the blond, cum spreading between their bodies.
Groaning as he feels the hot sticky liquid against his body, Niall continues to thrust deep inside Zayn, letting the boy ride out his orgasm. It doesn’t take long after Zayn clenches around him after his release for Niall to see stars against his closed eyelids. He grunts as he pounds into Zayn’s hole as he shoots his load, coating Zayn’s insides.
Zayn wraps sluggish arms around his lover, feeling hot wet pulses of release. He groans and kisses Niall through his orgasm, clenching to milk what he can from the other's dick.
Once Niall has given all he possibly can, he kisses Zayn’s lips once before pulling out, watching mesmerizingly as his cum trickles out of Zayn’s stretched hole. He smirks as his fingers spread across the older male’s stomach, dipping into to the drying cum. He brings his coated fingers to his lips as he tastes, closing his eyes and humming in delight as he tastes the saltiness of Zayn. “Mmm, you taste good.” He comments as he smiles, leaning back down and capturing Zayn’s lips in a kiss.
Zayn chases his taste on his lover's tongue, moaning at the heated mix. Leaning back, he takes a moment to drag a finger across Niall's dick, dragging cum across his own lips to taste. "Hmmm...You're not so bad yourself" he smirks.
Chuckling, Niall moves to rest on Zayn’s side, catching his breathe. He’s literally fucked himself out and needs some time to get his energy up. “Liked the Nialler, did you?” he asks as he nuzzles himself against Zayn.
Smacking himself in the forehead the older boy grunts in protest. "You are the WORST" he says before snickering at his lover's antics. He leans closer to Niall's heat, relaxing. There's a long moment where no one speaks before, "The Nialler? Really? That can NOT be the best you could think of!"
“Why? It’s a GREAT name! You know, cause I’m Niall, and I nail you…” he chuckles, obviously amused by his jokes. “I’m pretty sure it’s better than any of the names you can come up with!”
He just shakes his head in resolution. "Just...don't use it in public." Closing his eyes, he feels sleep pulling at him. Zayn rolls to his side and throws an arm around Niall, getting more comfortable.
Niall smiles at his lover, pecking him on the cheek when he rolls over to meet him. “Sleeping naked on the roof? How very hippie of you.” He chuckles, nuzzling close to Zayn’s body.
"Shut it, love" he mumbles tiredly, kissing Niall back to take the sting out of his words.
They kiss languidly for a moment before either boy can regain the strength to gather up their clothes and get dressed. Niall’s buttoning up his jeans when Zayn furrows his eyebrows, looking around the roof. “Niall, where’s my pants?”
Niall’s eyebrows furrows then, looking around the rooftop, Zayn’s pants nowhere to be found. “Err, I threw them over…” he trials off, his eyes growing comically wide.
“What?” Zayn looks up at him. “Where?”
Crawling over a bit to peer over the edge, it’s just as he feared. There lay Zayn’s pants, boxers inside, on the ground, three stories down. It also looks like someone might have spilled something on them…or maybe threw up on them. “Errr, don’t get mad…” Niall says turning to look at Zayn, who seems to pale.
“You didn’t…” Zayn trails off, burring his head in his hand with a shake.
Crawling back to his boyfriend, Niall nuzzles his nose against Zayn’s neck. “I am sorry. But at least we have a blanket and people will be too trashed to notice, I promise.” He says with a big reassuring smile. Zayn sighs.
“You.” He grits out before pulling the blanket out from underneath Niall, causing him to fall sideways. He wraps the material over him like a burrito and crawls back in the window without any more words.
They do get out of the house without much a hitch. No one really stops them except this girl who asks if Zayn had any weed on him. Zayn shakes his head, gives Niall a look, and pushes past them, leaving a helpless Niall trailing after him.
Once Zayn’s got on some pants, he warms back up to Niall as they cuddle up to share another small blunt before going to bed. They end up laughing about it when they’re both shirtless and cum sticks to them and the bed sheets.