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It’s amazing how slow time seems when you’re watching your own blood seem onto the street.
Hours slip by before consciousness slips back to the prone boy. It takes him a minute to come to, slipping in and out. He doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want the pain to worsen. The pain eats away at Harry's numb sleepiness, making him moan and twitch. Fingers twist for purchase, trying to find a way to get up. Feeling around for something to push himself off of, he groans at the stretch of his protesting muscles.
His face feels hot and swollen, mouth tasting of blood and grime, and his knee feels tight and sore. There seems so be a lot of red and he can barely open his eyes without a pain shooting from his head. Trying his best to wipe away the dirt from his eyes, he finally manages to open them, taking in what’s around him.
He’s still in the alley way, it’s darker now, probably dinner rush at the restaurant. He groans to himself, as the streets seems to empty, he can only hear a car whiz by every so often. Pushing himself, he tries to get up, assess the damage, hopefully he can still walk, but the agonizing pain in his knee says he’s probably gonna be crawling.
It takes so much effort before he's even pushed up onto his elbows, rolling slowly and haltingly to his side and finally to a seated position. Harry curls into himself, just waiting out the mounting pain, whimpers escaping his mouth unknowingly.
Slowly, he makes it first to his knees, in which he almost falls over in pain. Using the wall as support, he manages to lift himself up onto his feet, wanting to swoon at the pain in his one knee. The wall seemed to be the only thing holding him up, but Harry is determined not to fall. If he did, he is unsure he would be able to get back up. He needs to get to Niall.
Taking a deep wheezing breathe, he braces himself to start the journey. Step by agonizing step, he makes his way to the restaurant, using whatever is upright to hold himself up. He is crying again by the time he makes it to the employee entrance, shaking hard and barley making it through the door. "Niall!" he croaks out, trying to see through the haze of his blurred vision.
He stumbles and falls; being caught by who he thinks is one of the wait staff. He’s getting blood and dirt everywhere, Niall’s going to kill him he thinks.
Niall’s in the middle of fixing soup for some old couple when he turns to hear the commotion and the strangled cry from his lover. His faces reflect the horror he feels upon seeing Harry so…bloody. He rushes up, pulling Harry to him, waving away the staff, and letting Harry use Niall as an anchor. “What happened? Who did this?”
Shaking his head, Harry cries and holds onto Niall as his legs begin to crumble finally. His breathing is ragged and he chokes on a sob. "Niall!" he holds onto his lover with numb fingers.
Looking back at his assistant cook, he barks out orders and turns back to Harry, forcing him up on his feet. “Come on, let’s call Louis, I’ll take you to the hospital.” Niall holds on to Harry as he walks him back outside, hailing a cab. He slides in the cab as best as he can with Harry tucked safely against him. He shouts at the cabbie to head to the hospital and phones Louis. It doesn’t take long for Niall to bark his own orders to Louis, hanging up. His thumb runs over Harry’s swollen cheek. “Love, we’re going to get you better and I’m going to kill whoever did this to you, I promise.”
The trip to the hospital is a haze for Harry; he's having difficulty keeping track of Niall and his surroundings. The tension in his body ratchets up a few notches as he realizes he's in a moving vehicle. "Ni'l" he moans, trying to get closer. Shuddering as his body just can't keep up with that level of panic, Harry closes his eyes.
Niall holds Harry closer when he feels the boy’s body shivering violently. He knows Harry doesn’t like cars, but there was no other way to get him to the hospital faster. In no time, they’re parked in front of the emergency entrance of the hospital. Niall throws the cabbie some money, probably a lot more than the cab fare, and tugs Harry out of the cab.
He’s practically carrying Harry inside at this point, scared to make him put forth much more physical strength then he has too. Niall’s barely holding it together as he requests someone to help Harry. “Fuck, just help him, please.” He says, eyes blurring with tears as they put Harry on a gurney, wheeling him away, out of sight.
Louis stares down at his phone in horror, mind echoing with Niall's words about Harry being attacked. Jerking himself up and out of his office, he practically mows down his boss on the way out the door, shouting about an emergency. With shaking hands he unlocks his door and starts the car, peeling out with loud squeals of tires.
Parking his car hap-hazard in the hospital parking lot, Louis rushes into the waiting room, looking around frantically for a familiar blond hair. "Niall!" he calls, walking forward.
Niall’s muttering something to himself when he looks up to see Louis; he still has blood on his clothes and hands. Relief washes over him before his face falls once again. It feelings like he’s been beaten too, his lover in some room as he’s being treated for God knows what. “Louis,” he breathes, standing up and reaching out to hug him.
Louis grabs Niall, pulling the distressed boy to his chest, Niall collapsing at the touch. "I've got you, I've got you" he murmurs. Louis eyes the waiting room for an empty seat, finding one big enough to fit them both. "What's happened?"
It takes all Niall has to keep himself upright as he leans into Louis. When they’re seated, Niall pulls away a bit to look Louis in the eye, Niall lets out a puff before he explains, “I dunno, he just came into the restaurant, bloody and bruised. He had mud all over him. I’m not even sure what happened.”
Nodding, Louis rests their foreheads together. "He's going to be alright, Niall. You'll see." He tries to reassure the blond while stuffing his own anxieties down.
“I dunno, Lou, you didn’t see him. He-,“ Niall shakes his head; he’s not sure, Harry looked pretty bad when he collapsed in his arms, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get that imagine out of his head. Both of the boys wait, until the doctor comes into the waiting room to get them.
The doctor turns out to be a petite and mousy woman. Louis notices that she doesn't have a grim look, so things can’t be at their worst. He stands with Niall, as she closes in on them, waiting with bated breath. "Family of Harry Styles?" she asks. Both nod. "We've cleaned Harry up and it's not as bad as I first thought." She looks down at the file in her hands.
"His knee's going to need a little rest, or risk further complications. He's mostly bruised and will probably be sore for a while." She looks to Niall. "He's asking for Niall, so if one of you wants to stay with him while we get the paperwork sorted out..." She leaves it to them to decide.
Nodding at Louis, Niall makes his way to where the doctor motions where Harry is. “Get the car, will you?” he calls to Louis before he disappears. He takes a deep breath before entering the room, trying to prepare him for what’s to come.
Louis nods, but whispers for the doctor to get a sedative for Harry, explaining his hatred of all things vehicular. The doctor nods before heading after Niall.
Harry's sitting up in bed, propped up against pillows. His knee is wrapped and has a cold back settled against it. The dirt's been wiped away, but some still lingers at the fringes of his hair, under his fingernails, and other places. Looking up as the doors opened, Harry reaches out for Niall when he sees the blond.
Rushing to the younger boy, Niall carefully leans to hold Harry, kissing his hair, tears falling on their own free will now. He could have lost Harry tonight, and if he ever finds out who did this to Harry, they’re dead. “Why didn’t Zayn walk you?” Niall blurts out.
Harry licks dry and split lips, wincing as a cut in the corner of his mouth stretches too far. "He left early to meet up with Liam, so I closed the shop by myself." he shakes his head, hands clenching against his lovers. "I didn't even see them!"
Niall shushes him, “Everything is alright. I’m here, nothing is going to happen to you.” He moves to look Harry in the eyes. “Are you okay?” he hesitates, knowing that Harry’s been through a lot.
Nodding, Harry slowly starts to swing his legs over the edge of the bed. The doctor chooses that moment to enter the room with a wheelchair.
"Mr. Styles, your chariot has arrived." She offers the boy a small smile. With Niall's help, he settles uncomfortably into the seat, but is kept from going anywhere by the doctor’s hand on the handle. She crouches down by his side. "You can press charges if you like hun," she tells him quietly. "We’ve taken pictures as per protocol. I can give them to the officer."
Harry looks at first Niall and then the doctor. "No thank you." he tells her quietly. The doctor looks at him for a moment more before standing and heading for a counter.
"Your friend told me you have a bit of a problem riding in cars, so I'm going to give you something to calm you down and help you sleep." She turns around to face them holding a syringe. "It will also act as a painkiller, but you'll still need to get your prescription filled" saying the last part to Niall.
Niall nods to the doctor, “Thank you.” He lets Harry squeeze his hand as he receives the shot. He musters up a smile, and goes to push Harry out the door where Louis is waiting with the car. He helps Harry into the car, letting the hospital attendant have the wheelchair back as he crawls in beside him. Blue eyes meet blue as Niall tells Louis that they’re ready to go home.
Harry nods off along the way, head resting against Niall's shoulder. Louis watches them both in the rearview mirror.
Resting his head against Harry’s, Niall silently fumes. If Zayn had walked him home or stayed with him to close the store, none of this would have happened. He clinches his fist as they park at the house. He nudges Harry to semi consciousness, “Babe, we’re home.” He says softly, getting out to basically carrythe highly sedated Harry to the door. He waits for Louis to get the door, before he helps Harry inside and gets him bed.
He sits on the edge, brushing the curls out of his face as he watches the boy whimper when he undresses him and takes off his shoes. He covers him, tucking him in and leaning down to kiss him lightly on the forehead. He waits until he knows Harry’s asleep before rejoining Louis in the living room.
Louis's foot taps with nervous energy. He stays seated until Niall comes into the room, popping up to tug the blond into the kitchen where he begins to fix tea. "He sleeping?"
Niall nods, impossibly quite. “He could have died Louis,” he all but whispers, blinking at his own words.
Immediately abandoning the tea, Louis rushes over to Niall, kneeling at his feet. "He didn't though!" not bothering to reject the idea, he's given up on the youthful thought of imperviousness. Louis takes the Irishman's hands in his own. "He's right down the hall in bed, sleeping. And when he wakes up, you're gonna be there for him."
Tears form in his eyes, Niall only nods at Louis’ words. Harry’s never leaving his sight after this, though. He’ll quit the art supply store and he’ll work with Niall at the restaurant and stay at home with Liam the rest of the time, Niall’s already made up his mind. When he gets ahold of Zayn, he’s gonna wish that he never even asked to leave early.
Louis watches Niall in a thoughtful manner as he stands to head back to making the tea. "I don't want to know what you're thinking, do I?"
Niall doesn’t have time to respond when the front door opens and Zayn and Liam come through, laughing at something. Niall gets up from his bar stool and meets them in the hallway, shoving Zayn into the wall, eyes furrowed. “Where the HELL were you?!”
Startled, Zayn releases his hold on Liam's hand to grab at the hands gripping painfully to his shoulders. "What?"
Liam steps closer to Niall, "Niall, what's happened?" He attempts a calming tone. "Where's Harry and Louis?" He reaches out, but doesn't make contact.
Louis calls out a "here" in response, but knows he's not going to be able to get the irate blond off of Zayn just yet.
“WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!” Niall yells louder this time, forgetting that there is a sleeping Harry rooms away. “You supposed to be there to protect him! This happened because of YOU!” Niall shoves him more roughly against the wall with the last word.
Zayn pulls gently at the hands holding him. "What's happened? Is it Harry? What happened to Harry?" his voice grows louder and more anxious.
Liam places a hand on Niall's arm. "Is Harry ok?"
“HARRY WAS PUT IN THE HOSPTIAL BECAUSE OF YOU!” Niall growls, clutching onto Zayn shirt. “He was beaten to a bloody pulp because you couldn’t WAIT to stick your nose up Liam’s ass!”
Stuttering a protest, Zayn pushes at Niall, trying to get him to back off. "Is he ok?"
Liam looks shaken at the news. "Louis! Where's Harry?" Louis grabs Liam's hand, grounding him with the touch.
"He's ok. He's asleep in his bed." He rubs a thumb along the brunette's wrist. "The doctor said they did no permanent damage; he's just going to be a bit bruised for a while."
“YOU’VE got no right to even ask!” Niall shoves at Zayn again. “You have no right to be here!”
Zayn jerks away from the blond, now angry himself. "I have every right to ask! He's my friend!" He balls his hands into fists. "And last I checked, he was YOUR boyfriend, so where the hell were YOU!" shouting the last part directly in Niall's face.
Niall scoffs, “Don’t you even say something like that to me! I was at work, where I was supposed to be, where were you?” all he sees is red now, his fist clinches as Zayn’s pushing his buttons.
"I didn't know they were there!" Zayn responds, throwing his hands into the air. "Do you really think I'd have left him alone if I knew this was going to happen?"
Liam calls out to Zayn and Niall, trying to get them to stop arguing and calm down. Both ignore him.
“I don’t know what you would do, but I certainly can’t trust you.” He growls at Zayn. “All you care about is yourself, why are you even here? For Liam? Well he doesn’t need you if this is your way of helping.”
Louis suddenly shushes them as there's a slight thump and creaking floorboard. Harry limps slowly around the corner, hair still a mess, looking pale and bruised. "Niall?"
The blond looks back, taking a breath to rein in his anger, not wanting to upset Harry. Before Niall goes to his lover, he shoots a hard look at Zayn. "You need to leave" he states quietly.
“Niall…” Liam warns softly, “Zayn, you don’t have to leave.” He reaches towards Zayn.
Niall looks at both of them sternly before leaving the two in the hallway, wrapping an arm around Harry. “Love, you’re supposed to be resting.” He says in a significantly lighter tone than the one he used on Zayn. “Let’s get you back to bed.” He helps Harry back into the bedroom, curling up with him in bed and hum softly in his ear to get him to fall asleep.
Louis looks between them both, getting the feeling that something bad was coming. He shakes his head, running a hand through his already tussled locks. "Come on, there's tea in the kitchen."
Liam grabs on to Zayn’s arms as he tugs him to the kitchen, not wanting Zayn to leave him in such an unsettling way. He feels his way to the counter, sitting down at the bar when they get there.
Zayn follows, saddened that he'd wound up in a yelling match with Niall when Harry was in such a state. "Liam" he says softly. "I'm so sorry."
“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.” he murmurs, hand reaching out to clasp Zayn’s cheek tenderly. “I’m sorry that Niall blew up at you like that.” He’s almost embarrassed at the way his friend acted towards Zayn, hoping that Zayn won’t hold it against any of them. “Niall’s just really angry at what happened with Harry and wants someone to blame when there really isn’t anyone to blame. He’ll get over it once Harry’s up and bouncing around again.”
Clasping a hand to the one on his cheek, Zayn shakes his head. "He's got a right to be angry; Harry could have been seriously hurt, even killed!" He was getting upset all over again. Taking a few deep breaths, he slides their fingers together. Placing their foreheads together, he brushes lips lightly over Liam's. "Still can’t help feeling a little responsible."
Louis slides a cup for each of them onto the bar. "Zayn, you couldn't predict something like this. Besides" he places his hands on his hips, "What if you were there? You could have been just as hurt or worse. Let’s just be thankful we're still together and make sure we're more aware of our surroundings." He sips from his own cup of tea.
Liam is grateful for Louis’ words and smiles into his cup of tea when he pulls away from Zayn to take a sip. The warmth of the tea sooth his frazzled nerves, as he places a hand on Zayn knee, squeezing to let him know everything is going to be alright.
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Weeks pass and although Harry's getting better, he still hasn't returned to work. He misses both the restaurant and the art shop; he's getting bored. Settled on the couch with lots of pillows and Liam to keep him company, Harry leans his head in his friend's lap, smiling as Liam runs fingers through his hair. "Sorry you have to babysit." he says to the older boy.
Liam shakes his head, frowning a bit. “I don’t mind, you’re not too hard to look after anyways. Just got to keep the toasters out of the bathtub and the forks out of the electrical sockets and we’re good.” He chuckles, continuing to play with Harry’s curls.
Harry hums faintly, already falling asleep.
Louis kisses Ryan on the cheek, smiling as he slides into the booth. Knowing their breaks will be over soon, Ryan had ordered their coffees and had them waiting. "Sorry I'm late!"
Ryan shakes his head, "It's fine." They hold hands and chat about their day. Ryan notices his lover looks worn. "So what's got you so down?"
Louis looks away for a moment. "Harry's getting better after the attack, but I think Niall's getting worse." He pauses to think a moment. "I think the only person he hasn't snapped at is Harry."
Furrowing his eyebrows, he takes a sip of his coffee. “That’s weird. Maybe someone needs to talk to him.”
Louis hums in agreement. "I tried, but he was so vague and I'm sure sleep-deprived that it really didn't make a difference. I really don't know what to do." Looking worriedly into Ryan's eyes, Louis bites his lip. "I think things are going from bad to worse."
Harry wakes up when Niall gets back from the restaurant early. Smiling at his lover, he sits up. "How was work?"
Niall shrugs, resting a baggie for him on the coffee table beside the couch. It’s got warm soup and some fresh bread he made right before he left his shift. “It was work. I think it’ll run a lot smoother when you’re able to go back with me.” He smiles, sitting at the edge while he takes out the Styrofoam bowl, opening it and putting a spoon in it for Harry.
Harry takes the food grateful. He sips a mouthful while he leans against his lover. "I can come back sooner, you know. I'm not that bad off." Eyeing the blond, Harry hopes he'll agree; sitting around the house was plain boring.
He shakes his head, leaning against the couch as he watched Harry with the food. “No, not until you’re completely better. How’s your knee?”
Looking down at the now-braced appendage, the brunet shrugs. "It doesn't hurt as much as before, so I think the exercises are helping." He leans in and pecks a kiss to Niall's cheek. "I can stand and walk for longer now." he says, hoping to give the Irishman a clue.
“That’s good.” He smiles lovingly at Harry. He knows the boy is getting rather antsy staying home all the time, but truthfully, Niall’s not really sure he can handle Harry being anywhere but beside him or in the safety of their home, not after what happened. “Maybe you and Liam can walk me to work one day this week if you’re feeling up to it, get that knee working properly again.”
Laughing, Harry nods and leans into Niall, placing the bowl back onto the coffee table. "I know another kind of exercise we could do." His eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Oh really? The doctor gave you a new exercise to do?” Niall smiles as he wraps an arm around Harry’s middle to pull him closer to cuddle with him.
Snorting and shaking his head, Harry goes along with the move, tucking his head into the crease where neck meets shoulder. Kissing lightly he says "Not exactly." A tongue flicks out, tasting the blonds skin. Harry settles his lips over the now-wet spot.
Niall’s eyes slide shut as he feels Harry’s lips on his skin, his hand clenches tighter on the material of the back of Harry’s shirt. “Mmm, is this exercise something that won’t embarrass Liam if he comes out here?”
Harry pauses, lifting his mouth away. "We can continue this...exercise elsewhere if you prefer." His voice is husky, a wanting in his eyes.
He’s amused, moving to get off the couch. “I’m pretty sure we’ve scarred that poor boy enough for a lifetime already.” He smirks, wrapping his arms around Harry to lift him up and carry him into their bedroom, toeing the door shut when they’re inside.
The brunet smiles, hands already stroking against Niall's shirt, sliding against nipples. He takes his own shirt off as soon as Niall puts him down. Popping the button on his jeans, he leers at his lover, wiggling his eyebrows dramatically.
Shaking his head as he laughs, Niall moves down to rest hands on either side of Harry’s body as he kisses him. He’s been really careful with Harry not to hurt him, and this isn’t an exception. “Easy love, don’t want to hurt you.” He murmurs against Harry’s lips before pulling away to look at the boy at a safe distance.
Harry huffs, standing and carefully removing his clothes till he stands naked. Stepping closer, he settles his hands against the blond’s chest. "Niall" he kisses him gently. "I am not spun glass." He runs his hands under the other's shirt, tickling against smooth skin.
“I know you’re not, it’s just…” he trails off, looking down as he runs a hand over Harry’s exposed skin. “I just don’t want to jeopardize your healing process.” He finally looks up to meet Harry’s eyes.
The younger boy crowds against him with a smile. "You would never hurt me." Eyes light and smiling to the blond, Harry kisses his lover again, with more heat, hands sliding under the edge of Niall's jeans. His tongue slides against Niall's lower lip, begging entrance.
It doesn’t take long before Niall is giving in, opening his mouth for Harry as his own hands slide over naked skin. It’s never taken Harry long to get what he wants from Niall, and it would look like Niall would learn, but he doesn’t. Each and every time he tells himself he’ll stand strong, but always ends up failing when he’s faced with those big green eyes and that pout he sort of does.
Harry moans into the kiss; it's been too long since they were intimate with one another. He drags them back to the bed, pushing Niall first before following him down with a giggle. They lie facing each other, Harry's hand traveling under and up Niall's shirt. "Been waiting a while for this" he whispers.
Fingers trail up Harry’s side as Niall’s eyes twinkle with mischief. “So you planned this?” he chuckles, sliding fingers down to flick a nipple teasingly.
Body twitching, the brunet bites his lip. "Why of course not." He bats his lashes and tugs on Niall's clothes. "I think you're a bit overdressed there love."
Niall takes the hint and moves to get undressed, throwing his discarded clothes onto the floor before crawling back beside Harry to pressing his ever growing hard on against him. “Mmm” he groans, capturing Harry’s lips with his own. He’s missed this; it’s been far too long.
Harry settles himself to his back, spreading his legs to accommodate his lover's bulk. A hand runs down before grabbing Niall's member, hand strong and sure as he strokes. He leans up to kiss the blond open mouthed, swallowing the sounds of pleasure.
Growling in the kiss, Niall slides his hand to pin Harry to the mattress as he’s now resting on top of him, grinding their hips together in delicious friction. His lips move to lick, nip, and suck down Harry’s neck, leaving angry red marks that are sure to bruise once it’s all said and done.
Losing himself in the feeling, the brunet moans and bucks, hands gripping onto Niall's ass, kneading and starting to beg for more. Harry tilts his head back, groaning at the sensation. "Want you in me!" he whines.
Niall nibbles on Harry’s earlobe as he smirks, thrusting on last time against Harry’s erection before pulling back and shimming down to slide a thumb over Harry’s entrance. “You sure?” he looks up, raising an eyebrow at his lover. He teases him by only applying a bit of pressure against the sensitive skin as he dips his head down and licks the length of Harry’s cock.
Coming half off the bed, Harry glares at his lover. "Oh don't tease me!" He smirks and runs fingers against the blond's lips, breath catching as Niall's tongue darts out to taste the tip.
Smirking, Niall moves his fingers, nudging one inside him as he sucks on Harry’s fingers, trying to distract him from the burn. He works slowly, but applying enough pressure to cause Harry to moan. His finger brush over Harry’s insides carefully, spreading him open nice and easy, as Niall licks Harry’s fingertips one last time before letting them go to work on Harry’s cock.
Head back and hands fisted in the covers, he tries not to cum. Watching as Niall sucks him down, fingers spearing him and spreading him wide. He moans, his hips rocking with each slide. "Niall" his name stretched out and filled with desire.
Niall swallows around Harry as he presses a second finger inside him, scissoring him. He hums around Harry’s dick, causing vibrations to tease the younger boy further.
Harry moans, fingers tangling in Niall's hair. "So ready! Been ready for you!" he pants, tugging at gold strands lightly.
With an obscene ‘pop’, Niall sucks the tip of Harry’s dick until he moves up his body, kissing and nipping at bare skin and nipples, until he reaches lips. He captures Harry’s bottom lip with his teeth as Niall slowly slides his fingers out. He moves to shift his weight so he’s now hovering over the smaller boy. He spits in his hand, before lubing himself up. Niall continues to nip kisses at Harry as he gets himself ready, by positioning his hip between Harry’s legs and nudging himself inside him.
Harry has to breathe through the stretch, but he's happy to be filled like this again. "Love you" he moans, hand tangling with Niall's. He rocks his hips, taking his lover deeper and deeper into his body, breath gusting out as the older boy finally bottoms out. His body vibrates with need. "Niall!"
Niall groans at the fullness, of being inside Harry once again. His hand clinches Harrys, once he allows them both to get adjusted to the feeling and he’s able to move. He pulls out half way only to slide himself back in to the hilt. He groans, worrying his bottom lip as he looks down at his mate. “Fuckkk” he whimpers.
The smaller boy tightens his hold on his lover, pulling him down to share a kiss. "Feels so good!" He grinds down onto the cock filling him, groaning in pleasure as he does so. "Harder!" he demands
He doesn’t have to be told twice, as he thrusts into Harry harder, snapping his hips against him hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall and the mattress groan in protest. Liam’s probably hating them right about now, but Niall doesn’t care, he’s gone entirely way too long for this and he wants it, no, needs it. “Harry, so tight…so hot.”
"Yeah! Like that!" Harry has a solid grip on Niall with one hand, his other reaching down to take himself in his hand. "Won’t last long" he warns, his hand jacking himself with every thrust.
Harry’s words only fuel Niall on; desperate to hear his lover cry out when he’s painting their bodies with his cum. Niall thrusts into him hard, feeling the familiar pull in his abdomen that tells him he’s close.
Harry's cries become louder the closer he gets to orgasm. His toes curl and his breath stutters to a stop as one particular thrust hit his sweet spot. Back arching, he cums hard, painting both his and Niall's chests.
“Fuck,” Niall breathes, feeling himself come undone when he feels the hot stickiness of his lovers cum against his chest. He buries his head in Harry’s neck, seeing stars as he explodes, realizing his load inside Harry. Niall shudders as he feels himself coming down from his high, planting soft kisses against Harry’s skin.
Harry pulls Niall down to cuddle with him, ignoring the sticky mess for the moment. "Mmm...let’s do that again?" He smiles at the boy, eyes fluttering at the gentle touch of lips.
Niall manages to lift his head up from Harry’s neck to look at the boy. “Give me a minute?” he says weakly, kissing his cheek, “Unless you want something else.” He arches an eyebrow.
Giggling, Harry scoots closer to the blond. "I guess I can wait for you to catch your second wind."
Pulling Harry to him, Niall chuckles, kissing his forehead, “You’re going to be the death of me.”