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Stupid With Love

I thought We Were Over

Harry P.O.V
(Two weeks later, back in London)

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, turning to Niall. “We can wait, it’s not a big deal.”

“If I wait any longer I know I won’t do it. So we’re doing this now,” he replied, turning away from me and continued to place his clothes into one of his many suitcases.

“I just meant that it’s a big step. Are you sure you’re ready for it?” I asked wanting to be sure he wasn’t doing this because of me.

“Harry, I know,” he snapped, dropping the shirt he was holding.

He got to his feet and walked over to me. Placing his hands on my cheeks, his eyes were soft as they stared into mine.

“Harry, what’s wrong? It’s like you’re trying to talk me out of this of something,” I started to speak, but he placed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “I want to do this. You’re the only one I feel like I can trust. I’m not just doing this for you; I’m doing this for me. I need this, okay?” I stayed quiet and nodded. He placed a quick kiss on my lips, before continuing to pack his things.

I could only stare at him. How his muscles moved under the skin of his bare back as he struggled to fit everything into his bags. His light brown chinos sitting just low enough that I could see the band of his briefs. The rare London sun shone through the open window of Niall’s apartment, hitting his back, creating shadows that moved with such grace over the white canvas. How did I get so lucky? What did I do to deserve a boy like this? These questions I ask myself every day, knowing that I will never receive an answer. He turned, feeling my lust filled eyes on him.

“What are you looking at, Harry?” he asked, a knowing smirk on his face. He was doing this on purpose. Why else would he be kneeling half naked across the room from me, if not to tease me?

“Ah, nothing,” I said, dipping my head, attempting to hide the redness that was spreading across my checks.
“Okay,” he replied, going back to packing. He stood up and walked into the kitchen. His chinos sagging at the back, in a way that only Niall could pull off. I waited for him to come back, but after a few minutes he was still gone. I sprung to my feet and walked into the kitchen, trying hard not to think of what happened the last time. The last time I walked cautiously to the kitchen, only to find Niall half dead.

“Niall?” I said the strain obvious in my voice.

“Yes, Harry?” he replied, immediately. I let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

He was standing with a glass of water raised to his lips. His back was pushed up against the hard marble of the countertop. His chest rose as he swallowed the cold liquid, licking his bottom lip slowly, to remove all of the water. He stared at me.

“What is it?”

I walked over to him, grabbing the glass out of his hand and setting it aside on the bench. I wrapped my arms around his bare waist and pulled him to me.

“I’m happy, Niall. I think happier than I have ever been. I’m just so glad we’re doing this. I’m so glad we are moving in together,” I said.

He pulled back slightly and looked at me. “I’m glad you’re happy, Harry.” I couldn’t help but hear the double meaning in that sentence. Niall was better, but not completely, something is still missing inside him. Something that I know I can’t give to him. And as much as I try to fight it, I know that Liam is the only person who can give it to him. But there is something that only I can give to, Niall. Something that Liam ruined his chances of ever doing again.

I pressed my crotch into Niall, and pulled him closer to me. His response was instantaneous as he pushed harder against me. I placed my fingers under his chin, making him look at me. Our mouths connected, it was completely rushed and sloppy, both of us trying to put all we had into that kiss. Our lust for each other taking over. I lifted him onto the bench, laying him down; I hovered over top of him. I dipped my hips down, so we were touching, and grinded hard against him, feeling satisfied when he let out a loud moan. I rocked back on my heels, stripping my shirt off and throwing it to the side. I sat on the edge of the bench and eased myself off it, grabbing Niall’s ankles so his legs dangled off the side of the bench top. I unzipped his chinos and pulled them hastily off of his legs, revealing black briefs that were having a hard time trying to contain his hard bulge. I put my thumbs in the waistband of them and pulled them down, releasing him. Smirking when he let out a slight sigh of relief. Not wasting any time I took him in my mouth, working slowly and then gaining speed, occasionally grazing my teeth down his length. I stopped and stood up to face him, he was already looking at me, face flushed. I gripped him by the waist, lifting him off the counter. I led him towards his half empty bedroom and pushed him forcefully against the wall. Pressing my body hard against his back. I unzipped my jeans, letting them fall into a pile on the floor. I lined myself up, just like I had done so many times before and thrust into him. He pushes back harder against me, I respond by reaching my hand around him, and start jerking him off. The room is immediately filled with our moans, as we each race each other to our release. The pleasure is all too much, as I removed myself, spilling all over Niall’s back. A few seconds later, he finds his release, all over my hand. I collapse against him, breathing ragged.

“Fuck,” was all he said, before slipping out from between me and the wall and walking to the shower.


Niall P.O.V

I walked into the kitchen after my shower to find Harry riffling through the cupboards.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, sitting on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

“You have no food in this apartment,” he replied, opening and closing the fridge door, as if doing so will make food magically appear.

“Don’t fuss. I’ll go to the shops and get some, alright?” I said, lowering myself off the stool and walking into the bedroom to grab my wallet.

Harry stuck his head around the corner, “Can you grab us some chips?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” I replied, placing a quick kiss on his lips before walking past him and out the door.

I shut the apartment door firmly behind me. I had just started to walk down the corridor when I noticed somebody sitting against the wall. Their hood was pulled up over their head, obscuring their face. I walked closer to them, towards the elevator. They must have heard me coming because they looked up. Liam stared at me from under his dark grey hood. His fringe fell into his eyes; he looked tired, like he’d been sitting out here for hours.

“Niall, finally. I was beginning to think that you were never going to leave that apartment of yours,” he said, standing up.

He was taller than me, so I was forced to look up, but only just. I stayed to look at him for a few seconds, before deciding to ignore him. I continued my walk towards the elevator, pushing the down button, I waited. After a few minutes it finally came, I stepped in and to my surprise Liam followed me. We rode the whole way in silence, before he once again followed me. I didn’t look at him, not once as we walked down the street. He stayed a few meters behind and to the left of me at all times. A block from the shops I couldn’t take it anymore. I spun around on my heel and shouted at him,

“What the hell do you want!?” he looked taken aback at my outburst.

“I ah, well you see. Ah -,” he stuttered.

“Well spit it out. You followed me all this way. Don’t tell me you don’t have a reason,” I spat at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, bowing his head.

“It’s a bit fucking late for sorry, my friend,” I replied, starting to walk away.

He grabbed hold of my wrist. I tried to yank it free, but his grip was like a vice, holding me in place.

“Niall, I’m sorry. I need you to hear me say that. I am so fucking sorry that it causes me physical pain,” he said, staring hard into my eyes. “I should never have done what I did to you. I didn’t think we would get so serious. I didn’t think that what we were doing meant anything. I-I didn’t think you would fall in love with me.”

“I guess I’m just that stupid,” I replied.

“Niall, you’re not stupid. I am. I should never have let you go,” his eyes were watering, was he serious? “You know that I read somewhere that it’s much easier to humiliate, degrade and just generally shit all over someone, than it is to admit that you love them. That’s what I’m trying to say, Niall. I love you. I think I always have, I was just too scared to admit it. And when I thought you were dead, that’s all I could think about. I only thought that I had never told you that I loved you, and that you would never get to hear it, because you were dead. But you lived, and I’m taking the chance while I have it. I love you, and I want to be with you,” he finished.

“You do realise I’m with Harry, right? We’re moving in together,” I replied. A look of shock crossed him face.

Before I even had a chance to react, Liam had closed the distance between us and smashed his mouth to mine. His large hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer than I thought was possible, but somehow he managed it. My hands now free from his grip wound their way into his hair, pulling his head down lower, so it was easier for me to reach. He licked my bottom lip with his tongue, I immediately granted him entrance. I’ve wanted this for so long. It was familiar and long over due; I couldn’t deny the attraction I feel towards Liam, I don’t think I ever could. But when I closed my eyes, I was immediately met with bright green eyes, eyes that were now beginning to dim the longer I’m with Liam. Their warmth replaced by coldness, a look of anger flashes in them. Before they slowly close and fade out of my vision. What am I doing? I pull away from Liam, yanking his hands off me; I stumble back a few feet. He reaches out to steady me, but I brush his hands away.

“It looks like you have a choice to make,” he said after me, as I began to run back the way I had come. Away from Liam.

There is no choice. I’m with Harry. Liam doesn’t get to say things like that to me, he doesn’t have the right. Before long I was stumbling through my apartment door, and into the lounge room, where Harry was sprawled along the couch.

“Where’s the food?” he asked, looking at my empty hands, with a confused look on his face.
“Oh, I um, I guess I got distracted. I can go out again,” I replied, hoping he would give me an alternative; I didn’t want to chance running into Liam again.

He sat up straight on the couch. “No worries, we’ll just order in. How does Italian sound?” It’s as if he could read my mind.

I nodded and sat down next to him.

Our food came an hour later and we ate it while sitting in front of the tv watching some horror movie that we had already seen a thousand times. It was getting late, and my eyes started drifting shut of their own accord. I snapped them open and heard Harry softly snoring underneath me. I tucked myself under his arm and for the first time tonight closed my eyes willingly. That night I dreamed of brown puppy dog eyes and a kiss that I wish never happened, but a kiss that I was all to ready to experience again.



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GUYS I'M 16 READERS AWAY FROM 10,00. thank you to everyone who has showed interest in this little story of mine. you do not understand how much it means to me. and never fear, this story is far from over, i still have so much drama planned!


Both narry and niam, I tend to lean a bit more towards narry though.

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I did <3 Your story is amazing so you are a Niam Horayne shipper,right?

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If you read the sequel 'loved you first' there may be a happy ending. But no promises. I hope you enjoyed the story anyway.

Jayy Jayy

No!!!This can't end like this!!! :'( It's a Niam Horayne Fanfic were is the happy ever after? :'( :'( :'(

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FREAKING AWESOME when your done with it let me know so i can read it ;)