Shiver(narry)(Boyxboy)

I woke up the annoying sound of what appeared to be birds... Birds?
Why the fuck is there a bird in my house?
"Somebody please shoot it." A voice grumbled, one that most definitely was not mine. I cracked open my eyes to see that I wasn't in my house, but still outside... And Niall was fast asleep on my chest.
"Fuck." I grunted, coming to the realization we had fallen asleep outside. "Go away." "Niall... Wake up." "No." "Niall, we fell asleep." "Go away." "Wake up."
"I don't want to... I'm warm." Niall moved a little, slipping off my chest and right into my lap as I shifted up. This made me aware of the growing situation located in my pants. Let's just say that little Styles wasn't exactly so little at the moment.
"Niall, please." "No... I don't want to get up." "Niall..." His cheek nuzzled into little Styles, and I nearly cried at that... It had been a long time since I had any kind of release okay? Don't judge me. "Harry, why's your dick in my face?" "More like your face is in my dick, it's not my fault you ended down up there." "I get that you're all for the "let's fuck on the first date" shit, but I'm not. I just kissed you for crying out loud." "I didn't say anything about fucking." "Your dick says otherwise."
"Have you ever heard of morning wood? Yeah, it's quite common among those who aren't sexually active on a daily basis." Niall sat up, raising his eyebrows at me as I just smirked. I felt like I was winning the little battle, but then again with Niall Horan there's hardly any winning.
"And you're just an innocent little virgin, aren't you? Never slept with anyone before."
"I never said that."
"That's what you're implying." Niall huffed, crossing his arms across his chest as he looked at me. I don't really know what drove me to do this, but next thing I knew I was kissing him again.
Enjoying the pure innocence that was the kiss of Niall Horan.
My hands found themselves snaking underneath his shirt, feeling his bare skin. I wasn't exactly helping my situation, but hey... I liked kissing him.
It took me a moment though to realize that he was shaking underneath my hands, something that I didn't exactly know how to take...
"Why are you so nervous?" I asked, finally pulling away from him. His lips were already red and swollen, his breathing short as he looked at me. His eyes were filled with want, and in all honesty it was taking every ounce in my self control not to fuck him right here and now.
"I-I'm not nervous." He stuttered out, biting his bottom lip... It was almost as if he knew that he drove me crazy by just doing that.
"Then why are you shaking? Surely you're not a virgin, I mean with a body like that... and you know the way you dress." Niall rolled his eyes at that one, but his playful expression didn't last for long.
"And what if I am? A virgin that is." I let out a groan, his words sinking in the second he said them. Niall Horan. My slut dresser. Was an innocent little virgin... Goddammit.
"Then may god have mercy upon my soul." I whispered, before kissing him again. I felt that things changed a little there, like for the first time since I started sleeping around... I was actually nervous to take someone's virginity.
I mean... Let's be honest here... I've had my fair share of virgins... But Niall Horan.... He's different. "We should probably go back... I'm sure the town thinks we're missing by now." Niall said after pulling away from me completely. "I don't want to... I have to face Betty today and knowing her she invited her son over." "Maybe... Maybe it's best if you guys fix things?" "I don't want anything to do with that fucker." I hissed, looking at Niall like he'd lost it. There was no way in hell I was gong to fix things with Alex. The fucker broke my heart. "You can't hold it against him for forever Harry..." "Like hell I can't. You don't understand Niall... You don't understand." "What don't I understand?"
"What it's like to have your heart torn into a million pieces, then have someone dance on it. I can't just forgive him, and I bloody hell won't. I don't care if I hold this grudge for the rest of my life, I will never again talk to him. He was an asshole."
"You sound ridiculous right now, I hope you know that." "I'm not being ridiculous." "Yes you are, in fact I would say you're being quite hypocritical if you ask me." "Well I didn't ask you."
"Do you think I give a shit?" Niall scoffed, standing up from our spot on the shore. He crossed his arms over his chest as he glared down at me.
"Take me home." His voice was cold, and I tried not to cringe at it... His mood had changed within a matter of seconds...
"Niall..." I tried, standing up as well. I reached to grab his arm, but he pushed me away. "Don't touch me, I'm mad at you." "I'm sorry." "No you're not, that's one thing I've learned about you Harry Styles... You're never sorry."

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