Shiver(narry)(Boyxboy)

We found ourselves laying on the grass in my back yard, the sun long gone now but Niall didn't want to go home quite yet. We had watched the sunset in silence, much like we had the night before but the moment the stars came out we both came out of our little shells too.
"You know, I never thought I'd live anywhere else but Ireland... I always thought I'd be stuck there for my entire life."
"Really? Why do you say that?"
"I don't know really, it's just what I was always told when I was younger. My parents weren't too keen on the idea of me actually doing something with my life besides being in the family business." Niall said, shrugging a little.
"My dad used to encoruage me to get out of this place, he wanted me to travel around the world... See what it had to offer really. He didn't want me to end up like him, stuck in this town with nowhere to go."
"Yet you're still here... If your dad wanted you to leave, why haven't you?"
"Cause I don't have anyone out there? My mum and Liam are the only family I have left now, my dad he uh...He passed away a few years back." Even at the mention of my dad's passing made me feel like crying.. I hated to think about it, but I needed to come to terms with it.
He wasn't here anymore.
"I'm sorry for your lose..."
"Is it bad that I keep...That I keep waiting for him to come bursting through my door with a big old smile on his face? My dad was one of the most important people in my life, and he was taken away from me because some idiot thought'd be smart to drink and drive."
"I... Things happen for a reason, and I know that's probably the last thing you want to hear from me... But they do, but we also can't let them define every part of who we are."
"My dad was the only solid person I had in my life for the first 16 or so years, my mum was never home and they divorced when I was 10. She wanted nothing to do with me until he passed, and next thing I knew she wouldn't leave me alone. Sometimes... Sometimes I wish I could hate her."
"I know the feeling.. I never really knew my mum either, she left when I was little... My dad remarried when I was 13."
"I guess we've finally got something in common eh? Well besides the fact we both are sluts." "I'm not a slut..." "You still dress like one." "It's hot here, I need light clothing." "Skinny jeans that hug your ass, aren't light clothing. Especially in black! What on earth are you thinking?" "I like the way they make me look?" "They make you look like a slut." "You're very... Blunt aren't you?" "I guess you could say that... Luke and Lou say I don't have a filter, that I just say what comes to mind really." "I believe them." "I'm sure they'll be pleased to know that, that is if I ever tell them. I'm not exactly talking to either of them at the moment." "Why's that? Well if you don't mind me asking..." "It's not anything major, Louis just pissed me off. Luke was just trying to keep the peace, but he didn't pick my side so I'm pissed at him too. I'll get over it in a day or so."
"Oh..." "We should probably head inside..." "Why? It's beautiful out here." "Well, you're shivering." "I'm not, I think you're the one shivering."
"What can I say? You've got that effect on me." "Flattering." "I thought of it as an compliment..." "Harry, the lady from across the street turns you on." "Betty? God no, she's like in her sixties!"
"Oh, so the slut has an age limit?" I rolled my eyes, turning my attention from the stars to Niall. He was looking right back at me, a faint smile on his face. For a second, his hand brushed mine... I almost grabbed it, but images of the last time I tried to grab his hand flashed through my mind.
"Sure do, anyone under the age of 18 and over the age of 30 is just off limits for little Styles." "You named your penis little Styles?" "It's a bit of an understatment, he's actually quite huge... Or so I've been told." Niall snorted, breaking our eye contact to return to starting up at the stars. "You never fail to amaze me Harry." "How's that? I haven't even showed you little Styles yet..." "You're just... You're yourself, and that's something I've never really witnessed before. I like it." His eyes once again looked into mine, his hand brushing mine again.
"Are you being sarcastic? Or are you actually telling the truth? I can never really tell with you... I mean a few days ago I could've sworn you hated my guts."
"I'm telling the truth... and I'm sorry about that... It's just... I don't really trust people, so I find it easier to push them away... But I'm kind of tired pushing you away..." My heart literally jumped into my throat, my breathing almost stopping completely as I stared at the boy in front of me.
"So what does that make us?" I whispered, still aware of the fact that his hand was so close to mine...
"Friends for now? I... I'm still not quite sure about you Harry Styles... I don't want to be just another notch in your bedpost."
"I can settle for friends... I'm more than happy with friends." Then he kissed me on the cheek. That's when the words my mother had told me no more than a few hours ago flashed through my mind... "Sooner or later you're going to get feelings for that boy... and just like your father... You'll fuck up."

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a while I've just been stressing out over chair tryouts. I don't even know why I am because I know I'm going to get last chair.