"Niall, fuck-wait a second," Harry pants, clawing at Niall's shoulders.
Niall's hips stutter to a stop as he looks at Harry through wide, panicked eyes. "What's wrong?"
Harry's biting his bottom lip, brows deeply furrowed. "Weren't we supposed to be somewhere today?"
"Uhh." Niall pauses to think, arms trembling around Harry. "Don't think so."
"Hmm. Alright," Harry agrees, tangling his hands in Niall's hair. "Continue?"
Niall's grin is wolfish.
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