Fascinate ||Narry

chapter one

I tuck the gun into the back waistband of my pants and fix my suit jacket to cover it. It's not really necessary, because I own this town, but it's more a precaution. I exit the alley, leaving the body there for local police to find. This is what happens to people who don't pay, they get silenced.

I walk down a little ways and stop at a cozy looking coffee shop. The bell rings as I step inside, and my eyes gaze over the interior. It's small and quaint, just big enough to fit maybe 20 people. The place is empty, not even a worker in sight, so I walk around and look at everything.

"Hi," a sweet voice with an Irish accent calls out. "Welcome to The Perk."

I look toward the direction of the voice and see the most beautiful boy ever. His slightly long hair looks dyed blonde, his brown roots showing. Fringe covers his forehead, warm blue eyes underneath are welcoming and innocent. Damn they're innocent. His face still has baby fat, but it's cute in a way that makes me want to cuddle him.

I'm taken aback by my thoughts, I've never been one for cuddling. I'm a dominate person, and gang leader of this town. I don't cuddle. But just one look at him and that's all I want to do.

His lips are light pink and pouty, I can see his Adams apple bobbing up and down and my cock twitches. His pale, creamy skin only made him look more delicate, and more of a twink. I slowly walk forward, shamelessly letting my eyes flick over his enticing figure.

"Hi love," I say in a low voice, a sultry smile dancing across my lips.

"Hi," he giggles unabashedly, his shoulder shrugging with the force of the laugh.

"What's good here?" I ask, tearing my gaze from him and looking toward the menu.

"Well," he giggles slightly. "It really depends on your tastes. I like the mocha latte with ice, but the hot drinks are good as well. We have some specials today, Brazilian frape, and Italian roast cappuccino, but you can get them in just normal coffee. We also have a banana muffin that is really good, and the cake is to die for. I like the lemon, but only when I'm in the mood, it's very lemony."

He screws up his face adorably and looks at the ceiling. "Is that right?"

"Sounded right to me," I say and he giggles. I swear if he does that one more time, I'm going to bend him over the counter and fuck his tight hole. He looks up at me with a bright smile and doe eyes. His whole person just oozes innocence. "I'll get a black Brazilian coffee and a slice of the Lemon cake."

"Good choice," the boy says with a smile. I watch in awe as he punches in my order, his tongue poking out of his lips as he concentrates. "It's £4.35."

I open my wallet and pull out a ten pound note, handing it to him. "Keep the change."

"Thank you sir," he blushes, smiling down at his hands.

"There is one condition," I say with a smirk. The teal pops open and he looks at me in worry and confusion. "You have to tell me your name."

"Oh," he giggles, taking out the change and stuffing it in the pocket of his jeans, under his apron. "It's Niall. Niall Horan."

"Niall," I mutter to myself, loving the way it rolls off my tongue. He backs away and starts my coffee. I watch his bum move in his super tight, black skinny jeans. They hug his legs perfectly, showing off every indent, and curve. "A beautiful name for a beautiful boy."

The back of his neck turns pink, indicating he is blushing profusely. I smirk, loving this reaction, and continue to watch his body move as he bustles around the area behind the bar. He's the most beautiful boy I've ever seen, I have to have him. I need to have him. Just by looking at him I crave him, and I will have him.

He turns around to me with a large smile and a mug of coffee. "I'll take it to your chair if you'd like."

"I think I can handle it love," I wink and take the mug from him. He blushes and I smirk while turning around and walking toward a small circular table that seats only two. I sit down and take a sip of the coffee, smiling at the taste.

"How is it?" Niall asks, bringing over a fairly large slice of lemon cake.

"Brilliant," I give him a dazzling smile. "You're an excellent chef."

"It's just coffee," he giggles, setting the plate on the table. "Oh, let my grab you a fork."

"You better grab two," I call after him, watching as his cute tiny bum jiggles as he walks. "It's fairly large, I'm not sure I can eat it all myself."

"Oh sir I couldn't possibly do that," he rushes out, turning from the utensil drawer to look at me.

"I insist babe," I say and smirk as he blushes. I chuckle to myself as he turns around then quickly turns back and walks over to me. I push out the chair across from me with my foot, and he sits down, setting one of the forks on the table in front of me. "Tell me more about yourself."

"Um," he dips his fork in the cake and pulls off a piece. "I'm 16, my favorite color is pink, I like to play footie. Um ..."

He places the fork on his tongue and closes his lips around it, I inwardly groan as the fork slides out from between his sinful lips. I'm mesmerized as I watch him chew the food, his mouth moving around delightfully.

"I'm getting my braces off tomorrow, which I'm really happy about," he grins, and I notice the mouth full of metal for the first time. "I don't really like them, but my teeth are now straight so it's all better. I'm really excited to come to work tomorrow so people can see my new teeth."

"I think you look lovely," I comment, earning a light blush from him. I just love how much I can make him blush. "and I bet you looked beautiful before you got them on."

"Well thank you sir," he says quietly, looking down at the table. "But I'm not."

"First of all, call me Harry," I say, digging my own fork into the cake. "and second, I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again. You're absolutely the most beautiful person I've ever met."

"Thank you ... Harry," he mutters, glancing from my eyes to the cake. I love the way my name falls off his lips, and I can't help but imagine how sinfully enrapturing his voice would sound as his lips form the word 'daddy' in gorgeous, mind blowing moans.

I will make him mine. All I need is time.

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