I Want It Bad - Narry

Chapter Two

Harry’s lips were gentle and delicate — like a feather dancing lightly across the canvas of Niall’s. His hands automatically fly up and cup the younger lad’s cheeks; thumb grazing along his jaw in diminutive strokes. Harry’s chest starts to heave heavily at that, body going slightly rigid at the sensation.

It’s addictive, Niall can’t stop, his tongue peeking out and sweeping along Harry’s lower lip to taste him. A sweet tinge immediately attacks his taste buds, the most pleasing, erotic feeling melting through him like warm honey. His eyelids flutter shut at the taste and his chest rumbles with a deep moan that was building up. He feels the boy underneath him go lax in his arms and whimper against his lips. His hands clutch at Niall’s biceps, dulled nails digging into the tattooed skin. Niall pulls away, much to his own dismay, and stares intently at him.

“You okay?”

Harry’s green eyes broaden with slight bewilderment. “Am I okay? Are you really asking me that?” He squeaks out.

Niall laughs, its slightly forced with a hint of tension, but he laughs. Slight guilt floods through him, too. It doesn’t stay very long.

Harry feels woozy once the event that just occurred plays over in his mind. It’s like he might pass out at any minute. The only thought going through his head is: oh, my God, Niall freaking Horan just kissed me.

Niall eyes his puffy, sore lips that burn with the color of scarlet. Harry nervously moves his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and tugs the sleeves of his overly large hoodie down.

“What’s your name, babe?” Niall asks as his fingers play with the piercing in his lip.

“Harry,” he breathes out.

“Harry,” Niall repeats slowly, testing out the sound of it. “I like it, Harry.”

An unexpected chill runs down his spine as Niall says that. Niall steps closer, practically hovering over him. He brings his hand up and brushes a curl away from Harry’s face gently. That’s when Harry notices his eyes are glossy and red.

“Niall, are you high?”

“You know my name, huh?” he inquires, his words slightly garbled. Harry turns a bright crimson.

“But yeah, ‘m high,” Niall continues with a smirk, “is it that noticeable?”

Harry lowers his gaze and kicks the heel of his shoe against the pavement. “Oh, that makes sense.”

Niall raises an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Harry mumbles, “I should be going.”

And before Niall could respond, he was gone.

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“You just turned around and . . . kissed him?”