Fake (N.S)

29.

Niall's POV

"Well...I guess that's one way to end a date, right?" Harry let out from beside me as we began to redress. I watched as he slipped his shirt back on, the material dropping to hide his tanned chest and remove any traces of proof of what we had just done. 

"I guess it is," I laughed. Nothing about this was particularly funny. I was laughing mainly because it was so predictable for me and Harry to end up having sex at a time like this.

I would have initially said that this was a bad thing as it meant we had simply just gone in circles but the thought of both of us actually staying here afterwards was what made me reconsider.

Of course, maybe our struggle to be around each other without it leading to something sexual would prove to be a bad thing at some point but that was something I chose to ignore right then. The fact that one of us hadn't run off like so many times in the past made things seem okay.

Things were different now. I could see that in the way Harry's still lust blown green eyes had searched my body again, no traces of the emotionless attraction anywhere, in fact he looked like he was staring at some beautiful work of art. I wasn't exactly used to this side of him, but I was thoroughly enjoying it. 

I silently put my jeans back on, letting out a soft groan as I moved, the subtle pain acting as a reminder of what had just happened. I wasn't concerned, too used to this feeling to feel worried about it and genuinely happy to be feeling this way. I could tell Harry thought differently. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his tone laced with concern as his eyes searched my body again, taking his lip between his teeth as an expression of guilt settled on his face. 

The fact that he had asked that simply because I had displayed only the slightest amount of pain showed me that he actually cared. I could tell that I wasn't exactly doing anything to express that I was genuinely in pain, considering he knew just how much I enjoyed being rough, so the sudden display of concern was slightly amusing for me. 

Of course, I nearly rolled my eyes at his question because no matter how much I loved the thought of him caring about me enough to ask that, it didn't change the fact that we had done this countless times. He should know by now I was used to the fast pace we went at and didn't actually need him to fuss over me.

"Course not," I murmured, just realising how hoarse my voice was after everything. I was never usually very loud, though it seemed that sometimes I got carried away. If Harry also noticed my voice, he spared my embarrassment and didn't acknowledge it, which I was thankful for. I already blushed way too much, particularly around him.

Harry picked up his phone from where he had previously placed it and glanced at it, the light shining on his face much brighter than the lamp, before looking back up at me.

"I should take you home soon," he spoke up, letting out a soft sigh. 

I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. I knew that we couldn't exactly stay there forever but I wished we could. Time seemed to fly by so fast. 

"I know," he murmured, seeming to understand how I was feeling. "This was fun." He leaned over to kiss my forehead. "All of it."

"Yeah," I sighed. It really was. 

He bit his lip, seeming to be thinking of how to best phrase his next words, before he began to speak again. 

"Look. About the...sex. It was great, it always is with you," I couldn't help but blush at his words. "But that's not the only thing I want you around for. I want you to know that this entire thing was probably one of the best days of my life and I don't want you to feel like I did all of this just to fuck you."