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Narry ~ Little White Lies

♥ NARRY ~ Little White Lies ♥

*CONTAINS SEXUAL ACTS*

Niall's POV

Harry pushed me against the wall, his touch soft yet rough. His lips hovered dangerously close to mine as I tried to move away. I couldn't though, his grasp on me was too firm.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I whispered. Not that I minded being this close, of course I didn't mind! But I sure as hell know he isn't gay, unlike me. But if he wasn't gay, how come he's pinning me against the wall, inches from kissing me?

"Does it matter what I'm doing? Just shush and enjoy." Harry said, his voice low and raspy. I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out. He said enjoy, right? So I should enjoy. I curled my mouth up into a small smirk and was pushed harder against the wall by Harry. His gorgeous green eyes darted between my eyes and lips. He wasn't, was he? I kept my eyes on his as he closed the space. I shut my eyes immediately, and got lost in the kiss.

His lips were warm against mine, and sent shivers all the way around my body. Harry's tongue brushed along my bottom lip, his hands moving so they were rested on my ass and squeezed slightly. I gasped. He took the opportunity and darted his tongue in my mouth. I relaxed as our tongues danced together. My hands tangled in his hair, curling the curls around my finger. Harry's lips pulled away for a moment, and he smirked at my annoyed expression as he did. His lips soon found a new place to settle as he pressed them against my neck, teasing and sucking at my skin. I stifled a moan.

"Let it out, Nialler. None of the boys are home," his voice muttered against my jaw. I lent my head back, giving him more space. I let out a moan as he left a love bite on my neck. I couldn't care less if anyone saw it tomorrow. He kissed up along my jawline, back to my lips. I tugged on his curls slightly, causing him to moan. I trailed my fingers along his neck, tickling small swirls around his skin. He moaned out loud, bucking his hips into mine. Who would have thought that I'd find Harry Styles weak spot?

I smirked at the thought, moving my hands down his chest. I pushed back his blazer until it landed on the floor. I wasn't done there. I started at the neckline and undid the buttons until the shirt was was the floor, a couple of feet from us. Harry began pulling at the zip of my blue hoodie, thrusting it across the room and not bothering about where it went.

"Off," Harry instructed, clinging onto my shirt. I took it off and he continued sucking at the blue and purple mark which was beginning to appear on my skin. That wasn't going to go away for a while. I pulled him closer, if that were even possible. There was a single gap between us. The way his lips felt along my neck, it felt perfect. Every touch would send spark shooting through my body. Whenever I had done this with girls, I wouldn't get the spark feeling, Only with Harry. Harry's fingers tapped down my chest, edging closer and closer towards the waistline of my trousers. My heart raced faster, watching his every move as they got to the elastic. I took a deep breath and pushed my back towards the wall, biting hard on my bottom lip.

"Harry, stop teasing," I demanded, feeling my face redden. He chuckled against my neck. He played with the hem of my jeans, rubbing the edge between his finger. His touch lingered against my skin. "Harry, no teasing." I panted. I could feel him chuckle again, moving his hands to the front of my jeans.

He looked up into my eyes, his green eyes perfectly captivating me. Harry's fingers slowly pulled my zipper so my trousers were open exposing my boxer shorts. I blushed, trying to look away, yet Harry's other hand gently pushed my cheek to look at him. He smiled his heart-stopping crooked smile. It always made feel week at the knees. He leaned in a re-connected our lips after what felt like a life time. Almost immediately his tongue brushed against my bottom lip and without hesitation I let him him. He fiddled with the button on my jeans, letting them fall to the ground. I took my legs out and pushed them away.

I barely even noticed Harry's hand edging closer towards the hem of my boxers, I was too entranced by the kiss. Harry quickly pulled away, taking off the rest of his clothes until he was also in his boxers. I scanned over them, examining the waistband. Calvin Klein. Those were sexy, but then again, anything looked sexy on Harry. I looked up to see him smirking.

"Like what you see?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and pulled him closer. I pressed my lips against his, they moved in sync once again. I knew his weak spot, and I went for it, tickling small circles along his neck. He moaned loudly. He bucked his hips into me once again, this time his fingernails gripping tightly onto the flesh of my back. I continued to stroke his neck, planting firm kisses on his jaw as I did so. As I moved the strokes further around his body, he moaned more. Each moan got louder and more desperate. Then I heard a door downstairs slam. They were home.

I froze. As did Harry. We didn't move.

"HONEY, I'M HOME!" Louis bellowed. It was obvious it was Louis with his grand entrance. Harry pulled back, looking at me with wide eyes. We started running around the room, desperately pulling our clothes back on. I glanced to Harry and he winked. I smiled back before my smile faded. He was wearing my beige chinos, and I was wearing his black skinnies. It was definitely noticeable, but too late to change.

"Shit," Harry muttered as he realized. I was about to say something when Louis barged in, giving us each a hug.

"Hey Lou." I said as he hugged me. He pulled back, glancing back and forth between us with his eyebrows pushed together. I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn't catch on. I looked up at Harry, the same expression written on his face. Louis looked at me and his eyes widened as he pointed to my neck.

"Why do you have a hickey?" he questioned curiously. I blushed and looked to Harry, praying he would help me think of something.

"You gave him a love bite yesterday, remember?" Harry chuckled. I nearly sighed with relief! Louis nodded and shrugged, walking out of the room. I looked up at Harry and smiled. He smiled back and winked. He walked towards me, placing his hands on my hips while my hands stayed in my pockets.

"You free tomorrow night?" He asked, resting his forehead against mine.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"We need to finish what we started." He winked again.

"Come on, they'll be asking us where we are in a minute," I grumbled, pecking his lips before walking down the stairs with Harry close behind.

"Hey, aren't you two wearing each other's trousers?" Liam pondered, scanning his eyes back and fourth. My eyes widened. Crap. I forget about that. I looked up at Harry who looked like he was trying to think of something.

"N-no." Harry stuttered.

"Yeah you are! And why is your hair messy?" Zayn questioned. Crap. Forgot about the hair!

"And Harry slept with you?"Louis asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah I did. Niall felt a bit lonely so he asked me to sleep with him, hence why we're wearing each others jeans. Must've gotten them mixed around when we woke up." Harry explained the perfect lie. I relaxed a little. That lie was good right? I know I would believe it. I looked up at Harry and smiled.

The boys shrugged and nodded before searching for another TV channel. I winked at Harry before sitting down next to them all on the sofa. A few little lies wouldn't hurt anyone.