A Slide Into First ➵ narry

Chapter 10

The text was from Niall (it could have been much worse) and it read: “You watch it yet?” With confusion and piqued interest Harry unlocked his phone and decided to start from the beginning of the conversation, and as he continued to scroll he realized that his introversion when drunk did not extend to his phone.

“I’m having fun and I’m not sad! Yayy!”

“Z has bourbon and I’m a happy boy”

“We miss you and it’s not just me this time promise”

“Z has a girlfriend did you know that wtf”

“You’re so hwmot”

“*hot”

“Promise I’m not that dturnmk yet”

“*drunk. Fuck”

“I miss you n no one else is allowed to miss you too just me ok”

“Lou is funny” (the message was attached to a photo Louis sticking his tongue in Harry’s ear)

“Blondie: I sent u smthing , watch it”

“M not home but I will promise”

“Fuck Ni I miss you and your hands down my pants”

“Shh I didn’t send that shhh”

“Yes  Idid,”

“Dwoi syou lgcvr me”

“Haha :D”

“Blondie: You watch it yet?”

Well, okay, it could have been worse. Harry just thanked God for autocorrect (even though it was failing him towards the end) and that the most embarrassing thing he said was only the worst sext he had ever sent in his life. Really? “I miss your hands down my pants”? But what really got him going was the promise of a video of some sort from Niall, and Harry really, really, really hoped that Niall wasn’t even half clothed in it.

He opened up his email and, sure enough, he had one from Niall. All it read was “hope you like it ! Roommates went drinkin and I had the room to myself for a bit !” with a video attached. It’s just that Zayn had shitty-ass internet that always made Harry itch with impatience whenever he tried to check his twitter there, and he knew there was no hope of him being able to open the video. If it was longer than 5 seconds long then the shitty wifi didn’t have the capabilities for it and it was a lost cause. So he lounged back into his chair and tried to fall asleep, waiting for Louis and Liam to wake their lazy asses up.

**

At home Harry ran into his room, barely offering a greeting to his sister and mom as they sat in the kitchen and ate their breakfasts. His laptop was sitting on his bed and he was able to open it and log-on in record speed. The video was still sitting there, as if it could have run off, and he pressed play with butterflies dancing in his stomach. The thought of Niall doing anything in his room alone, just for Harry, was enough to get him hard already.

The video started and the beginning shot was just the headboard of a hotel room with cheap bed covers and no one in sight, but it was a promising start. Then Niall came into view (no articles of clothing missing unfortunately) and sat down in front of the webcam. He started fiddling with something on screen for a few moments, his tongue poked out in concentration, but then he reached behind the camera and pulled out his guitar and oh.

“Okay, Curly, I’m bored and no one is in here or the room over or the next room over after that and I think that’s the perfect opportunity forthis,” he said, motioning to the instrument in his hand, “It’s probably kind of cheesy but you never get to hear me play my music and I think I’m pretty damn good at it,”