.___. [Harry's POV] .___.
It's been thirty four minutes since (Y/N) let and I'm so fucking bored. Niall is still asleep and the aired television is absolute shit. With those being my justified reasons, I found myself back in the bedroom.
I'd thrown the blanket off of Niall and began jumping on the bed around him. It reminded me of a time where he had done something very similar to me.
Niall buried his face further into his pillow and tried to ignore me. But I was going to make it near impossible to resent the fact that I'm here.
So I climbed on the curve in his lower back and fell on top of him. He muffled something in his pillow as I ran my fingers over the headboard of the bed. "'arry!" His whine had me sit up and watch him turn his head side on.
"Hmm?"
"Ge' off a me!" His Irish accent was thicker in the mornings than during the day.
"What if I refuse?" Challenging the boy, I saw him roll his eyes and slither onto his back. He put an arm over his eyes as he huffed annoyed at my presence.
"'ere's (Y/N)?"
"She's gone out this morning which leaves just me and you boney boy." The boy underneath me was quite skinny. His calf muscles and torso looked like they had been under developed; but maybe if he stops being a lazy fuck and comes with me to the gym every once and awhile than we wouldn't have this problem.
"Fuck off." He waved me off though I easily caught his wrist in my hand. Pushing it experimentally over his head, he squinted his eyes as to ask what I was doing.
But with a gentle move, I leant down and briskly rubbed my lips on his. He weakly grunted and let his other hand tug softly at my hair. I connected our lips properly this time and he could only grunt in satisfaction.
Niall and I don't share a lot of affection towards each other as we do for (Y/N); but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. I find myself, every now and then, to lip lock or spoon with the Irish boy. We don't mind it seeing as we both share the same girl and each other.
"Harry." Niall muttered as I pulled my lips away from his. "Let me up."
"Why?" I breathed trailing kisses to his jaw.
"P-problem." He tensed as his hand pushed my shoulder back. Complying, only to know what the problem was, I sat back at the end of the bed.
Niall yawned and stretched out before pulling the sheet back from his body. The problem then became obvious as I stared at the growing arousal beneath his boxers.
Why can't I fix it? I mean, we've both had sex together before.
"Wait." Leaning forward and putting a hand on his chest, he looked up at me wearily. "Lie down." He tilted his head confused.
"Why-"
"Just do it." Encouraging him onto his back, he hesitantly gave in as his back was caressed by the mattress. My attention turned down to his boxers as my fingers slipped into the waistband.
"Y-you don't-"
"I want to." Pulling his clothing piece to his knees, I made myself comfortable below Niall. "Close your eyes," I whispered gently and took his excitement into my hand, "and let me take care of you."
My words seemed to be enough to lull his eyes closed. His fists gently tugged at the pillow beneath his head as I began.
After each minute passed, Niall's fists only seemed to turn whiter as my cheeks hollowed. Soft desperate pants of sabotaged breath left his lips while he brought his knees to lift from the bed.
My hands ran up his bare torso and back down his sides as my eyes closed, soon feeling the boy give way. Pulling away, I let him spill his release onto his own stomach as just leant up.
"Clean yourself up and get dressed. We're going out." With a brief kiss, I stood up and took my clothes for the day from wardrobe.
"W-why?" Niall's voice weaker than it had been.
"We're getting breakfast."
.___. (Your POV) .___.
It's been forty five minutes since Louis and I had our breakfast together, discussing the normal weird things we'd usually discuss about. And now I had followed him into a jewellery parlor to help him in search for a gift.
"She likes rings." Louis pointed to a section that held specifically what he had offered.
Harry likes to wear rings. Well... that irrelevant piece of information popped up out if nowhere.
"Gold or silver?" Louis shrugged and inspected the goods from the stand below us.
"Both."
My phone then began to vibrate and I pulled it out to see Niall's contact.
"Hello?"
"Hey darlin." His voice had a smile smooth over my lips. "I missed you this morning."
"I know ya sleepy head." Louis glanced up at me as I smiled and stepped away, gesturing to take the call.
"Where are ya babe?"
"Uh," I stepped just outside the store and read the sign, "Wallace Bishop."
"Down the mall?" His voice grew lighter as I raised an eyebrow nodding.
"That's the one."
"Good," He then chuckled on his side of the phone pulling me into a more dazed confusion, "because we're here too." My eyes widened in surprise.
"Really?" He hummed in response.
"Did I ever tell you how good you look in plaid babe?" Scrunching my brows together, I looked around confused.
The only way he could know what shirt I was wearing is if he can see me or if Harry told him.
"To your right." My eyes scanned with his words until they set on the blonde Irishmen walking towards me; a playful grin on his lips.
"Niall..." I breathed happily as I lowered the phone from my ear. He tapped his phone away and picked up his longer strides to me.
Soon enough the space between us diminished and his arms had wrapped around my body. I replicated his embrace and hugged him back around the neck as I grinned like an idiot against his neck.
"What are you doing here?" My hands gripped his biceps as we fed off each others smiles.
"Gettin breakfast." He kissed my nose and ran a hand down to lace it with mine. "What about you?"
"With Louis." I looked over to see my friend now observing the small handbags on the other side of the shop. If he wasn't so keen to buy his girlfriend a birthday present than people would probably assume he would gay. They probably do anyway. "Where's Harry?"
Niall smiled softly and glanced down at me.
"Toilet. Told me to meet him at the Coffee Club. You're coming right?"
"Well-"
"(Y/N)!" My eyes dragged back over to Louis to see him gesturing me to come over. With a nod, I tugged Niall who seemed happy enough to walk with me back inside the store. "Which bag? I'm going to get her one but I can't decide."
Bringing a finger on my chin, I looked between the two items before choosing.
"That one." I pointed to the bag on the left. "It's looks better quality and also looks like a well thought out design." Satisfied with the answer, Louis put the other bag back and pulled out his wallet.
Niall's phone rung loud and proud as he snapped it from his pocket.
"Hello? Harry," Louis walked to the front counter and I turned to Niall, wrapping my arms around his torso. His hand played with the ends of my ponytail as I watched strangers enter and leave the shop, "Yeah I'm coming. And I have a little surprise."
Niall threw me a side glance as he nodded.
"See you then." Hanging up, he put his phone away and tugged my hand. "C'mon, Harry's already there." I refused his tug.
"We have to wait for Louis." Niall pouted but complied as we waited a short minute for my friend.
It wasn't long until he came out
"God, I'm praying she'll like this." Louis nervously chewed his bottom lip as he glanced within the bag.
"Babe," Niall tugged my hand which reminded me.
"Oh, Louis, do you wanna join Harry, Niall and I at the Coffee Club?" My friend only smiled softly while shaking his head.
"It's all good. I got what I wanted." So with a short sigh, I embraced Louis in a short goodbye before watching him disappear into the crowd.
Niall's arm then slithered around my waist as he turned us the opposite way and walked us to the Coffee Club where Harry was waiting.
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Mummy Nouis xxx