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."
"I get it, Harry. I didn't think it was. I guess it's kind of my fault for thinking so badly of you. I had fun too. The whole thing," I smiled softly.
He returned my smile, before standing up and heading towards the ladder to climb down, allowing me to follow him down swiftly. I tried to ignore the burn from what had just happened, moving as normally as I could to stop Harry from seeing how I was feeling.
Once I reached the bottom, I looked back up at it, wondering how Harry could remember this place so clearly when I myself had pretty much forgotten its existence.
I felt Harry's eyes on me, causing me to turn and look at him. I immediately caught sight of the familiar grin on his face and if the lighting was better, I knew I would be able to see the shimmering of his green eyes.
"I hope you don't mind that we just fucked on our childhood," he smirked, his comment drawing an amused laugh from me.
"Not at all," I grinned, because there was no need for me to complain about it.
"Look, I don't want another reason for your parents to hate me, so I really need to take you home now," he said, his smile dropping for a fraction of a second, before he smiled again.
I nodded, following him toward the car and getting in beside him, the dark tree soon fading from my view.
~
I wasn't particularly looking forward to seeing Jade after my date with Harry. I knew for a fact that she would ask what had happened, which would lead to the topic of us having sex, which would prove that once again, Jade was right.
But I had to admit that when she wasn't talking about mine and Harry's sex life, she actually had good advice. Not that I needed advice from her this time, as I was perfectly sure that I could figure this out myself. It still felt nice to have someone like her there to talk about Harry with.
So when I saw her, I wasn't surprised to say that mine and Harry's date was the first thing she wanted to talk about.
"How was it?" she asked, sinking onto her couch, leaving enough space for me to sit down next to her.
"It was...great," I said, trying not to give too much away.
"Just great?" she raised her eyebrow.
"So much better than that," I sighed. "As if the Harry I used to know never existed. I felt like I was in one of those stupid romance movies. Kinda cliche but I liked it," I blushed.
"You fucked, didn't you?" she grinned, sitting up straight and looking at me with wide eyes.
"What makes you say that?" I asked, hoping that my tone didn't give away what Jade already knew.
"You're blushing. So it's true?"
"Well...yeah. But it wasn't even the best part. It was amazing, obviously...but it wasn't the only good thing. He just-- he just knows how to make me feel special but he does it in a way that doesn't seem like he tried," I admitted, ashamed at how cheesy I sounded.
"Wow. This makes me feel like a shitty girlfriend," she sighed.
"Having issues with Perrie?" I frowned at her.
"Course not. We're great. Fantastic. I was talking about me and you. Honestly, if Harry's making you feel all this then I guess I need to step up my game," she huffed, drawing an amused laugh from me.
"Of course. If I were to fuck a girl, it definitely wouldn't be you," I commented, causing Jade to scoff.
"Please, Niall. What other girls do you know that are hotter than me?"
"I don't choose who I date based on what they look like."
"Which explains your boyfriend," she rolled her eyes.
Okay, maybe what she said was partially true. I mean, my relationship to Harry prior to now was based purely on physical attraction, but the way things were heading now, Harry's appearance had almost no importance to how I was feeling.
~
"How the fuck was I supposed to know that?" Louis whined, trailing behind me.
"We've been learning about it for months. Honestly, do you ever listen?" I rolled my eyes, my locker being too far away for my liking.
"I don't have the need. That's what I've got you for," he grinned, shoving my shoulder lightly.
"You're not looking at my notes, Louis. Go ask Leigh-Anne."
"I hate using her notes, they're always so messy and never make any sense. You colour code everything," he continued.
"Look, Harry's waiting for me. I'll see you later," I muttered.
"Okay, fine. Run to find your boyfriend. I had you first, Ni," he called out, faking a pout.
"Shut up, Louis," I rolled my eyes but grinned nonetheless.
I walked away from him, towards Harry's locker, the place he had asked me to meet him the last time I had seen him. Of course, I didn't think anything of it, considering the two of us were in that stage of our relationship that made us want to spend as much time together as possible.
He was leaned against his locker, scrolling through his phone mindlessly. He didn't seem too interested in what he was looking at, which was confirmed when he noticed me and locked his phone immediately.
"What did you want?" I asked, leaning against the locker beside him.
"I realised I forgot to do something at our date," he murmured, moving to stand in front of me, his hands moving to hold onto my hips.
"And that is?" I asked, gazing up into his eyes curiously.
"I never officially asked you to be my boyfriend. Don't want you worrying that I've forgotten about you, right?" he teased.
"Shut up. That makes me sound like a clingy girlfriend," I murmured and felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment.
Stupid Louis.
"I don't mind. I think it's cute," he grinned.
"So, do you want to be my boyfriend?" he asked after I had fallen silent.
"What if I wanted to ask you?" I questioned him, raising my eyebrow curiously.
"Because I know it would take you a longer time to actually get the courage to ask me and I don't know about you but I'm getting tired of being in this in between stage."
"Then yes, I do want to be your boyfriend," I rolled my eyes.
"Perfect," he grinned, leaning down to kiss me lightly. I always thought that those affectionate couples were annoying but now that I was in that position, I didn't want to complain. That is, until I noticed the crowd of people around us.
"People are staring," I muttered once he pulled away, immediately becoming aware of the looks we were receiving.
"Let them look. I'm not exactly ashamed to be in this position, am I?"
"It's not you I'm worried about. It's your group of little followers that probably hate me right now."
"They haven't given you trouble, have they?"
"Nothing I can't handle. I think they got the message."
"Good because I like you loads better than any of them."