Third Person's POV

Niall was that kind of person who had this aura around him that screamed innocent. From his mystifyingly cerulean eyes to his pale complexion and faux blonde hair. He was what people would label as, adorable.

Harry was polar opposite of Niall. He wore pants that would be better of described as leggings, mostly accompanied by black loose fitting shirts that were further rolled up to his shoulders. He had his curly hair styled into a somewhat quiff, basically people found it better to steer clear from him.

The two were a weird combination but they completed each other. The spike that Niall was missing was found in Harry, and vice versa. In a way they were like the all too clichéd 'two hearts finally colliding thing'.

What happened inside their lives, was entirely different.

Niall was the jealous, protective, and possessive one, not Harry. If someone so as much gave Harry a look, Niall wouldn't hesitate to make a scene.

Niall was sat on the couch watching some show that he wasn't even focused on when all of a sudden, Harry plopped down on his lap.

"Oof! Ow, Harry." Niall grumbled halfheartedly.

"Hi!" Harry greeted him over excitedly as he gave him the look, that look where he's full on smiling, dimples and all, and his eyes glinting with known adoration towards none other than Niall.

Niall just couldn't help but coo at that. He wished people would see who's the adorable one out of the couple because it's definitely Harry. Not him.

"Hello baby, what have you been up to?" Niall asked as Harry fussed around trying to fixate his position on Niall's lap. He ended up with his long legs wrapped around Niall's waist as he straddled him. Harry has mentioned a dozen times before how much he loved sitting on Niall's lap. The blond never asked for the reason because he secretly loved it as well, it was just so, right. Like Harry belonged right there in his arms, nowhere else.

"Have been hanging round with Zayn s'all, you?" Niall's blood boiled at the mention of Zayn's name. He hated it, absolutely despised it, when Harry hung out with the Pakistani lad. He just felt like Zayn had the hots for Harry, and Niall, being insecure enough as he is, is being irrational.

"Why Zayn?" Niall pressed on.

"Umm, because he's my best friend. He wanted to show me his new girlfriend, Niall."

"New girlfriend?" Niall questioned shocked.

"Yes." Harry smirked.

"Oh." Niall's cheeks darkened at the sudden revelation.

"Ni, are you jealous?" Harry sang, full on smiling.

"What. No. Of course not. Psht, me? Jealous? Naw." Niall immediately denied.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Harry replied cheekily.

"Oh c'mere you." Niall proclaimed as Harry squeaked in surprise when Niall pinned him down and hastily attached their lips.

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"Niall, I want to cuddle." Harry whined unabashedly.

"Harry, the derby game is on, shut the fuck up." Niall snapped.

"But I miss you." Harry pouted sinfully, and Niall almost caved in, keyword being almost.

"Fine, I'll just sleep." Harry grumbled as he got up to leave disheartened.

Just as he was about to go up the stairs, he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and slammed into the wall, immediately finding himself trapped between it and Niall's warm body.

"Where do you think you're going curly?" Niall asked as he nibbled on Harry's earlobe, making the latter let out an involuntary moan. He couldn't really stop it if he tried, well because it's Niall.

"Go back to watching your game, Niall." Harry muttered, but then he moaned loudly this time as Niall sucked on the skin above his right collar bone, on his sensitive spot.

"Answer me." Niall growled, and Harry went weak in the knees at that.

"S-sleep." He stuttered pathetically.

"Ah ah ah, Harry. You're not sleeping anytime soon." Niall tapped Harry's thigh twice, silently telling him to hop up, and that's exactly what he did.

Niall pulled them away from the wall for a mere second before slamming Harry's body into it again, rubbing his hardening cock onto Harry's full hard-on. It made both boys moan and groan at the intense pleasure such a tiny movement created.

"Fuck, Harry." Niall cursed as teeth clashed and tongues danced together in a fierce tango. It was one of their heaviest make-out sessions yet, and they were both running out of breath sooner than they would've liked.

Harry pulled away for a minute, resting his head back against the wall, before Niall grabbed him by his hair and pulled him down for another snogging session.

"Mhm, Niall." Harry mumbled between nicks and bites down Niall's bottom lip. Niall let out an inhuman sound as he pushed Harry further into the wall and bit harshly on his lip. This lasted for about another fifteen minutes before Niall dropped Harry down, not so gently, with a last suck on his lip.

"You. Me. Room. Now. I'll fuck you on the carpet for all I care."

They did.

A/N~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A break from all the previous angst, whaddya think?

This was requested by @a_kapadia07 hope you liked it! x

Sorry this took forever, I had it written, I just couldn't post it.

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