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an apology for chapter twenty-eight.

chapter thirty-four

N.J.H.
"Ni?"

"Yeah babe?"

"When I come in, can you leave the door unlocked? I seem to have lost my key and today is shitty enough."

"Yeah," I reply, sitting down in the loveseat, "babe are you okay? How was the meeting with your dad?"

"Just a bad day," he sighs, "I'll see you in thirty."

"Love you," I say to try and ease his mood.

"Always," he says lightly before I hear the click of him hanging up. I sigh as well and call Louis right after. The phone rings three times before Louis answers.

"Hello?!" he says hastily, "Niall I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"Wha--"

"Zayn!" he says, "Get your hands off your dick right now!"

I make up my face as Louis chuckles before talking back to me,

"What do you want, tryna pleasure my man here."

"I... nevermind," I say, already knowing the answer to my question, "have fun?"

"Thanks!" he says cheerily before leaving me with my mind, which is slowly becoming filthy as I think of the one way that will make Harry's bad day into something perfect. The first thing that comes to mind is those panties all the way in the back closet. I had left them in the box after that whole thing in his office and, I admit, sometimes I wear them to bed. What can I say, they're growing on me.

I take out the one Harry liked the most (other than the black one); the rosy pink pair that basically blended in with my skin. I figured in order for this plan to work, I'd need to look good for him. I take off my shirt, sweatpants, and boxers, replacing them with the lace article of clothing. I slip my sweatpants back on and head downstairs to wait for my own man to come home.

Meanwhile I turn on my PS4 and plug in my headphones, wanting to play some FIFA15 and just relax for a second and listen to music. It seems as if it's been weeks since I've sat back and even played some music in general. With Harry entering my life, Tiffany leaving my life, and other major factors affecting my everyday living, it seems as if normality had completely vanished from my routine.

I haven't even finished the Q & A section of TFiOS. What a fucking shame. I'm hoping that as I move into a more comfortable state, I can get my life back on track.

•

"Niall?"

The door opens forty minutes later, revealing a frazzled Harry.

"Babe?"

"Today was terrible."

He puts down his things and tugs at his tie in annoyance as he sits down on the couch,

"My dad may actually be the death or me."

I pause my game and crawl into his lap,

"What happened baby?"

"God my father is terribly annoying Niall like you have no fucking idea," he groans, "just because he thinks he can replace my real dad just like that, he's suddenly top dog, the ultimate king."

I nod and kiss his forehead as I undo his tie, taking it from around his neck,

"And he thinks just because he has Tiffany as his little diamond charm on his waist, he's better than me. Who you're dating, or ahem, engaged to, doesn't make you a better person."

"Absolutely," I agree with him almost immediately, "it's nothing like that."

"But, if we were judging by partners," he grabs my bum through my sweatpants and I whimper,

"You'd win."

"Aw, shut it Harry."

"No," he leans up and presses his lips onto mine, "My dad shouldn't be talking shit about Tiffany because she has nothing on you..."

He kisses me harder and I immediately grab the sides of his face, trying to bring us closer than we are. His hands inch back down to my butt and I feel myself getting hard at his touch. His tongue eases into my mouth as the room seems to get hotter with every slow movement we make.

My erection is beginning to become uncomfortable in the pink panties as Harry grabs himself through his jeans,

"I got stuff," he smiles mischievously,

"Huh?" I mutter mindlessly, kissing his mouth lazily.

"Gonna make you feel so so good tonight," he whispers in my ear, nipping at my skin with his teeth harshly. I whine escapes my mouth as I pull away from him. My face is made up as he gives me hickey after hickey. From the bottom of my chin to my hipbone, red marks litter my skin.

"What are you wearing under those sweatpants...hm?" he asks me quietly, gripping my hard on and emitting a groan from the bottom of my throat.

"Why don't you find out?" I lick my lips and send him a wink that has his picking me up and rushing me to the bedroom in a matter of seconds. When he throws me on the bed and grips the band of my sweats, the cold air on my lower quarters that follows makes me shiver. His eyes widen lustfully as he takes a good look at me in those pink panties with the small bow in the center.

"Mother fucking Christ..." I hear him whisper, "dear Jesus Christ, I may commit a few sins tonight."

I rub myself through the thin fabric left pressed against my skin, sitting up and dragging my finger against Harry's lips,

"Be my sin tonight."

"Don't make me too horny baby, unless you want it rough."

"Maybe I do..."

He looks at me with amused eyes,

"You do? You sure?"

"Yep. Do your worst baby, I'm all yours tonight."

"...Be right back."

He leaves the room with a single kiss and I sit in the center of his bed, anticipating whatever is to come. I bite my lip when my fingers accidentally graze my cock, the urge for Harry's return increasing. Soon enough the door opens and I look up excitedly to see Harry holding his tie in his hands.

"Lay down on your back, hands up." he says sternly and I comply, aroused by his sudden change in attitude.

"So obedient..." he whispers as he crawls on top of my body, reaching up to wrap his tie tightly around my wrists.

"Only for you," I say breathlessly as he completely the knot tightly.

"Good boy," he says, "so fucking good for me..."

"That's all I wanted," I whisper, desperate for contact with him.

He kisses my stomach, all the way down to where the lace lays,

"What do you want me to do baby?" he asks me, stroking me lightly. My hips back up to his fingers and I whine loudly, begging for him to take the panties off.

"Oh no," he says seductively, "those ungodly panties are staying, gripping onto that pretty ass until I'm cumming on them."

I but on my lip harshly and nod as he moves them to the side, revealing my cock.

"Wow," he chuckles, "so fucking hard for me."

"Mhm," I nod, raising my hips again for him to do something, "please Harry please..."

"What was that?"

"Let me suck your cock."

"Well, if you insist."

He gets off of me and unbuckles his jeans, pulling down with his boxers. His length springs free from it's restraints and he sits me up firmly, stroking himself in front of me.

"Suck," he demands and I instantly wrap my mouth around him, moving up and down quickly. Harry's gripping my hair before I can even sink down completely, and instead he forces my head down his cock. I take him in with ease, thankful my gag-reflex doesn't exist.

"Fuck..." he groans. It's hard to give him more pleasure, due to my tied hands, but I feel as if the fact that I'm without hands turns him on more. Tears are slipping from my eyes as I begin to thrust on his dick harder, and Harry takes that as a cue to stop me.

"Wanna eat your ass," he picks me up and turns me with my face down in the sheets and my ass up in the air on full display. He removes the lace and I feel the heat from his mouth fill me up. I tug at my bottom lip, utterly aroused by the whole thing. His tongue sinks into my hole and I scream an extremely loud 'fuck' before cumming onto the sheets below me.

"You're cumming already?" Harry smirks as I come down from my high, breathing erratically. I look down at my dick and to my surprise, I'm still hard.

"Shit..."

"C'mere you horny bastard."

He takes the lube from his desk drawer and I see him slather his fingers with it from the corner of my eye. One finger enters and eyes flutter shut as we both moan lowly.

"You're so fucking tight..."

"Your fingers are huge..."

It's the same as it always is after that. He enters finger after finger, my grip on the bedsheets gets tighter and tighter, and my heart pounds more and more with every second Harry spends teasing my asshole.

"Fuck me," I whisper hoarsely, "please Harry fuck me please please--"

"Wow," he says in disbelief, "You're begging me?"

"Yes yes please please!" The fact that I can't reach for my own erection is killing me and I need some kind of contact with it, "I want you to jerk my cock too please Harry."

"Alright baby, alright."

His dick is soon lathered in lube and aligned with my asshole. As he sinks in, I've moved from biting my lip to digging my teeth into the bed. It doesn't hurt at all as he enters, and that only shows me how well my body has adjusted to penetration. I sigh happily as he thrusts and pain doesn't ache my body.

He grasps my shoulders and pushes himself in deeper as I jolt back and forth from the force. The room seems to get lighter with every harsh movement as the only thing I feel is unexplainable bliss. He flips me on my back after pulling out, and begins to fuck me with my legs on his shoulder blades.

"Harry," I whine, "Fuck babe fuck."

Harry looks up at me, his eyes shining green and his thin rosy lips slightly parted. Something about this instant strikes me, and when the words leave my mouth I don't regret it.

"I--I love you."

Harry stops almost immediately and stares down at me with this awestruck happiness,

"You love me?"

"I love you, I do Harry I do..." I stammer. He thrusts one last time and leans up to kiss me,

"I love you too."

He grabs me and strokes stridently until I'm cumming again, but in spirals on Harry's chest. He bites his lip and turns me around on all fours again,

"Gonna cum on your fucking pink panties."

I look behind me and see him stroking himself until his spurting onto the panties. I sigh in relief as I see my hard on slowly descending back to the way it's supposed to be; limp as hell.

"Told you," he chuckles as soon as he's relieved, "not taking them off until I cum on them."

•

"You said it?"

I sit on Harry's bed, already dressed from the long and passionate shower we had. I'm wearing my once discarded boxers and one of his Packers t-shirts. The obsession is frightening, but the t-shirts are comfortable, so I deal with it. After I was relaxed and such, I decided to call Louis before Harry comes in from the bathroom.

"Niall? You there?"

"I mean...yeah, I did."

"Why?"

"I dunno," I sigh and switch hands, "I felt it, you know? Even though it's gonna be like four months since we've started dating next year, I don't think it matters when I say it. What happened in that moment wasn't going to happen again. Something took me over, and honestly, I don't think there's a limit on love."

"Three months isn't too soon you think?" he asks me again.

"When you know, you know," I finish, "It may be too soon, but I knew. Like with you Louis, I knew we were gonna be friends for life when I gave you my trust, and look where we are."

"It was like that?"

"It was."

"...Well okay Niall, I'm trusting your judgement."

"Thank you. Now go sleep, it's like two in the morning," I scold him teasingly.

"I should tell you the same thing, but I know you're post sex so..." he laughs.

"You are too!"

"I'm post blow-job you idiot! Goodnight!"

He hangs up the phone and I throw my own device to the side with a smile,

"You...felt it?"

I'm startled by Harry's sudden entrance. He has on boxers as well, but refrained from putting on a shirt.

"Hello Mr. Hunky Gorgeous Scare the Shit Out of Me," I smile sarcastically, "Were you eavesdropping?"

"Maybe," Harry sing-songs, jumping into bed with me, "I was walking in, and I couldn't help but listen."

"Whatever," I yawn, stretching my arms up, "Nosy butt."

"Love you."

"Bleh potato potato."

"That...nevermind."

I peck his nose and giggle,

"Love you too."

He hums and kisses my swollen lips before pulling his phone from his boxers.

"Unsanitary," I say, pretending to be appalled.

"You sucked it," he comebacks with a wink, "you hungry?"

"Yeah, for pizza."

"Okay."

"Wait--this late?"

He shrugs and dials the number,

"I know a 24 hour pizza place."