niall

My friends' squealing brings Harry and I out of our singular trance. It seems as if they've spotted Zayn and Kendall as well. I turn my attention away from Harry and walk away, following Rose, Ashley, and Derek over to Zayn. The situation is already out of control; my friends have finally seen Harry and I together, and we're not even talking.

I try not to look back as Harry is dragged to where the paparazzi are standing waiting to take pictures of 'The Hottest Couple on the Scene'. He's smiling, she's smiling, and everyone already seems to be having a great time, except for me.

"I--oh god," she breathes, "hi, I'm Rose. Huge, huge fan."

"Hey," Zayn is chilled out as he smiles at the four of us, "you're Harry's guests?"

"That's right," she grins.

"And you're Niall?" He looks over to me, a particularly smug look on his face now. Suddenly I'm torn down from slightly confident to completely timid. I nod, running a shaking hand through my hair and he chuckles.

"I've heard a lot about you," he continues, and it didn't occur to me until then, that Harry and Zayn are probably best friends. Harry probably pulled one of the most amateur fuckboy moves, and told his friend who he fucked. Of course; thanks Harry.

"I hope that's a good thing," I whisper.

RELEASE PARTY
9:30 PM

It's been an hour and a half since the album release party started. I've barely seen Harry's face since our arrival time. Maybe it's a good thing, but it's not like I've danced and had fun with my friends at all tonight. Every time I move, my attention shifts right back to Harry. I might as well sit down if every sway of my hips is to hopefully lure him.

And it's not that I can't find him; I know exactly where he is. He's sitting at the bar, his soft monster hands on Kendall's thigh, his beauteous green gems for eyes looking into hers just as he did with me.

It's not fair; why did I have to be the doormat?

I make a full rotation, looking over at my friends. At least they're having fun. A majority of the reason why I even came with them after figuring out about Kendall was that, well, they were too excited for me to just say 'Hey I'm not going because Kendall Jenner is'. That just wouldn't be fair.

"Niall?"

And per usual, being fair is what I'm all about.

"Niall..."

"Hm?" I look up, unsure of who's trying to get my attention until I meet with Harry's godforsaken emeralds. I cock my head to the side, surprised and alarmed to see Kendall talking to another girl.

"Harry..."

"Can we talk?"

He holds his arm out, and I take it reluctantly. Harry leads us to the restroom, flipping down the 'Out of Order' sign, shutting the door and locking it behind him. He heads towards the back, and to my continuous shock there's another door opening to what looks like a lounge. He holds his arm out and I follow behind him. As soon as I'm inside, I fold my arms, waiting for his explanation. This should be good.

"Look," he says, shutting the door private lounge behind him, "I've been wanting to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you--"

"Niall, she's a lesbian."

My eyes widen as I look at him. Don't tell me I've been freaking out this entire time, for a lesbian.

"Yeah," he nods, "not that you would have listened, but she's a lesbian."

"Oh--oh my god," I groan, slamming my fists on the wall opposite of him, "Harry I was about to claw her throat out with my teeth and she's gay too?!"

"I'm sorry I never had the chance to tell you before tonight," he apologizes again and my face falls as I look at him, "but my schedule didn't allow me the time, and when I did try to call you back--"

"I didn't answer," I whisper, "This entire night could have been better if I wasn't so jealous."

"Well, I like the way you wear jealous," he says with an endearing smirk, "I don't ever want to see you take it off."

It relieves me that Harry is in fact still dedicated to me and only me, but I hate the fact that he waited until now. He had the entire night to pull me aside. Why now?

"She still irks me..." I mutter.

"Mhm, but you know," he suddenly chuckles, "you've been seriously naughty tonight."

"With good cause!" I begin to protest, but Harry grabbing my wrists and pinning them beside me shuts me up otherwise.

"This can't go unpunished baby," he mumbles in my ear, "so how about you turn around and slip those jeans down for Daddy, yes?"

Oh my god.

"There's limited space in here Harry..."

"We'll use what we have." he whispers, "Jeans. Off. Now."

I nod frantically, turning around and reaching for my zipper. I fumble a bit, considering I'm still tipsy from the unnecessary drinking, but I feel Harry's hands reach over to help with the process.

Soon my jeans are slipping off of my legs and Harry's hands move from my hips right to my ass.

"God, look at you," he whispers, "how could you think I'd want Kendall over you?"

I bite my lip, feeling my previously soft member becoming harder the longer he touches me.

"I'm gonna spank you."

"What."

"This is a punishment," he reminds me, "so, five for being rude, and five because your ass has never been spanked, and I'm not wasting this moment."

"I mean, okay but--"

The first smack landed and I gasp, my face mushed against the wall as Harry rubs the area he hit.

"So so soft," he whispers, "you feel this Niall?"

He presses his boner to my ass, pushing farther and causing to moan under my breath. I decide to address him properly, with the name I always loved to use other than 'Harry'.

"Yes Daddy."

"Good, because you're going to get fucked so hard, you won't remember your own name."

He drags the panties down to right below my butt, and continues to smack down on my asscheeks. I don't feel any pain as he does it, but pure ecstasy fills me to the brim as he slaps me. It's just so fucking sexy, and I don't know why, but I don't care; I love it.

When he's done, my mood somewhat falls, but when I feel his pulsing cock teasing me at the tip of my asshole, I'm right back to where I was; antsy.

"Ha-Daddy please," I beg, trying to push down on him as my boner becomes more and more irritable, "I want you so bad, I want you to fuck me right now."

"Mmm I know baby girl I know," he whispers, "I just wanna make sure you and that perfect ass of yours are ready."

He pulls away and I whine louder than I expected to, earning another slap.

"Fuck!" I moan, gripping onto my length. It's becoming too much for me to handle. Not long after, I feel the heat of his mouth against my hole and bite my lip harshly, probably causing it to bleed. His tongue sinks deep inside of me and my mouth falls open, sounds of pure utmost pleasure the only thing I can possibly utter.

He continues like this, dragging the pleasure further and further until it's so riveting, it's unbearable.

"Are you ready now?" he asks, and I nod my head desperately. I hear the buckle of his belt being undone and when it falls to the floor I practically push my bum out towards him.

"Please Daddy..." I beg, and I don't have to turn around to know he's grinning.

"Alright," he says, "I think you're ready."

I nod and nod until I feel his pulsing cock pushing at my entrance. It's familiar and I'm falling prey to him all over again. He just needs to fucking snap his fingers and...well not much needs to happen after that.

He grips my shoulder with his right hand as he pushes in, but he's too slow and I need more than what he's giving me. I shove him down on the ground quickly, and he contorts his face, confused until I straddle him.

"Sorry," I mutter, sinking down onto him, "I can't take your slow pace."

"Oh no," he bites his lip and grins, lust overriding the both of us, "I'm perfectly fine with this."

"Good," I mutter, bouncing up and down on his dick, "because you didn't have a choi--uh-fuck--"

"Fuck Niall." He's groaning louder than I am, and I'm positive someone can hear us but I'm too horny to care. I grasp his thighs and drive myself down harder onto him.

Sweat drips down my forehead and onto my t-shirt, and Harry reaches up to grab the bar that is inconveniently near the floor. He pulls himself to sit upright and cradle me as I ride him.

"You know something," he pants, "I'm gonna cum."

"Already?" I chuckle, exhausting as I feel myself ironically coming to my peak as well.

"Mhm," his teeth press down onto my lips, "but trust me; I can go all night."

THE VENUE BATHROOM

11:37 PM

"God," Harry gasps, falling next to me after he's finally tired himself out, "I--"

"No...no comment," I respond for him, "right?"

"Right."

We lay on the ground of the lounge, waiting for someone to say what to do next.

"Is this it?" I decide to throw the curve-ball, "is this all we're going to be?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are we gonna be just...sex?" I continue, sitting up and grabbing my undergarments. He snatches my underwear from me and sends me a cheeky wink. I glare at him, continuing my rant.

"I mean, that's all we've done. We meet, we have sex. We meet again, we have more sex. You pick me up from school, and we have sex in your car. I love it, but I guess I just want...more? You haven't even taken me on a proper date yet..."

"I--I wasn't sure if you wanted that Ni..."

"What?!" I exclaim, "Of course I do!"

"Our miscommunication is bad..." Harry mumbles as he pulls his black skinnies up and over his thick thighs. I try not to drool as he bends over and grabs my panties. I roll my eyes as he smirks, looking at them.

"And we need to fix that," I say, picking up my jeans, "can I have those back?"

"Can I keep them?" He grins, and I give him an exasperated look.

"Please?" He begs, and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. What are you gonna do with them anyway?"

"Keep them," he grins, scooping me in his arms and biting my lower lip, "duh."

"Gross," I mutter, "I know I'm hot, but really? My panties?"

"It's sexy," he whispers, kissing me smoothly, "trust me."

"I don't."

"I know."

I sigh, resting my head on his chest as he hums a song in my ear. He's so annoying, but I just want to be around him more and more with every day that passes.

What am I going to do when he's on tour outside of the UK? Or worse, when his management decides to intervene more?

"When my management figures us out," he whispers, as if he's reading my mind, "you're gonna be there with me when I demand you stay, or I go, deal?"

"Mmm," I hum with a smile, knowing I have nothing to worry about, "deal."

"Back to my place?"

"So soon? I thought you A-Lister celebrities party until the early morning hours. I'm sure Beyoncé hasn't even shown up."

"Funny," Harry rolls his eyes, cradling me tighter, "though, I didn't really wanna come anyway, if we're going to be lucid. I only did it for you."

a bit on the short side, but contrary to belief, this party wasn't that important to the plot.