Yes, Harry felt how the alcohol made miracles with his body. He dared more, and he dared to talk about what he thought about. In the fog he saw Niall, that Irishman who attracted. Harry had for years done nothing but tried to get Niall to understand. Still, Niall seemed so naive and he didn't seemed to understand that a guy could be attracted to another guy.
"Stop dreaming!"
Louis was perhaps jealous? Harry and he had tried, but in the end they had realized that they were just friends. Yet Louis was always there and he had comments on everything as Harry was attracted to.
"I just look!" Harry mumbled hoarsely, and he didn't let Niall go with his eyes. Louis rolled his eyes, as so many times before.
"But come on!" he exclaimed, as if he knew everything. "Niall isn't gay and you should stop pining after him."
Louis was perhaps jealous? Harry and he had tried, but in the end they had realized that they were just friends. Yet Louis was always there and he had comments on everything as Harry was attracted to.
"I just look!" Harry mumbled hoarsely, and he didn't let Niall go with his eyes. Louis rolled his eyes, as so many times before.
"But come on!" he exclaimed, as if he knew everything. "Niall isn't gay and you should stop pining after him."
Just for this evening, Harry didn't want to listening to good advice. They were in a pub, somewhere in the world and everyone was gathered in there. Harry had actually looking forward to this evening and he knew he would get the opportunity to be close to Niall, although the Irishman didn't understand.
"I just look at him!"
Harry heard how he growled out the words and actually it sounded more like he was lying. Louis drank up le last of his beer and then he stood up.
"I'll just go to the bar. Don't do anything you'll regret."
Harry looked up at him and he sighed.
"I regret you, Lou?" okay, it was a blow below the belt, but Harry wasn't in the mood to suck up to a former boyfriend. Louis's eyes sparkled and Harry knew that words really was hurting.
"I just look at him!"
Harry heard how he growled out the words and actually it sounded more like he was lying. Louis drank up le last of his beer and then he stood up.
"I'll just go to the bar. Don't do anything you'll regret."
Harry looked up at him and he sighed.
"I regret you, Lou?" okay, it was a blow below the belt, but Harry wasn't in the mood to suck up to a former boyfriend. Louis's eyes sparkled and Harry knew that words really was hurting.
Niall was just totally delicious to look at. Harry was drawn to him and he wanted to be close to the blonde guy with the blue eyes, with the nice ass and with the perfect body. It was as if he went over to him in a trance and when Niall saw Harry, he smiled wide, as if he were still unaware.
"How is it?" the Irishman got up and he certainly saw that Harry was affected. "You should calm down with the alcohol?"
Harry just smiled wide and took his arm around Nialls shoulders, straight in front of those as Niall was talking to and actually it felt right to do so.
"I'll be fine!" he murmured cloudy. "So what are you talking about?"
Niall laughed a little bit and Harry felt Nialls arm slid around his waist. A perfect gesture to do just this evening.
"We talk about music."
Harry rolled his eyes and tried to think clearly.
"Boring!"
Niall just smiled and he was certainly amused.
"We always talk music?"
Harry looked at him and he cocked his head slightly askew, just like that, so that Niall knew it was a special moment.
"Can't we just talk about something else, something more interesting?"
Niall wasn't surprised. He nodded his head a little bit.
"So Harold, what do you want to talk about?"
Harry smiled and he already knew the answer.
"About you!"
Niall become quiet and Harry noted that he almost blushed. It was as if Niall wasn't ready to talk about him.
"About me?"
Harry nodded with satisfaction. The others started to walk away. Maybe they thought Harry would talk nonsense, or perhaps they felt discomfort? Harry didn't care.
"Yes Nialler!" he whispered hoarsely. "We can talk about you, about how you feel and how your life is right now. What are you missing in your life?"
Niall wanted to let his arm dropped away from Harry, but Harry held him tight. He didn't want to let go of this perfect guy and he didn't want to leave him, just because Niall was uncertain.
"I have everything I need."
Harry disagreed.
"You are alone!" he therefore developed. "You are like me, a lonely soul who want more and I know that you don't have a partner, someone to love and someone to hug when darkness falls."
Niall hesitated. Harry saw how he pondered over the words and perhaps he now surmised? Harry wanted that Niall would know and he wanted that Niall would understand. It wasn't easy to get along with a perfect guy, at least not when he had no idea about feelings.
"You are too good to be alone." Harry continued content. "You're such a guy as everyone want and you can get whoever you want in this room, to fall for you."
Niall came up with an uncertain smile. He eased a bit on the grip around Harry's body and he pulled with the other hand in his own sweater, as he always did when he was nervous.
"And you can also get whoever you want in the room?"
Harry laughed. Truth wasn't that simple.
"No Nialler, I absolutely can't choose who I want because I want that person to understand that I want that person before I talk with that person and I have feelings."
Niall frowned.
"But tell him or her something about that?"
Harry was grateful to Niall knew that Harry was bisexual. It made things a lot easier.
"Do you think I should do that?"
Niall nodded uncertainly. Now they were almost alone in that dark corner. Nialls lips were so attractive and full Niall was like a temple, atleast for Harry.
"Why not?"
Harry gathered the courage.
"Niall, maybe he wont like my words."
Niall swallowed.
"He?"
Harry nodded.
"Yes, and he may not be ready to get the truth out from me. Would you be ready?"
Again doubt. Niall didn't know what to reply. He was still there, standing still, and maybe he realized that this was that special evening as would only occur?
"Harold, I'm the wrong person to talk about such things."
"How is it?" the Irishman got up and he certainly saw that Harry was affected. "You should calm down with the alcohol?"
Harry just smiled wide and took his arm around Nialls shoulders, straight in front of those as Niall was talking to and actually it felt right to do so.
"I'll be fine!" he murmured cloudy. "So what are you talking about?"
Niall laughed a little bit and Harry felt Nialls arm slid around his waist. A perfect gesture to do just this evening.
"We talk about music."
Harry rolled his eyes and tried to think clearly.
"Boring!"
Niall just smiled and he was certainly amused.
"We always talk music?"
Harry looked at him and he cocked his head slightly askew, just like that, so that Niall knew it was a special moment.
"Can't we just talk about something else, something more interesting?"
Niall wasn't surprised. He nodded his head a little bit.
"So Harold, what do you want to talk about?"
Harry smiled and he already knew the answer.
"About you!"
Niall become quiet and Harry noted that he almost blushed. It was as if Niall wasn't ready to talk about him.
"About me?"
Harry nodded with satisfaction. The others started to walk away. Maybe they thought Harry would talk nonsense, or perhaps they felt discomfort? Harry didn't care.
"Yes Nialler!" he whispered hoarsely. "We can talk about you, about how you feel and how your life is right now. What are you missing in your life?"
Niall wanted to let his arm dropped away from Harry, but Harry held him tight. He didn't want to let go of this perfect guy and he didn't want to leave him, just because Niall was uncertain.
"I have everything I need."
Harry disagreed.
"You are alone!" he therefore developed. "You are like me, a lonely soul who want more and I know that you don't have a partner, someone to love and someone to hug when darkness falls."
Niall hesitated. Harry saw how he pondered over the words and perhaps he now surmised? Harry wanted that Niall would know and he wanted that Niall would understand. It wasn't easy to get along with a perfect guy, at least not when he had no idea about feelings.
"You are too good to be alone." Harry continued content. "You're such a guy as everyone want and you can get whoever you want in this room, to fall for you."
Niall came up with an uncertain smile. He eased a bit on the grip around Harry's body and he pulled with the other hand in his own sweater, as he always did when he was nervous.
"And you can also get whoever you want in the room?"
Harry laughed. Truth wasn't that simple.
"No Nialler, I absolutely can't choose who I want because I want that person to understand that I want that person before I talk with that person and I have feelings."
Niall frowned.
"But tell him or her something about that?"
Harry was grateful to Niall knew that Harry was bisexual. It made things a lot easier.
"Do you think I should do that?"
Niall nodded uncertainly. Now they were almost alone in that dark corner. Nialls lips were so attractive and full Niall was like a temple, atleast for Harry.
"Why not?"
Harry gathered the courage.
"Niall, maybe he wont like my words."
Niall swallowed.
"He?"
Harry nodded.
"Yes, and he may not be ready to get the truth out from me. Would you be ready?"
Again doubt. Niall didn't know what to reply. He was still there, standing still, and maybe he realized that this was that special evening as would only occur?
"Harold, I'm the wrong person to talk about such things."
Harry managed to get Niall into the corner and eventually landed Nialls back against the wall. Harry released him, spun around so that they stood with the faces toward each other and he raised his hands against the wall, on each side of Nialls head.
"So tell me, Niall, what should I say to him?"
Niall breathing heavily. Harry felt that he influenced the Irishman, more than what was possible on the basis of what Harry had expected.
"Tell the truth?"
Harry felt his stomach tingled. He looked down at Nialls lovely lips. They were like a line on Nialls face.
"The truth is too difficult to admit!"
Some of Nialls chest hair sticking up from the shirt. Harry looked down at his hair as he had so many times wanted to caress, right there, across the chest, over the little bush with hair. It was attractive, it was hot and it was so exciting.
"Harry?" Niall whispered with a shaky voice. "What is it you want to say?"
Harry looked up and he looked into the blue eyes again. Yes, what was it he wanted to tell the Irishman?
"So many things as you don't know about."
Niall swallowed. He seemed to understand. Perhaps he sensed? Harry pondered over the choices as lay before them. No one noticed them and what happened in that dark corner, would be their secret.
"I so want to kiss you."
Niall were almost out of breath.
"Are you serious?"
Harry leaned closer to him. Nialls aromas surrounded them and it felt as if this was the right thing to do. Their faces were so close together. Harry could feel Niall breathed and it was wonderful to stand there, in the darkness, and knowing that maybe it could happen.
"I'm always serious when it comes to kissing, fucking session and feelings."
Niall groaned quietly.
"But ...!"
Harry smiled awry. He let a hand slide down over Nialls clothes over his chest and down to his pants. Harry let his fingers grasp around Nialls waistband and he kept his hand firmly still down there.
"All the times I've been touched you down there, on your body and hugged you. All those times I wanted to have more Niall." Harry whispered hoarsely out the words. "Only a few fans have understood and few people see how I want this. I want you!"
Niall stood still. He was stiff all over and he wasn't ready, or was he? Harry let his fingers slide into the pants, long enough in order to feel the glans of Nialls hard part. He smiled at the thought that Niall was horny, maybe it was because of Harry? Niall groaned but he didn't resist.
"Harry, we are friends, like brothers."
Harry fingered on the top of that wonderful thing that was standing between Nialls legs. He felt a drop of cum came out and that was all that was needed. Niall was well aware of what would happen, but the question remained whether he was ready.
"Even friends are falling for each other."
Okay, that was a silly comment. Yet Harry continued. Further down with his hand, and finally, he had the whole palm over Nialls dick. It was standing straight up and it was small enough to fit into Harry's hand. Niall groaned lightly and he parted his lips.
"We shouldn't...?"
Harry grabbed it. Slowly he brought his hand down across the hard part, down to the root and then up again.
"Maybe not, but I want!"
Niall leaned against the wall. In the faint light Harry saw how red Nialls cheeks was and he felt how the Irishman was now on his way to give up. Slow up, slow down! Slowly increase the speed and in the end it was as if Niall understood. They couldn't stop the fate. Harry leaned forward and their lips met. A kiss, which slowly turned into something more. A kiss as Harry had long wanted to have, keep, capture, experience.
"So tell me, Niall, what should I say to him?"
Niall breathing heavily. Harry felt that he influenced the Irishman, more than what was possible on the basis of what Harry had expected.
"Tell the truth?"
Harry felt his stomach tingled. He looked down at Nialls lovely lips. They were like a line on Nialls face.
"The truth is too difficult to admit!"
Some of Nialls chest hair sticking up from the shirt. Harry looked down at his hair as he had so many times wanted to caress, right there, across the chest, over the little bush with hair. It was attractive, it was hot and it was so exciting.
"Harry?" Niall whispered with a shaky voice. "What is it you want to say?"
Harry looked up and he looked into the blue eyes again. Yes, what was it he wanted to tell the Irishman?
"So many things as you don't know about."
Niall swallowed. He seemed to understand. Perhaps he sensed? Harry pondered over the choices as lay before them. No one noticed them and what happened in that dark corner, would be their secret.
"I so want to kiss you."
Niall were almost out of breath.
"Are you serious?"
Harry leaned closer to him. Nialls aromas surrounded them and it felt as if this was the right thing to do. Their faces were so close together. Harry could feel Niall breathed and it was wonderful to stand there, in the darkness, and knowing that maybe it could happen.
"I'm always serious when it comes to kissing, fucking session and feelings."
Niall groaned quietly.
"But ...!"
Harry smiled awry. He let a hand slide down over Nialls clothes over his chest and down to his pants. Harry let his fingers grasp around Nialls waistband and he kept his hand firmly still down there.
"All the times I've been touched you down there, on your body and hugged you. All those times I wanted to have more Niall." Harry whispered hoarsely out the words. "Only a few fans have understood and few people see how I want this. I want you!"
Niall stood still. He was stiff all over and he wasn't ready, or was he? Harry let his fingers slide into the pants, long enough in order to feel the glans of Nialls hard part. He smiled at the thought that Niall was horny, maybe it was because of Harry? Niall groaned but he didn't resist.
"Harry, we are friends, like brothers."
Harry fingered on the top of that wonderful thing that was standing between Nialls legs. He felt a drop of cum came out and that was all that was needed. Niall was well aware of what would happen, but the question remained whether he was ready.
"Even friends are falling for each other."
Okay, that was a silly comment. Yet Harry continued. Further down with his hand, and finally, he had the whole palm over Nialls dick. It was standing straight up and it was small enough to fit into Harry's hand. Niall groaned lightly and he parted his lips.
"We shouldn't...?"
Harry grabbed it. Slowly he brought his hand down across the hard part, down to the root and then up again.
"Maybe not, but I want!"
Niall leaned against the wall. In the faint light Harry saw how red Nialls cheeks was and he felt how the Irishman was now on his way to give up. Slow up, slow down! Slowly increase the speed and in the end it was as if Niall understood. They couldn't stop the fate. Harry leaned forward and their lips met. A kiss, which slowly turned into something more. A kiss as Harry had long wanted to have, keep, capture, experience.
Niall took his arms around Harry's neck. Harry pulled down Nialls fly and he opened up so that it was just to continue. Quick jerks up and down. Niall loved it. He moaned quietly, just because no one would notice what happened. It was so forbidden, yet so perfect.
"I'm coming!"
Niall ended the kiss and he made grimaces. Harry wanted it to happen. He wanted to see Niall enjoy and he wanted to see Niall drop all barriers that existed.
"Come for me!"
Niall pressed his face against Harry's neck. He shook and he whimpered. Harry took his hand quickly up and down and he felt how Nialls whole body was buckled and he was ready. Harry kissed Nialla neck, and all the skin as he could reach. He brought his hand so perfectly over the hard part and in the end it was as if Niall almost disappeared into the fog. He came. Harry could feel them cum all over his hand and Niall shook by it all.
Niall ended the kiss and he made grimaces. Harry wanted it to happen. He wanted to see Niall enjoy and he wanted to see Niall drop all barriers that existed.
"Come for me!"
Niall pressed his face against Harry's neck. He shook and he whimpered. Harry took his hand quickly up and down and he felt how Nialls whole body was buckled and he was ready. Harry kissed Nialla neck, and all the skin as he could reach. He brought his hand so perfectly over the hard part and in the end it was as if Niall almost disappeared into the fog. He came. Harry could feel them cum all over his hand and Niall shook by it all.
Harry was surprised when Niall quickly undid Harry's fly and pulled out his bigger hardness. Harry raised both hands against the wall and he felt Niall hand took hold and he really wanted to do the same for Harry.
"Our secret!" Niall whispered. He smiled a little bit when he saw that his hand did miracles. Harry closed his eyes and he leaned his face to Nialls cheek.
"This isn't the last time that I touch you."
Niall just smiled.
"I know!"
Harry loved it. He bit Nialls skin, just to not moan straight out. He felt Niall that perfect jerked him off and it was as if they almost had sex.
"Do you like it?"
Harry smiled.
"More than you can imagine." he moaned out. "Damn Niall, you're mine!"
"Our secret!" Niall whispered. He smiled a little bit when he saw that his hand did miracles. Harry closed his eyes and he leaned his face to Nialls cheek.
"This isn't the last time that I touch you."
Niall just smiled.
"I know!"
Harry loved it. He bit Nialls skin, just to not moan straight out. He felt Niall that perfect jerked him off and it was as if they almost had sex.
"Do you like it?"
Harry smiled.
"More than you can imagine." he moaned out. "Damn Niall, you're mine!"
When Harry was nearing the end, he removed Nialls hand. He quickly took hold his hands under the Irishman's butt and lifted him up against the wall. He brought his hip back and forth, so that the hard part slid between their bodies, over Niall now slack part. It was as if they had sex, and Harry wanted to have that feeling remains, afterwards. Niall took his arms around Harry's neck and he let him continue. Harry pressed himself against him, and he felt that he quickly reached that point where there was only one end.
"Next time I'll fuck you." he muttered hoarsely. Niall seemed to have no objection to that plan. He smiled a little bit. Harry pushed up his dick between them, and then came that wonderful feeling. He spanned the entire body, he felt he dropped everything and he came straight up between them.
"Next time I'll fuck you." he muttered hoarsely. Niall seemed to have no objection to that plan. He smiled a little bit. Harry pushed up his dick between them, and then came that wonderful feeling. He spanned the entire body, he felt he dropped everything and he came straight up between them.