#frat!niall

[harrywavycurly]

I was driving home from work and saw a “college hunks hauling junk” truck and my mind instantly began to imagine frat era Harry and Niall doing that for a summer job, like working for one of those types of moving companies.

You’d hire them to move you into your first apartment and Harry is holding a box that very clearly says “FRAGILE!” So when he accidentally drops it and you hear the sound of glass breaking you’d poke your head out of the front door and ask “did you just drop that?” But Harry being the always sassy kinda guy he is would casually pick it up and go “no? Why would you ask that? It’s clearly in my hands…” all while Niall is standing behind him trying not to laugh with duffle bags slug over his shoulders because of course half your stuff is in random tote bags and duffles because moving boxes aren’t cheap.

Like this is how I imagine Harry would look at Niall anytime they roll up to a house or job that the person they are helping is even slightly cute:

[ifvniall]

niall!only

like or reblog if you save/use

[ymmyglitz]

are y’all ready for 2015 !

[larryyyy1d]

Her favourite era is midnight memories

[cinnamonbungirl]

niall with old iphone camera quality is doing something to me omg

[dannyleclerc]

just realised I’m as old as fratboy era narry and it’s doing something to me cause like- LOOK AT THIS

[da-p1mp-is-ere]

my dream five minutes before i wake up 💔

[cinnamonlouisgff]

[thrucigarette]

They don’t make 21 years old like this anymore

[niallerspayno]

After Midnight - (frat boy Niall x reader) - Fic Request

Anonymous request: I love Niall frat boy's fics Who asked this is a queen. Following this line could you do something similar too with the theme 6th member of 1D but they trying to escape to bed from each other at night on the tour bus at night, something cute but smut too

Tags: Smut, fluff

The hum of the tour bus engine is the only sound filling the small, dimly lit space as you quietly make your way to the bunk section. The rest of the band is already fast asleep, their soft snores and rustling blankets proof of how tiring the day had been. But your heart races—not from exhaustion, but anticipation.

You reach Niall’s bunk and pull back the curtain just enough to peek inside. He’s already waiting for you, a smirk playing on his lips as he shifts over to make room. “Took you long enough,” he teases in a hushed whisper, his Irish accent curling around the words like silk.

Rolling your eyes, you climb in beside him, careful not to make any noise. The space is impossibly small, forcing your bodies close. His arm snakes around your waist immediately, pulling you snug against him. “Missed me?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.

“You saw me twenty minutes ago,” you reply, your voice barely audible as you try to stifle a laugh.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you,” he shoots back, his tone equal parts cheeky and sincere.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that comes naturally after weeks of sneaking moments like this. His hand lazily traces patterns on your back, and you find yourself relaxing against him, your head resting on his chest.

But it’s not always this easy. Sneaking into his bunk every night has become a careful dance of timing and silence. The other boys aren’t stupid—they’ve noticed how you and Niall seem to disappear at the same time, how you’re both always the last to emerge in the morning.

Louis, especially, has made a game out of trying to catch you. Just last week, he’d pretended to sleepwalk, yanking back random curtains in the middle of the night, claiming he was “looking for snacks.” You’d barely had time to duck under Niall’s blanket, and his hand had clamped over your mouth to stifle your giggles.

“I swear, one of these days Louis is going to catch us,” you whisper now, thinking of how close the near-miss had been.

Niall chuckles softly, the vibration rumbling through his chest. “Let him,” he says, his voice low and cocky. “He’d just be jealous he doesn’t have someone to keep him warm.”

You swat at him lightly, but he catches your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away.

“And yet, here you are,” he counters, his grin audible in his voice.

Despite the risk, there’s something thrilling about these stolen moments—the way you have to tiptoe past the others, the whispered conversations, the shared warmth in the tiny bunk. It’s become your haven, your shared secret.

As the bus rounds a sharp corner, you both instinctively shift to keep from falling out of the bunk. Niall tightens his grip on you, his nose brushing against your temple. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers, his voice softer now, almost protective.

The dim light filtering through the edges of the curtain casts shadows over Niall’s face, but you can still see the mischief in his eyes as he shifts against you. His hand slides slowly from your back, trailing along your hip and settling on your thigh.

“Niall,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, a mix of warning and anticipation.

“Shh, love,” he murmurs, leaning in so his lips just graze your ear. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You nod instinctively, your breath hitching as his fingers start to move, teasing along the edge of your sleep shorts. The sensation sends a rush of heat through you, your body already responding to his touch.

“Good,” he whispers, his voice low and confident. “Then let me take care of you.”

His hand slips beneath the fabric, his touch firm yet teasing as he explores the sensitive skin there. You bite your lip hard, trying to suppress the gasp that threatens to escape when his fingers dip lower, finding exactly where you want him most.

“Jesus, you’re already so ready for me,” he mutters, his voice full of that cocky edge you know so well. He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with himself, as his fingers begin to work, slow and deliberate.

You can’t help the small sound that escapes your lips, and Niall’s free hand moves quickly, covering your mouth before you can make another noise. His palm is warm and firm against your skin, and the dominance of the gesture only heightens the intensity of what he’s doing to you.

“Quiet, love,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. “Unless you want the whole bus to know what I’m doing to you.”

The idea of being caught sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, making every touch feel even more electric. You grip his arm tightly, your nails digging into his skin as his fingers find a rhythm that drives you closer to the edge.

“Feel good?” he asks, his voice a smug whisper. You nod against his hand, your breath coming in shallow pants as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and impossible to fight.

He leans in, his lips ghosting over your neck as he murmurs, “That’s my girl. Let go for me.”

His words, his touch, the way he’s watching you with that cocky, self-satisfied grin—it’s all too much. Your body shudders as the tension inside you snaps, waves of pleasure crashing over you. You press your face into his chest, muffling the soft cries you can’t hold back as he works you through every second of it, his hand never faltering.

When the last tremors subside, you collapse against him, your body spent and your heart pounding. He finally moves his hand from your mouth, brushing a thumb over your cheek with surprising tenderness.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You can barely find the words to respond, still caught in the haze of what just happened. But Niall doesn’t need an answer—his grin says it all. “Told you I’d take care of you,” he says smugly, pulling you closer as if nothing in the world could pry you apart.

You’re still catching your breath, your body nestled against Niall’s when the thought strikes you—a surge of boldness you didn’t know you had. His arm is draped lazily around your waist, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin as he smirks down at you, that cocky grin impossible to ignore.

“You look smug,” you whisper, your voice hushed but teasing.

“Shouldn’t I be?” he replies, his grin widening. “Didn’t hear you complaining a second ago.”

Rolling your eyes, you shift in his arms, turning to face him fully. “You think you’ve got all the control, don’t you?”

He chuckles softly, leaning in until your noses almost touch. “That’s because I do, love.”

The challenge in his voice is all it takes. Your hand moves under the blanket, sliding over his chest and down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. His breath hitches, barely perceptible, but enough to tell you you’re on the right track.

His smirk falters for a moment, his cocky confidence giving way to something more primal as your hand slips lower, brushing against the waistband of his shorts. “What are you doing?” he whispers, his voice low and full of heat.

“Returning the favor,” you reply simply, your lips quirking in a smile as your fingers dip under the fabric, finding him already hard and warm against your palm.

Niall swears softly under his breath, his hips twitching involuntarily as you wrap your hand around him. “Jesus,” he mutters, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Shh,” you tease, leaning in to press your lips against his. The kiss is slow and deliberate, a perfect contrast to the steady rhythm of your hand. Every movement draws a quiet sound from him—a muffled groan, a sharp intake of breath—and you can feel his resolve slipping with every second.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he fights to stay quiet. “You’re gonna get us caught,” he mutters, though there’s no real conviction in his voice.

“Then be quiet,” you whisper against his lips, your tone full of playful defiance.

His laugh is strained, but his cocky demeanor hasn’t faded entirely. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice ragged as your hand moves faster, more deliberate now.

You don’t answer, letting your actions speak for you. Instead, you kiss him again, your mouth capturing his to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggles to maintain control.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers against your lips, his voice cracking with tension. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You can feel him trembling beneath you, his breathing shallow and uneven as he teeters on the edge. His forehead presses against yours again, his eyes squeezing shut as a quiet, broken groan escapes him. “That’s it,” you murmur, your voice soft but commanding. “Let go.”

His release is silent but intense, his body shuddering against yours as he gives in completely. His grip on your hips tightens for a moment before loosening as he slumps back against the mattress, utterly spent.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The only sound is the soft hum of the bus engine and your mingled breaths as you come down from the moment.

Finally, Niall breaks the silence, his cocky grin slowly returning. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he says, his voice rough but full of humor.

“Is that a complaint?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all,” he replies, pulling you into his arms again. “But don’t think for a second I’m letting you get the last word.”

His words are a promise, one that sends a thrill through you as you settle against him, your heart still racing from the thrill of what you’ve just done.

...

The early morning sun filters through the cracks in the curtains, casting soft light onto the otherwise still tour bus. You stir awake, feeling the warmth of Niall’s arm draped over your waist. He’s still asleep, his face relaxed, his lips slightly parted as a faint snore escapes him.

For a moment, you let yourself bask in the warmth of him, the way his body molds so perfectly against yours in the tiny bunk. But that calm is short-lived as you hear the faint shuffle of footsteps moving around the bus.

“Niall,” you whisper sharply, shaking him lightly. “Someone’s awake.”

He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Relax,” he mumbles, his voice low and rough with sleep. “They’re not gonna look in here.”

But before you can argue, the curtain is yanked back with absolutely no warning.

“Oi! What the—” Louis’s voice cuts through the quiet, loud and unmistakably delighted.

Your eyes widen in horror as he stares at the two of you, tangled together under the blanket. His gaze flicks between Niall, still half-asleep and shirtless, and you, desperately trying to pull the covers up to hide yourself.

“Louis!” you hiss, your voice high-pitched and panicked. “Ever heard of knocking?”

Louis blinks once, then bursts into uncontrollable laughter. He leans against the side of the bunk for support, tears forming in his eyes. “Oh, this is brilliant. I knew it! I bloody knew it!”

“Louis, shut it,” Niall grumbles, his voice thick with irritation but still laced with that unmistakable cocky edge. He sits up slightly, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. “Not like it’s your business.”

“Not my business?” Louis wheezes, still laughing. “Mate, you’ve been sneaking her into your bunk for weeks, haven’t you? Don’t deny it.”

By now, the commotion has woken everyone else. Harry pokes his head out from his bunk, his curls sticking up in every direction. “What’s going on?” he asks groggily, his eyes squinting against the light.

“Caught the lovebirds,” Louis announces proudly, gesturing dramatically to you and Niall.

Harry blinks at the two of you, then grins, stretching lazily. “Finally,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Zayn appears next, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking far too amused. “Honestly, I’m just glad it’s out in the open,” he says casually, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with you two carrying on right below me? That bunk isn’t soundproof, you know.”

Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your face. “Oh my god, Zayn!”

“Just saying,” he adds with a shrug, clearly enjoying your mortification.

You bury your face in your hands, wishing you could disappear, but Niall? He’s completely unbothered. “Can’t help it if she gets a little carried away,” he says, flashing Zayn a cocky grin.

Zayn snorts. “Right, sure, blame her.”

“Alright, what’s going on?” Liam’s voice cuts through the chaos as he steps into the scene, looking far more awake than anyone else. His eyes flick to you and Niall, still crammed together in the tiny bunk, and he raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yep,” Louis says gleefully, clapping his hands together. “They’ve been sneaking around for weeks, apparently.”

Liam sighs, rubbing his temples like he’s already tired of the drama. But when he glances at you, his expression softens. “Well… at least it’s not some random stranger,” he mutters, almost to himself.

The teasing continues as the boys start listing all the “obvious” signs they’d apparently noticed—Niall’s lingering looks, your mysterious disappearances, the times you both emerged from the bunk area looking suspiciously disheveled.

“Could’ve been sneakier,” Liam points out with a shrug.

“Could’ve been louder,” Zayn quips with a smirk, earning a collective groan from everyone.

“Alright, enough,” Niall says, his grin firmly in place. He leans back against the bunk wall, pulling you closer with an arm around your shoulders. “You’re all just jealous I’ve got her and you don’t.”

“Jealous?” Louis says, his voice high-pitched with mock offense. “As if! I just can’t believe she puts up with you.”

“She doesn’t mind,” Niall says smugly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The boys groan again, their complaints drowned out by Louis declaring this his new favorite thing to tease you about.

You sigh, hiding your face in Niall’s shoulder as he chuckles softly, clearly enjoying every second of it. Life on tour just got a lot more complicated—but judging by the way Niall’s holding you close, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[onedirection4eversstuff]

Frat boy one direction

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[harrywavycurly]

Summary: You’re moving into your first apartment after graduating college and you use a moving service your friend recommended. Not really expecting much of the company with a name like “College Hunks Hauling Junk” you take extra care to box your things up really well. But no amount of bubble wrap can keep the cocky, snarky, semi retired frat bro Harry Styles from damaging a few of your boxes which leads to him learning the hard way that sometimes he’s going to have to handle things with a little more care than he’s used to. 📦✨

Pairing: frat!Harry x fem!reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

CW: Frat Harry (some people really aren’t into this lol), language, tiny bit of angst, one drunken moment

Story Type: Mini Series (5 parts)

A/N: This is gonna be a whirlwind of an emotional roller coaster for Harry from the very start so if you’re into that then this is the story for you! ✨

Tag List: Open

Extras: here

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[ziamlarryniall23]

who wouldn’t love these frat boys😍

[vampessie]

Goodbyes are bittersweet

But it’s not the end

I’ll see your face again

[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

The morning after

Niall was lying next to you in your bed, his arms wrapped around your waist as his nose was buried in the crook of your neck. He was breathing in your scent, his body pressed against yours. Niall couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt in his chest as you acted as if the night before never happened. He knew that you and him had had a one-night stand, and it had meant so much to him, but here you were, pretending you didn't remember a thing. Niall tried to hide his emotions but he was hurting.

"You ok?" You say, as you look around to face him, and swallow the lump in your throat when you realize his face is inches away from yours.

Niall's heart skipped a beat as you asked if he was okay. He tried to keep his composure, nodding his head slightly as he looked into your eyes. It was difficult for him to hide how he was feeling. He wanted to tell you how much he cared, how the night you spent together was so much more than a one-night stand for him. But instead, he just said, "Yeah, I'm fine."

Niall tightened his arms around your waist slightly, his body pressed closer to yours. He could feel your breath on his skin and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to pull you in even closer, to feel every inch of you against him, but he restrained himself, knowing that you were pretending not to remember the night before. His heart ached as he looked into your eyes, desperately fighting the urge to tell you how he truly felt.

He could hear your heart beat slightly faster as he held you close, his body responding to your proximity. Niall could feel the heat radiating off of you, and he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes darted around, avoiding his gaze. He knew that you were avoiding the memories of the night before, but he couldn't help but wonder why. Was it just a one-night stand to you? Or was it more? Niall was desperate to know, but he didn't want to push you to remember something you clearly wanted to forget.

Niall couldn't take it any longer. He needed to know the truth. He took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice betraying his vulnerability, "Do you... do you remember last night at all?" The question hung in the air between you, his arms still around your waist, his body still pressed against yours.

"I remember.....I remember a little" you hesitantly say.

Niall's heart skipped a beat as you admitted that you remembered at least a little. He wasn't about to take that as an answer, though. He needed more. "A little?" he asked, his voice soft. "What do you remember, exactly?"

"What do you remember?", emphasizing the 'you'.

Niall's heart skipped a beat at your question. He knew exactly what he remembered. Every single detail. The way your body felt against his, the way your lips tasted, the way you looked at him, the way you gasped his name. He remembered it all.

Niall swallowed, his voice slightly choked, as he replied, "I remember everything."

He studied your face closely, trying to gauge your reaction. He could see the mixture of emotions in your eyes, the guilt and the confusion. Niall's heart ached as he watched you struggle to respond. He wanted to reach out and touch your face, to reassure you that it was okay, but he held himself back. He needed to know the truth. He needed to know how you felt about what happened between you last night.

You sigh. "Niall, I'm so so sorry" you said, putting your face in your hands.

Niall's heart sank as you apologized, your hand covering your face. He could see the guilt and shame on your face, and he didn't understand why. Niall reached out and gently took your hand from your face, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Don't apologize," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

He squeezed your hand gently, trying to convey his support and understanding. He could see that you were feeling torn, and he hated seeing you like this. Niall wanted to reassure you, to tell you that what happened between you last night was not something to be sorry for. It was something he'd been hoping for for so long.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks

"yes" you say as you looked down. Your voice hardly audible.

Niall took a deep breath, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand with his left hand, and raising his right hand to lift up your chin gently.

He carefully chose his words. "Why are you apologizing?"

He wanted to know why you were feeling guilty, why you were trying to pretend it didn't happen. Niall needed to hear the truth from your lips.

"Because this changes absolutely everything"

Niall's heart skipped a beat at your words. He could hear the fear and uncertainty in your voice, and he knew that you were right. What happened between you last night had changed things. But Niall didn't see it as a bad thing. He saw it as an opportunity, a chance for something more.

"Why does it have to change everything?" he asked quietly, his thumb still tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"Because... because we're friends"

Niall's heart ached as you reminded him that you were friends, and yet he couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Your breath hitched, and Niall's eyes were locked on your lips. He was so close, so close that he could feel the heat radiating off of your skin, and the urge to be even closer was getting too strong to ignore.

"So?" he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, waiting for any indication that you wanted to stop, but when he didn't notice any signs, He decided he couldn't resist any longer.

So with a mixture of courage and desperation, Niall closed the distance between you and pressed his lips against yours. It wasn't a rough or passionate kiss like the one the night before. This one was tender, pleading, as if he was silently begging you to reciprocate.

Niall's heart hammered in his chest as you kissed back, his lips gently moving against yours. The feeling of your lips touching his sent electricity shooting through his body, and Niall couldn't help but savor the sensation. He pulled you in closer, their bodies molding together, and he felt your breath hitch again as he deepened the kiss.

It was a mix of tenderness and hunger, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as he explored your mouth, his feelings pouring into every move. Niall's hand slid up from your waist to cradle your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin gently as he tried to convey everything he was feeling through the kiss.

Finally, after what both felt like an eternity and not nearly long enough, Niall pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He could feel your pulse racing, echoing the beating of his own heart. Niall's thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his eyes searching your face for any sign of how you were feeling.

"I don't regret what happened last night," he said quietly, his voice gruff with emotion. "I don't want things to change. But I want... I want more. I want you." Niall's voice was laced with vulnerability and desperation as he confessed how he truly felt about you.

"Niall...I-"

Niall's heart hammered in his chest as he waited for you to respond. He could feel the tension between you, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. Niall's eyes searched your face, silently pleading for you to say something, anything to give him some idea of how you were feeling.

"Please," he whispered, his hand trailing from your cheek, down to your neck and back up again, "tell me what you're thinking."

"Um, I...What do we do about this? Looking into his eyes.

Niall's heart skipped a beat as you whispered, and he nodded his head slightly as if to say he understood what you meant.

"I don't know about you, I mean....I could take a guess....and I know I've said it a handful of times already, but I want you" he breathed, his voice hoarse with emotion, "so badly. I've been wanting you for so long. Last night... It was everything I've ever wanted, and I don't want it to be just a one-time thing."

"But you're my bestfriend, and you- i- you're my brothers best friend too. What if we have a nasty break up and you guys never speak again, what if-"

Niall could sense the fear and doubt in your voice as you spoke, and he realized that you were expressing the same concerns that were gnawing at the back of his mind. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on yours.

"I know," he nodded, his hand gently stroking your cheek, "there's a lot at risk here. But I've thought about this for a long time, and the thought of losing the chance to be with you, it's... it's scarier than the thought of losing Harry's friendship."

"I believe in us," he continued, his voice filled with conviction. "I believe that what we have is worth taking the risk. I don't want to keep pretending that I only see you as a friend, because that's not true. You're so much more than that to me, and I'm willing to fight for what we could have together."

"And as for Harry," he continued, a small hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips, "I think he'd probably be pretty ecstatic if we became a couple. He's always joked about us being together."

"He has? He's my brother...why I didn't know this?" You say as you giggle lightly, facepalming.

Niall chuckled softly at your surprise, his thumb continuing to lightly caress your cheek.

"Yeah, he's been making little comments for months now," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "He's always saying things like 'You two should just get together already' and 'You're both so obvious, it's adorable.'"

"Oh my gosh" you say with a laugh, as It suddenly all comes to you.

Niall's smile grew as he saw the realization dawn on your face. "I don't think Harry's gonna mind," he said, his voice filled with a touch of playful confidence. "In fact, he might even be happy for us. And who knows, maybe he'll stop with the jokes about us being a couple once we actually are one."

"But more importantly," Niall said, his voice growing serious again, "I want to make sure you're on the same page as me. Do you... do you want this as much as I do? Do you want to be with me, to be more than friends? Because if you don't, I won't push. The last thing I wanna do is pressure you into something you're not comfortable with."

Niall's heart beat faster as he waited for your response, his thumb still tracing soothing circles on your skin. He was trying to keep a calm exterior, but the fear of rejection was gnawing at him from the inside. He wanted this, he wanted you so badly, but he needed to know if you felt the same way.

You smile at him. "You're always such a gentleman, you know that right?"

Niall chuckled softly, a mixture of bashfulness and surprise at your unexpected compliment. He couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth wash over him at your words.

"Ah, well," he said, a sheepish smile on his face, "I try to be. Especially with you."

You both laugh with each other a couple of seconds. It's always been like that between the two of you. So easy and free flowing.

He took a moment to savor the feeling of being close to you, his hand still cradling your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The tension between you had shifted, the air was charged with a different kind of energy. Niall couldn't help but feel relieved.

"So," he continued, his voice filled with a hint of hopeful anticipation, "you didn't answer my question. Do you, uh, do you..." Niall's voice trailed off, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for your response.

"Yes- yes, I do," you say after pausing for a second.

Niall's eyes widened and his heart soared at your words, a sense of pure joy flooding through him. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He couldn't help but smile widely, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"You do?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and elation. "You want to be with me?"

"Yes Niall, I'd love to be with you"

His smile grew even wider as the confirmation of your words sank in. He picked you up and spun you around you around, placing you back in the ground you down a few moments later and wrapping his arms around you, with body pressing against yours. A rush of emotions washed over him, his heart swelling with a mixture of relief and happiness.

"Thank God," he breathed, his voice filled with a mix of laughter and emotion. "I was so worried you would say no."

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms holding you tight as he savored the feeling of having you in his embrace. The relief and joy coursing through him were overwhelming, and he couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he spoke.

"I thought I'd have to do a much harder pitch to convince you," he teased, his breath warm against your skin.

"You already had me long before now, you knew that"

Niall's heart skipped a beat as you confessed that you'd been his all along, a mix of disbelief, relief, and happiness filling him. His arms tightened around you, his face still buried in the crook of your neck.

"I had a feeling," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and tenderness. "But I was afraid that I was just imagining things, that I was the only one feeling this strongly."

"you're such a sap!" You laughed.

Niall chuckled at your teasing, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he feigned offense.

"Excuse me," he said, pretending to be wounded, "I'll have you know that I'm simply a hopeless romantic."

He gently poked your side, a playful glint in his eye as he spoke, "I can't help it if I'm a sap, especially when it comes to you. You bring out the romantic in me, you know that?"

He continued to hold you in his arms in silence for a few minutes, his hands gently running up and down your back in soothing circles. Niall's heart was overflowing with a mix of emotions, and he couldn't resist stealing a few more moments to enjoy the feeling of having you close.

"But if I'm a sap, what does that make you? Since you've secretly liked me, too."

He leaned back slightly, a playful glimmer in his eyes, as he waited for your response. Niall couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the fact that he wasn't the only one who had secretly harbored feelings for the other.

"Mmmm" you giggle before saying something else.

"it looks like we have some explaining to do" stroking the top of his head, through his wavy brunette hair.

Niall chuckled at your abrupt change in subject, his arms still wrapped around your waist, his body still pressed against yours. He understood where your mind was headed, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness at the thought of discussing this with Harry.

"Yeah, I think you're right," he agreed, a touch of amusement in his voice. "I guess we can't keep this a secret from your brother for much longer."

"He's going to enjoy this isn't he?"

Niall let out a small laugh, nodding in agreement. "Oh, absolutely," he said, a mix of resignation and humor lacing his voice.

"I have no doubt that Harry will be absolutely thrilled. He already had suspicions about us, now he's gonna have confirmation, and he'll probably take great pleasure in being right all along.

"Just prepare yourself for all the 'I told you so's' and the endless teasing," Niall added, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He'll be really happy for us, too" he says, giving you reassurance without even knowing it.

Niall is such a great guy.

He pulled back slightly, giving you a reassuring smile, his hands still resting on your waist. "He just needs to get his teasing out of his system first. Then, hopefully, we can all move on and enjoy this new stage in our relationship."

"We're in this together, and we'll face whatever comes our way, with Harry's jokes and all. But before we go down stairs and tell him....." He says, stepping impossibly closer.

"I really want to kiss you again" he says, looking down at you, and stroking your hips.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, his gaze filled with a mix of playfulness and desire. He could feel the tension between you, a combination of the conversation you'd just had and the lingering aftermath of your recent make-out session.

"Just one more kiss before we face Harry," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of pleading.

"One more kiss" you whispered, smiling.

Niall's smile broadened at your agreement, his heart skipping a beat as he realized he could kiss you once more. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he gently leaned in, his lips brushing against yours.

The kiss started off soft and gentle, a tender connection between the two of you. But slowly, the passion flared up again as Niall deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, his body pressing against yours.

He couldn't help but lose himself in the moment, the feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips, overwhelming all his senses. Niall's hands roamed across your back, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin, trying to pull you even closer, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

After a few minutes, Niall reluctantly pulled back, his breath coming in short gasps, his chest rising and falling with the rapid beat of his heart. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of desire and tenderness in his gaze.

"You're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly with emotion.

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