Not intended for anyone under 13.
Harry/ Niall fanfic.

Harry moves in next door to a girl named Lyla. What will happen next?
Keep reading to find out (:


15. Chapter 15

My heart was still thumping beneath my chest at a hundred miles an hour. I squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. It all seemed very much like a dream to me; a beautiful dream.

I felt Harry shift beside me, before he was laying on his side with his arm resting round my hips. His fingertips drew circles over my skin as his plump lips placed a kiss onto my collarbones. I opened my eyes and turned to face him; now facing each other. Bringing my hand up to his face, I brushed my fingers through his hair. A smile graced his lips and I couldn’t help but blush as he looked at me with such intensity, I was sure he was staring straight into my soul.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now.”, he said, his voice deep and somehow huskier than usual. Must’ve been that little workout we just had. I bit my lip as I tried to withhold a grin that was already creeping on my lips, nodding bashfully. “Me too.”

Circling his arm round my body, Harry pulled me closer into him. Our bodies touched and my breasts flattened against his chest. “You are ridiculously beautiful.”, he whispered, not taking his eyes off me. I could’ve screamed at how perfect this moment was; his body next to mine, his voice in my ears, his affection towards me openly spoken. “Actually you’re the one that’s beautiful.”, I responded with a smile. “What?”, he asked, flutters erupting in my stomach as he emphasised the T in his unbelievably sexy accent.

“I’m serious. Your eyes, your hair… your lips.”, I whispered, reaching forward and capturing them in a sweet kiss. “So’s the rest of you.”, I then added, cheekily lifting the duvet up and catching a glance downwards. He chuckled, before pulling me even closer; grabbing the back of my knee and pulling it over his hip. “I like to consider myself as extremely manly rather than beautiful.”
Giggling, I rolled my eyes. “I know you’re manly.”, I said. The tingles in my most private area arose again as I felt him between my legs.

“Can I ask you a question?”, Harry mumbled after we’d laid there quietly for a few seconds, hands gently exploring the other’s body. Only humming in acknowledgment, I trailed my index finger up and down his arm absent-mindedly. “What does this mean for us?”

“I don’t know.”, I sighed, feeling that disgusting feeling in the pit of my stomach; guilt. “And most importantly, will there be a repeat of this?”, he asked cheekily. Smiling widely, I shrugged a shoulder. “Now or in general?”
“Both.. let’s start with in general, though.” Grinning, he spread his palm as he ran a hand over my thigh.

Sighing again, I lifted my gaze to meet his. “I really like being with you, Harry, you know that. But… it’s just so complicated.”
“I know.”, he replied, his voice low. “But I don’t think I can hide my feelings for you anymore.”, he said in a frustrated tone. Despite the desperation that was lingering in the air, I couldn’t help but smile warmly. The fact he had actually voiced he had feelings for me, made it all seem so simple for a moment; a fleeting moment. “I know what you mean…”

“Moving on to the ‘now’ part..”, Harry suddenly said with a sly smile and it was after a short moment that I felt both his hands grip me and pull me onto his lap.

Giggling like a little schoolgirl, I supported my weight with my hands either side of his head. “Look at you manhandling me.”, I laughed, rolling my hips against his; crotches rubbing together. Harry bit his lip at the sudden contact, eyes narrowed. “I know you like it.”, he uttered huskily.

Our lips brushed as I nodded, before oppressing them upon him. A breathless moan left Harry’s lips as his hands cupped my backside, digging his fingers in roughly as he pulled me down onto him.
The sound of my mother’s voice calling my name out pulled me from this wonderful moment. “My mother is here!”, I whisper-called, rolling off Harry immediately.

“You have to-“, I began, mind trying to think of a way to handle this situation. “You have to leave…no, you can’t.”, I then blurted out, “You have to hide. Go into my closet. And take your clothes!”, I ordered. Harry’s eyes were wide as he - very nakedly - jumped out of my bed, collected his clothing and hurried into my wardrobe.
My face heated up as I pulled some joggers and a shirt on, before falling back into bed and pulling the duvet high up over my body.

“Lyla?” My mom’s voice was now nearer and I tried to keep myself calm. My door swung open and in came a rather angry looking woman. “Why are you in bed? You were supposed to meet Jack and me at the restaurant over an hour ago!”
I slowly opened my eyes a bit, keeping them slightly narrowed as I looked up at my mother. “I’m sorry, mummy. I’m not feeling too well. I tried calling you but I only got your voicemail.” 

Her stone-hard features softened as her brows furrowed, hand reaching out to touch my forehead. “You’re burning. And sweating.”, she said and I had to hold back a laugh. Of course I was, after all that.
“I’m sorry.”, I repeated in a weak voice. “It’s okay.”, she smiled, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll go make you some tea, okay?”

Nodding, I cuddled back into the sheets and waited until she was outside and the door was closed. “Harry.”, I hissed, and after a few moments, the door to my, thankfully rather large, wardrobe opened and out stumbled a now dressed Harry. His hair was all over the place, cheeks bright pink and shirt on backwards. Giggling quietly, I jumped out of bed and hurried over to him. My lips met his instantly, working rhythmically as my hands explored the skin at the nape of his neck. “You have to go.”, I urged, “Out of the window.”

“What?”, he asked, wide-eyed. “I have to climb down the tree?!”
“Yes, what else do you think that thing is there for?”, I laughed, pushing him towards the window. “You are actually serious.”, he stated, looking at me as if I were crazy. “Of course I’m serious. My mum cannot see you here. Now go.”

“You are so getting this back.”, he grumbled, before taking in a deep breath and beginning to climb. I bit my lip as his shorts rode down a bit, revealing his in boxers covered bottom. I watched as he clumsily climbed down the tree, almost falling down about three times. Thankfully, however, he managed to land on the floor safe and sound.
Harry tilted his head up to glance at me one more time, his lips pursed yet curled upwards, eyes playfully narrowed. I only smiled and ushered him out of our garden with my hands. 

Chapter 16 Teaser

Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok.

I wiggled my feet as my legs dangled from the edge of the kitchen counter. My eyes shifted from the clock, out the window and over to Harry’s house. It had been two days since…we’d seen each other. Two days since my mom wouldn’t let me leave the house due to my…illness. But today, she was back at work. And I was home alone. And I knew Harry was too. In my boredom, I’d done nothing but stare out of the window since I’d got up. First his parents, then his sister had left the house.

I was tempted. Tempted to give in to the temptation that was Harry. Everything that I wasn’t supposed to be doing; but the one thing I didn’t seem to be able to resist. “Shit, fuck, dick, ass…”, I mumbled under my breath as I pushed myself off the counter and stormed out of my house. My heart drummed wildly beneath my chest as I awaited him to open the door. Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok. Tik…

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a rather shirtless Harry in just his boxers and just like that my mind went blank and all I could think of was wanting him. Badly. Without a word, I threw myself at him; arms round his neck, lips on his, door falling shut. His hands gripped at my hips as he pushed me against the wall, bodies so close.

His tongue danced ever so hungrily with mine, soft lips massaging my own rhythmically.

“Woah.”, he suddenly breathed as I brushed my fingers over his neck and to his shoulders, lips smacking as they parted. “Wh-“, he began, but in my sudden confidence, I pressed a finger against his oh so perfect lips. “Shh.”, I whispered, “Just fuck me.”

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