Dark Narry (BoyxBoy)

*BOYXBOY EXTREME* Innocent, pure Harry with dark Niall. What will Harry do? Stay, fight, learn to love? What will Niall do to protect his claim? Use fear, charm, love? Could be everything in between. *warning; includes swearing, smut, other*


4. Chapter 4

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Niall takes a step back and looks forward. "What?"

"I need to take a shower."

Niall scoffs. "After that little escapade, you're lucky you're on that couch instead of the floor."

"Niall. Please."

"Fine," he says.

I lift my body off the couch with my arms and turn it to sit up. Niall stands in front of me and holds his arms out wide. Oh, joy. The pick me up thing again. I roll my eyes and he lifts me up into his arms.

He holds me there. My head is resting on his shoulder and he squeezes me tightly. What's happening? Is he.. Hugging me?


"I know." He picks me up off the floor and carries me bridal style. I didn't know where to look because I didn't want him to have the satisfaction that I was looking at him, so I look down at my shirt. Black with a navy blue blazer. Seems about right.

"Shit," Niall murmurs.

I look up and see what he's talking about.


"Niall, you don't have to carry me anymore. I can.. I can handle it," I say, trying to convince my own self of those words. Niall must've heard the bull shit in them, because he chuckles loudly.

"You couldn't even walk from there to here, what makes you think you can walk up stairs?"

"Just let me help myself," I reply. I try to wiggle out of his hold, but he keeps me still.

"Will you stop, Harry! Stop being stubborn and let me help you!" He yells. "Just let me help you."

Why was he getting so angry for no reason? I lock my eyes into his and just nod. I was not in the mood to argue. "Okay, Niall." He brings me up the stairs and I see his biceps bulge out of his short black tee. I had the urge to trace them for some reason, but I resisted.

His body interested me. He wasn't bulky, but his chest was strong. His muscles weren't extremely huge, but they look like they were created by working out. Even though he wasn't built, I can't help but notice how beautiful he is.

He opens the bathroom door and switches in the light, sitting me down on the toilet seat.

"Alright. There you go," Niall huffs.

"Am I that heavy?" I tease.

He laughs. "No, you're very light actually. Just like a feather."

I look up at him and smile. I twiddle my thumbs together and look back down, wondering what to say. Right, shower.

"So, I guess I'll be taking a shower now," I tell him. 

"Okay, go," he replies, pointing at the shower.

"Get out."

"I have an idea. How about I take a shower with you? You know, conserve water? I'm all about staying green," he smirks.

I gasp. "Hell no."

He laughs loudly and touches the door knob. "I trust you won't leave again, Harry. If you do, I'll find you."

I nod and he gives me one last glance before he leaves. Finally. Something falls out of my pants pocket and i slap my palm onto my forehead. My phone. I turn it on and anxiety fills my stomach.

"Oh, and Harry?" Niall asks as he opens the door back up while eyeing my phone, smirking. "I felt this," he snatches the phone out of my hands, "when I was carrying you. Nice try. I envy the balls you have. Take that how you please," he winks.

I sigh heavily and flip off the door he shut loudly. I just can't believe this. I make sure the door is locked before i begin to strip off my clothes. There is no way I was exposing myself to him. I turn the water on and step in.

The water felt so relieving. I let my head hang under the warm mist. The heat of the water runs over my body and I clench my fists. 

No, Harry, stop. 

I take the pressure off my hands and I wash my body off, humming to a couple songs I knew. I take the soap out of my hair and turn around. A little too quickly.

I slip down and feel my head hit the wet bathtub. I groan loudly and flip over my body like a fish.

"Harry? What's going on in there?" I hear Niall ask. I couldn't respond. I groaned out louder and mange to turn the water off with my good foot.

"Harry! Open the door! Open the fucking door now!" He screams desperately. "I swear to fucking God, now!"

"Niall.." I whisper as I feel my eyes drooping down.

I see a blur of Niall kicking the door open and gasping when he looks at me. The last thing I see are blue orbs staring into my closed ones.

~darkness x

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