I met an angel

Niall ran away from home and have no idea what a normal life is. He escapes from everything that hurt him and becomes homeless. Harry's the opposite. He has rich parents can afford to throw money at nothing and he lives a good life. Still, it's something with Niall that catches his interest. During the dirty face are a wonderful person and it's not long before Harry realizes who he loves.


11. Love?

Niall began to love to cook and he learned to bake bread. It was something special to stand in the kitchen and prepare something to eat. Harry had many unused cookbooks, which Niall directly read through. At first he was afraid to fail but eventually he learned to rely on himself. Almost every day smelling the food and freshly baked in house. Niall noticed that Harry enjoyed the smells and he began more and more to be in the kitchen.


One day Harry came home and was more anxious than usual. Niall looked wonderingly at him and put down the knife. 
"What happened?" 
Harry sat down on the kitchen chair and looked down at the table. 
"My parents are coming this weekend to visit." 
Niall knew where the shoe pinched. 
"You want me to disappear?" he whispered and felt a lump in his stomach. Where could he go? Go back to the park or maybe end up in the cave? Harry met direct his gaze and shook his head. 
"No, I want you to stay but I don't know how to explain who you are. They wouldn't accept that I had an poor..." he fell silent. Niall understood what he meant and he knew what others thought about the homeless. 
"I may be gone all weekend?" 
Harry was almost angry with him. 
"NO!" he almost shouted out straight. "You must be here, but we need to learn you some table manners and we have to make you look like a friend."


Niall felt that it was difficult. Harry showed how to eat food, but still ended Niall up in the same old habits. 
"You need to tighten up." Harry mumbled and looked at him with a pensive gaze. "You can't have your elbows on the table and you can't burp." 
Niall blushed slightly and looked down at the plate. 
"I know I'm not as nice as you are, but I've never ..." 
Harry interrupted him. 
"Cut into the meat and share it nicely. You can do it." 
Niall struggled and tried to actually use the knife. He cut into the meat and put it gently in his mouth. Harry seemed happy and smiled weakly at him. 
"And no elbows on the table." 
Niall sighed. There were so many things to think about.


In the evening showed Harry how to sit on the couch and how not to be. In the end, was Niall completely exhausted in the head and he was almost annoyed at Harry. 
"Why do I have to stay?" he got out of it. "It's easier if I go out and stay away. Your parents will still see through me and see that I'm an ass hole." 
Harry shook his head and sat down next to him. 
"I want you to stay and I want you to meet them. Your not an ass hole!"
Niall felt hopeless anyway. 
"Stop Harry being so kind. It's no use and I will never fit into your life." 
Harry sighed lightly and took his arm around Nialls shoulders. 
"I care about you and you know that I just want to change you, just you can stay?" 
Niall felt anxiety throughout the body and shook his head. 
"I will never be perfect, not as perfect as you want." 
"Yes you will!" whispered Harry. "You are already perfect but I only grind you up a little at the edges!"
Niall met his gaze. 
To his great surprise, leaned Harry forward against him and their lips met. At first was Niall almost shocked, but at the same time it tingled all over. Harry's lips were so soft and they stroked over Nialls lips so perfect. Still didn't Niall know why? Harry didn't want to get paid, yet he kissed Niall. 


"Why are you kissing me?" he whispered when Harry had finished the kiss. Harry blushed and looked at his face carefully. 
"Because I think I love you." 
Niall gulped and didn't know what to say. Love? How could Harry love a street ledger as Niall? Harry had it all and didn't even need a sleazy boyfriend?
"You can't love me!" 
Harry smiled weakly and seemed not to care about Nialls words. 
"Well, I can really love such a unique guy as you." 
Niall blushed, but he still had no idea how he would relate to Harry. Was he looking for a boyfriend? Niall hadn't considered the idea that he was gay or even interested in guys. Yet he realized that he had never been in love. It was as if love didn't exist in his life and what was the point with love?


Yet didn't Niall make resistance when Harry kissed him again. It was as if the kisses had a taste for more, and the more Harry pressed himself against Niall, the more intense became the kiss. Harry let his tongue slip between Nialls lips and it became a game between them. Harry laid him down on the couch and landed on top of him. Niall hesitated, but at the same time, he was excited. Harry's hands slid inside Nialls sweater, prompting them both to moan. It was as if they ended up in another state and nothing else existed around them.


"We shouldn't ..." whispered Niall in the end. He was afraid of destroying what existed between them and he was afraid to let Harry entirely in to his life. Harry seemed disappointed and looked into his eyes. 
"Niall, I want you and I want you to stay with me forever." 
Niall frowned and felt that Harry still had a hand inside his shirt. 
"But then? What happens between us?" 
Harry smiled slightly and let his hand slide down over Nialls stomach and down between his legs. He massaged the area and immediately groaned Niall. The hand pulled down the zipper and slid inside the pant. 
"You will be mine!" Harry whispered hoarsely. "You will be my boyfriend and I promise to take care of you."

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