Best Friends For Never | n.s [COMPLETED]#wattys2017

Chapter 21

Niall Horan

Twisting and turning I am restricted by something hard as I try to get comfortable , my eyes still closed still asleep. I open my eyes as I once again try to splay around wide , opening my arms but my moments are restricted with something, or in this case someone , arms holding me to a broad chest and I should be scared , over-think of this sudden closeness I have generated with the person laying beside me , but frankly I am not , not weirded out because of this arrangement , nor by us touching , because as far as I remember we were always touchy-feely with one another and therefore ,this skin to skin contact doesn't scare me or fucks up my mind , no.

But I cant deny the way Harry makes me feel , granted he is the only one I have done things with but he does look hot , ravaging , his muscles taut and chest broad as I move my fingertips delicately over his flesh waking goosebumps in my wake. And I dont think I am taking advantage of Harry , no , that I am using him for sex although I want to have desperately , I want to know , to experience what it feels like , like - to have a body on me , to have sweat dribbled down my chest , to feel that pleasure - pain people talk about because I am done waiting and wondering and now I want to just experience. And I want to do it with Harry .

Why ?

Because he is my best friend , because he was always their for me , will always will be their for me , he promised. Because he is the only one i share my secrets with , the only one that knows i hate broccolli with passion and loves to eat boiled mushroom instead, that helped me when I fell of the swingset in third grade , that punched four guys and got into a bloody fight for me ,Just because someone call me girly ! Fag!

I watch as his eyes scrunched and then are relaxed , his frown that was adorning his face for two seconds now turned up in a big smile. I put my finger on his lips stretching it some more and when he nuzzles deep into the white pillows , I quickly retract back fearing that I have awakened him.But no , he still is very much in sleep .

Something hard pokes me on the thigh and move my legs into the sheets and now , the hard part is brushing on my thigh , dragging itself on my skin and I immediately know what is it . A grin appears on my lip at the new sensation I am being quite getting acquainted with floods through me . I dont know what its called , but he makes blood rush through my cheeks , making me hot all of a sudden , my mouth parched as I lick my lips making them wet again.

I move my hands into the sheets dugging inside finally touching the hard part , my touch is shy as I still cant grab it in my hand too shy and unlike to do so. It is hard ,velvety in my hand as I rub my palm up and down on it noticing an increase pattern change in Harry , who is still very much asleep .

I push myself close towards him , unconsciously rubbing myself on him thinking , why the hell he doesnt want to fuck me, what in the name of god he is waiting for ,Jesus?

My train of thoughts is disrupted as Harry yawns loudly , feeling the empty room , his hands stretched wrapping itself around me like usual . He nuzzles his nose into the pillow cover and mutters a soft 'Morning. '. He flickers his eyes open , my blue catching his green eyes and I cant help but smile at him.

Harry has that effect on you , when his just one look , a dimple poked can make you drool like anything. Now , I may sound obsessed but being with him all this year ,I have come to observe quite a few things about me. But that is something to discuss for another time .

"Morning" I reply shy all of sudden , a blush tinting my cheek as I realized my earlier actions in his sleep state basically humping on him. He wounds his arm around me pulling me in lightly but not tight , in a friendly manner kissing my cheek lightly , which is not friendly at all saying as his prick is still dragging up and down my thigh moving slowly , sluggishly and I feel as if he is doing purposely .