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Narry - Show Me How

Harry wants Niall to teach him how to play pool, but not much learning goes on.

"Wednesday nights, the most boring, uneventful day of all," Harry was already on his third beer, and it was pretty damn safe to say he was- for lack of a better word,wasted. 

Niall got up walking to the fridge and got another can for himself and a bottle of water for his lightweight that was slurring next to him trying to explain how the american football worked- noo you see the big guys try and run to that littler guys with the ball who are trying to go to the one side of the thing and they all fall down oh god Ni I think i’m drunk- yeah, pretty safe to say he was definitely wasted. 

"Babe!" Harry gasped and his eyes lit up at the sight of the pole table. "Huh?" Niall asked taking a swig of the brown liquid filled to the brim of the clear, heavy glass. "Look" he gasped again pointing his finger not so clearly at the table.

"The pool table?" Niall asked watching Harry slip from the stool he was on and slowly making his way towards it. Niall got up and grabbed his drink along with Harry’s and followed the younger boy towards the table where he was already rubbing his hands over the thin green velvet that covered it.

"I want to play," Harry said looking around before grabbing one of the sticks that were knelt against the wall. "Babe, do you even know how?" Niall asked watching Harry take the triangular shaped holder from the balls and watching them in awe as they stayed in place.

"They’re such pretty colors, what do the numbers mean? What about the chalk thing, what does that do? How come you can’t use your hands?" 

"No," Niall said bluntly scrubbing his hands over his face.

"I’m not even going to explain this, alright? Just line up the cue and hit the white ball into the others and then you want to make a domino effect and get them to all spread out and land into the different holes." He explained, watching the curly-haired-boy nod his head and lean down and attempt to ht the white ball into the other sets.

Harry poked his tongue out a bit, watching as he pushed the cue stick forwards missing the cue ball and hitting nothing but air.

Niall cringed at the whine that left his mouth as he stood back up, pouting and his brows knitted together. “It didn’t work,” he whined again and Niall just shrugged his shoulders. “M’sorry babe, it’s hard enough to play sober let alone your state,” he laughed but Harry just walked closer to him grabbing two fistfuls of his t-shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

Niall kissed back running his fingers over the younger boy’s side as the pulled away and Harry’s lips pressed against his neck. “Show me how,” he whispered kissing along Niall’s jawline and nipped at the skin with his teeth. “O-Okay,” Niall nodded his head following his boyfriend over to the table. 

Harry grabbed the stick again bending over slightly as he tried to line everything up again. “Babeee, help” Harry said over his shoulder with a lick of the lips.

Niall helped Harry line everything up, his breath hitching in his throat when Harry pushed himself further back and wiggled his hips around igniting the not-so-subtle whimper that erupted from the back of Niall’s throat and the way his pants began to feel two sizes too tight.

“Holy shit,” Niall breathed out trying to focus on the ball and how it shot through the rest sending them in all different directions but all he could think about was how much of a fucking tease Harry was being right now.

“Niall! Niall did you see that? The balls rolled in the ways you said and some went into the holes oh my god!” Niall just nodded his head giving a weak smile watching Harry move to the other part of the table and hit the white ball again, making the rest of the colored balls soar across the board and into the other holes.