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Harry stands in front of his full bodied mirror, staring at himself with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Oh my gosh Harry!” Zayn yells exasperated from where he is perched on Harry’s bed. “Will you stop looking at yourself? You look amazing, I promise.”
Harry ignores him and reaches a hand towards his hair, shaking it around a little. He pulls on the collar of his button up and makes sure the tie is on correctly; not too tight so it chokes him the whole night. He flattens out the sides of his blazer and pants. He looks up at his face again and pouts his lips, reaching towards his hair again.
“Harry! Your hair looks fine! You haven’t changed it at all the last twenty times you’ve tried.” Zayn yells again, regretting the choice of assisting his younger brother at getting ready.
Harry is about to argue back, inform him how obviously flat his hair is and how he looks like a penguin in his suit, when arms wrap around him. He can’t see because the person is hiding behind him, but he catches a glimpse of blonde hair and smiles.
“He’s right babe,” Niall says, “you look absolutely dashing.”
Harry blushes and turns in place, still in Niall’s arms. He places a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling back and inspecting Niall head to toe. “I wouldn’t be the one speaking.” He tells Niall, who only blushes and ducks his head onto Harry’s chest.
“Ni, aren’t you supposed to be waiting for Harry downstairs?” Zayn asks. “You’re ruining the fun!”
“Well, seeing as Anne and I have been waiting for about an eternity, she let me come up and see what was taking so long.” Niall looks at Harry. “You made us wait just because you couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror?” He teases.
Zayn chuckles and pulls himself out of the bed. He walks out the door, telling the boys to follow after him. Niall winks at Harry and assures him once again that he looks great, knowing that Harry is actually very self-conscious and doesn’t see just how beautiful he is. Niall drags him along downstairs, where they are almost immediately blinded by flashing lights and Zayn’s laugh fills the air.
“Mom,” Harry whines, “couldn’t you have at least waited until we made it to the bottom?”
“Oh you hush Harry! You made us wait for so long, if I want to take pictures then I will. It’s my right as a mother.” She takes another picture before coming towards them. She places her hands on Harry’s cheeks and smiles fondly at him. “I can’t believe my baby is going to prom. You’re all grown up!” She sniffles, as Harry rolls his eyes, and let’s himself be dragged down to a kiss on his forehead.
“Okay, okay mom. But we have to head out if not we are going to be late.”
Anne nods her head. “Yes I know. Oh!” She says, walking towards the couch and picking up a box, handing it to Niall. “Here you go hun.”
“Oh yeah thank you Anne!” Niall turns towards Harry, and pulls the contents out of the box. He gets closer to Harry and pins a matching blue boutonniere on the lapel of his suit.
Harry smiles fondly at Niall and places his hands on Niall’s hips, holding him in place while he pins it on Harry. When he finishes, he looks up at Harry and they just stare at each other, the flash going off not bothering them at all. Harry chuckles slightly and ducks his head when Niall tilts his up, placing a soft kiss on his lips. The squeal of excitement from the sideline pulls them apart.
“I got it Zayn, I got it!” Anne yells, jumping up and down.
“Nice mom.” Zayn replies, standing up and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I got one too. I’m going to send it to all our frat brothers, Ni. They told me to send them pictures of our little leprechaun and his giant.” His chuckle turned into a groan when Anne slapped his chest, urging him to be nice.
Niall just shrugged. “They all already wished us a good time so go ahead. They all love Harry anyways.” Anne, Niall, and Zayn all nodded as they looked at Harry, who was blushing profusely.
“Okay,” Niall finally said, “we really have to get going. Thank you for everything Anne and Zayn. I really appreciate all the love you have shown me with Harry. I hope he has an amazing time tonight and we’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He smiled and walked away from Harry to hug and kiss Anne and Zayn.
“Of course sweetie. Have a good time and I expect you guys here tomorrow for dinner with your parents okay?” Anne said, Niall nodding in agreement.
He took Harry’s hand and pulled him through the door and outside to his car, which sat decorated with flowers and a sign in Zayn’s handwriting that read ‘Harry and Niall’.
Once inside the car, Niall took hold of Harry’s hand and kissed it. “You ready?”
Harry smiled and tightened his hold on Niall’s hand. “Ready.”
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The gymnasium was covered in streamers and balloons, lights dimmed down until you could barely make out who was next to you, tables set up all around the dance floor with empty seats and coats. The DJ was standing in the right of a little stage that they set up where they were going to announce the Prom Royalties later and the principal was going give the almost graduated class a little speech.
“This is so much better than my prom!” Niall exclaimed happily.
Harry chuckled. “We’ve only been here for like two minutes Ni.” Niall only shrugged and pulled on their held hands to lead them towards the snack table.
They both took a cup of punch and headed towards a table by the middle, half-full of Harry’s friends.
“Hey you guys.” Harry said when he took a seat, Niall following behind him.
“Hey Harry, hey Niall.” They said back to them.
They sat and conversed with each other for a while, Harry perched underneath Niall’s arm. Harry smiled as he watched Niall get into friendly squabble with Harry’s closest friends. It meant a lot to Harry that they could get along when he first introduced them back when Niall came to visit for their two month anniversary. Harry knew his friends would like Niall because of Niall’s fun personality.
He was mostly nervous that Niall wouldn’t like them. He knew that Niall loved him and wasn’t bothered by their age gap but he still didn’t want Niall to think that Harry’s high school friends were too lame for his college self. But Niall didn’t seem bothered by it at all. He got along great with the guys and Harry’s nervousness had gone away instantly.
He let his eyes wander about as the guys kept talking, taking in the atmosphere as much as possible. His eyes stopped when they reached across the room and locked with Mike’s, where he was sitting with a girl clinging to his side.
After the brake up, Harry felt like he would honestly not find somebody else. He was so hurt by someone who had said loved him, he felt like he would probably never be able to trust again.
But then he met Niall and Niall had been so undeniably sweet and caring to him, even when he had been drunk and a tease. Niall was such a genuine guy and Harry instantly connected with him. They went out on a couple dates while he was visiting Zayn. Not wanting to depart on confusing terms, Niall took him out the last day and asked him to be his boyfriend.
Harry came back home with an amazing boyfriend and he went back to school with a big smile on his face; something that Mike didn’t seem to be expecting.
He seemed honestly surprised and angered at the fact that Harry took his words to heart and didn’t bother calling him again, even going all the way as to deleting his phone number, which he found out about later that week.
Now he saw the boyfriend Harry had been with for over a year and he was jealous.
Harry looked away from the glare and returned his attention back to the table. When he felt Niall poke his arm, he turned to him.
“Do you want to dance babe?” Niall asked. Harry smiled and nodded. They excused themselves from everyone and maneuver around people, making their way to the dance floor.
They dance together as the dirty words coming out of Chris Brown’s mouth pour over the speakers.
“All these sensations got me going crazy for you”
The music stops after a couple more songs and when Harry looks up, he sees Lacey, the valedictorian up on stage. Everyone moves to the sides, leaving and empty spot in the dance floor for the royals to have their dance after announced.
“Hi everyone,” Lacey starts, “hope you are all having a wonderful time today! As I’m sure you all know, every year you guys vote for two people to be your Prom Royals. Votes this year have been higher than ever before as many, many people were nominated for the positions. Sadly, they can only be given to two lucky people. And I have the names of those right here.” She says, waving the envelope.
“The first winner is… Harry Styles!” She yells out, as the whole gym erupts in applause. Harry is surprised and turns to the table of his friends, who are all laughing and hollering, and Harry knows they had something to do with this. He stands there, still shocked, until Niall pushes him forward, urging him to go on. He walks up the stairs and onto the stage, where Lacey shakes his hand and places a crown on his head. Lacey motions for him to move farther along the stage and he complies.
“Next,” she continues, “is the winner as Harry Styles’ Royal Partner! As you know, we are an open and supporting school of sexualities, and it was up to your guys’ votes to pick either another King or Queen.
“And you guys chose… Mike Stevens as your other Prom King!” Lacey yelled out, clapping with the rest of the student body while Harry and his friends stayed frozen in place. This was definitely not part of their plan.
Mike walks, or struts it seems more like, his way towards the stage. Harry chances a look at Niall and notices his stony glare at Mike’s back. He tries to convey a message to him that it’s okay but before he can, a presence is felt next to him.
He looks up to find Mike smirking at him, offering his hand. Harry looks at it confused and Mike rolls his eyes. He grabs Harry’s hand and forcibly pulls him until they are down the stairs and on the dance floor. He places Harry’s hands on his neck and puts his on Harry’s waist, pulling him uncomfortably close.
Soft melodies fill the air as Lacey says into the microphone, “the Royals may now have their dance.”
Harry doesn’t know what to do or what to say, so he lets himself follow Mike’s lead while leaving his loose arms around his neck. Mike keeps staring at him and Harry feels like he is being examined under a microscope with everyone’s eyes on them.
“You know you do a sucky job at making this believable.” Mike finally says, breaking the silence. “I don’t think you should go into acting baby.”
Harry looks at him, his eyes narrowing. “I’m not trying to make anything believable. And don’t call me baby.”
“You used to love me calling you that.”
Harry scoffs. “That was a long time ago, Mike.”
Mike’s hold around Harry tightens. “It wasn’t that long ago. You know old flames don’t always burn away. Are you sure you don’t want to give this ride another swing?” Mike smirks out.
Harry stops dancing and pulls out of his grip. “If I remember correctly, I never gave that ride any swing.” He leaves Mike standing there and heads towards where Niall is standing, still shooting daggers at Mike. His expression softens when he notices Harry coming towards him. Before he can ask anything though, Harry takes his hand and brings him out to the dance floor, in the middle where the empty space is still open and everyone is watching.
Harry reaches his hands up to his hair and takes his crown off. He smiles as he reaches over, placing softly on Niall’s head. He places Niall’s hands on his shoulders and puts his on Niall’s waist.
“I only want to dance with my real prince.” Harry says to Niall, softly swaying them from side to side. Little choruses of ‘awe’s’ are heard around the gym, but Harry ignores them. Instead he gives in when Niall’s blushing face gets closer until it closes the gap between their lips.
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Harry is pushed through the door and then slammed against it as it closes. He lets out a soft groan but it is soon dies out by Niall’s lips covering his. His arms go around Niall’s waist and hug him tight to his body. Niall moans softly and releases Harry’s lips, resting his forehead on Harry’s. They breathe heavily against each other for a beat, both of their eyes closed in bliss.
Harry is the first to open his. He looks at Niall, who has a big smile on his face, and it makes Harry mirror it. Niall looks so happy to be here with Harry and he finds it so hard to believe.
He never suspected to find Niall; a perfect human being who was the most caring person in the word. He was never selfish, never discouraging, and never mean; he was never anything Harry didn’t want. He was Harry’s entire world and he honestly didn’t know why Niall has bothered to stay with him for so long.
The fact that they have been together for more than a year and Niall, not once, has tried to change Harry or make him do something he wasn’t ready for, made Harry feel so on top of the world.
He raises his hand and softly caresses Niall’s cheek. Niall shudders softly against him and finally opens his eyes, blinking a couple times before his soft, blue eyes meet Harry’s. Harry’s breath hitches and he realizes that he’s ready.
He’s ready to take the final step with Niall. Niall has been so devoted to him; coming to visit him constantly and always taking him out to places he knows Harry would like. Harry loves Niall and he wants Niall to be his first time. Harry wants it to be sweet and romantic and perfect and he knows with Niall, it will be.
“Niall,” Harry says, as he presses a long and sweet kiss on Niall’s lips. Niall hums in approval and places his hands on Harry’s shirt, pulling it in a fist. “Niall,” Harry says again against Niall’s lips, “I’m ready.”
Niall freezes as Harry’s words filter through. He pulls away and looks at Harry with wide eyes. “Wh-what?” He asks nervously.
Harry chuckles and caresses his cheek once again. “I’m ready. Let’s do it.”
“Are you sure?” Niall asks. “Harry, really if you’re not ready we don’t have to do anything yet. This is a big step and I want you to be sure. We don’t have to do anything, I promise. We can just lie down and go to sleep to a Disney movie marathon and I’ll be happy.”
Harry shakes his head. “No Niall, I’m ready. I’m sure. I want my first time to be with you and I am ready for it to be tonight.”
Niall looks at him, searching his eyes. After a couple beats, he smiles and nods his head. He leans in and kisses Harry again before pulling back. He takes Harry’s hand and leads him upstairs and to his bedroom.
Once inside, Niall closes the door and turns around to find a nervous looking Harry in the middle of the room. He smiles fondly at him and walks towards him. “It’s okay Harry.” He assures him. “This is a big step and I understand you’re nervous. But don’t worry, I’m going to try and make this as amazing and memorable as possible.” He gives him and encouraging look before leaning in and kissing him again.
Harry hums and puts his arm around Niall’s hips, pulling him closer. They kiss lovingly before it starts getting a little more heated. As they kiss, Niall uses his hands to pull off Harry’s blazer and tie, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He then shimmies out of his as well. He pulls away and pushes Harry backwards until his knees hit the bed.
He puts his hand on Harry’s shoulders and moves them downwards, caressing his chest. He pulls them up again, this time undoing his buttons as they travel lower. After undoing all the buttons he slides the shirt off Harry so he is only in his pants; both of their shoes and socks being discarded when they had gotten inside the house.
Niall pushes Harry back until he can lie on the bed and crawls on top of him. He tries to ask him if he’s okay, but Harry gets a hold of the back of his neck and brings him down for a lust filled kiss.
Niall let’s his hands move around Harry’s side and torso, trying to remember everything about him. Harry shudders and moans against Niall’s mouth when Niall pinches one of his nipples, instantly getting it hard. Niall smiles and kisses Harry on the mouth again before traveling downwards, kissing his jaw and sucking love bites on his neck.
He moves to his chest and uses his tongue to trace over the tattoos that cover Harry’s body. He kisses open mouthed at the big moth on his stomach and Harry’s back arches up at the feeling. Niall goes lower, following the belly button until he is at the top of Harry’s pants.
He goes back up to look at Harry in the eyes, make sure he hasn’t changed his mind yet. Harry nods at Niall and Niall smiles at him, leaning down to kiss him while he unbuttons his pants. Harry shimmies out of them underneath Niall and Niall laughs as he pulls off.
“Eager are we babe?” He teases, running his hand slightly over the bulge on Harry’s boxers.
“Ugh,” Harry moans, “shut up.”
Niall chuckles again and kisses him before moving his body lower until he’s in between Harry’s legs. He quickly unbuttons his own shirt and discards it on the ground. He puts his face on Harry’s crotch and blows on it, making Harry moan underneath him. He puts his hand on the waistband of the boxers and places open mouthed kisses on Harry’s clothed cock.
“Niall,” Harry moans, louder and more persistent. Niall sits up and pulls Harry’s boxers down, throwing them by where his shirt lay on the floor.
He leans down again and takes hold of Harry firmly. He moves his hand up and down in a very slow manner. He lowers his face and sticks out his tongue, lapping circles at the head of Harry’s cock. He then puts his mouth around the head and finally sucks on it, sending Harry into a fit of curses.
Niall pulls Harry deeper into his mouth, keeping a hand placed on his hips to keep them from bucking up. The other hand keeps Harry in place until Niall can fully sink in and has Harry completely in his mouth. Harry hits the back of his throat and Niall hums around it. He moves his head up and down, keeping as much as Harry as he can in his mouth.
After a few more sucks, Niall lets Harry’s cock spring out of his mouth and Harry groans in disapproval. Niall reaches over him to the night stand by his bed, and pulls out some lube and a condom from the drawer. He places it on the bed next to Harry and Harry gulps. Niall stands up to take his bottoms off, taking off his boxers along with it.
He then straddles Harry’s waist and takes hold of the lube, opening the cap and spreading some on his fingers. He leans down until he is lying down on top of Harry and looks him in the eye.
“This might hurt a bit at first love, but it will get better. You’re going to feel a little weird and uncomfortable with the first finger but it will feel good by the end okay?” Niall assures Harry, speaking to him in a soft tone.
Harry sighs softly and nods. Niall reaches his hand down and slowly encircles Harry’s hole with his first finger. Harry gasps and Niall kisses him, distracting him as he pushes the first finger in. Harry’s eyebrows furrow at the weird sensation. Niall leaves his finger still inside Harry for a bit so he can get used to the new feeling. Then, he starts moving it around, inside and out of Harry.
Harry doesn’t say anything, his face still screwed in concentration as Niall works the finger in, later adding another one, and Niall kissing his neck the whole time. When he adds the third one, he curls them and knows he has hit Harry’s spot when Harry’s eyes widen and his mouth forms into an O.
Niall smirks and as he moves his fingers, he makes sure to keep hitting that spot. Harry starts riding his fingers, moving his hips along and moaning louder and louder. Niall kisses him once more and pulls them out. He opens the condom package and places the condom on himself, then covering it with a generous amount of lube.
He lets the tip touch Harry’s hole and Harry shudders. Niall grabs hold on Harry’s hips and uses his thumb to rub circles on them.
“Harry, I need you to relax for this okay? It’ll feel better if you do. Are you sure you want to keep going?” Harry nods his head, but places his arms over his eyes.
Niall grabs his hips tighter as he starts pushing himself inside Harry. When he’s able to get inside fully he groans at the amount of tightness that is around him. He drapes his upper body over Harry and places little kisses on his chest and neck, giving Harry time to get used to it. Harry grabs hold of Niall’s jaw and pulls in for a kiss.
“You can move now,” Harry says when their lips depart.
Niall puts his hands on Harry’s knees and bends them, before grabbing Harry’s hips again and pulling out. He sets up a small and slow rhythm as he thrusts in so he doesn’t hurt Harry.
Harry’s eyes aren’t covered anymore but they are still closed. His face is set in a look of confusion and pleasure whenever Niall thrust is. Niall grabs hold of Harry’s legs and puts them around him, Harry hooking the ankles behind. Niall drapes his body to pick Harry up, so he isn’t lying fully on the bed, just his lower half, and the new angle makes Harry’s eyes open.
He moans loudly, and Niall smirks at him. Harry wraps his arms around Niall’s neck, and moves his hips to meet Niall’s thrust. He moans and groans every time, their rhythm becoming faster and more persistent.
“Niall,” Harry moans out. Niall kisses his neck as he lets go of Harry with one of his hands. He reaches in between them and takes hold of Harry’s neglected cock, which is leaking precum. Harry yells out his name again and tightens his hold on Niall’s waist and neck.
“Come one baby,” Niall says against Harry’s lips, “I know you’re dying to cum. Do it. Get impossibly tighter for me please.”
Harry groans as he feels the feeling in his stomach getting stronger and stronger. Finally, with a broken cry of Niall’s name, he coats his and Niall’s chest with his cum. Niall moans as he is engulfed in Harry becoming even tighter around him and it sends him off as well, shooting out into the condom. They ride out their highs together, their hips lazily thrusting.
Niall lays Harry back onto the bed and when Harry lets go of his hold on Niall, Niall pulls out. He takes off the condom and ties it, throwing it away in the garbage bin by his dresser. He then grabs the washcloth he has in there and cleans himself and Harry off, throwing it away in the garbage as well afterwards.
He pulls the covers from underneath Harry and then slips into bed next to Harry. He wraps the duvet over them and then spoon Harry from behind, where he looks tired and spent out.
Niall kisses the back of his neck and tangles their legs together. “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me babe.”
Harry smiles and pushes back against Niall. “It was absolutely perfect.”
Niall smiles a wide smile, one that Harry knows is there because it is pressed onto his neck. “I love you, Harry.”
Harry covers Niall’s hand that rests on his stomach with his own. “I love you too, Niall.”
They don’t say anything and a couple minutes later, they are both overcome with sleep and the noises of each other snoring; the noise Harry decides must be what true love sounds like.