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“I’ve seen you dance in clubs.” Harry tries.
“With people and to music, not by myself with the sound of the rain.” Niall snorts. “I’m not going to hump the grill just to satisfy your weird, drunken urge to dance naked in a rainstorm.”
“Then dance with me.” Harry says lowly, making his way towards Niall.
“Shut up.” Niall scoffs.
“I’m serious.” Harry tells him. “Dance with me.”
“We’re naked.” Niall reminds him.
“So?” Harry questions, sidling up in front of Niall.
“So it – It’s – It’s weird.” Niall stammers. “Isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so.” Harry hums, his hands finding Niall’s hips. Niall is fucking freezing, but Harry’s touch is like fire, heating Niall up from the outside in until he feels like he’s about to burst. “Is the idea that uncomfortable to you?”
“Tommo will never stop giving us shit for the rest of our lives if he finds out about this.” Niall sighs, turning around so that his back is to Harry. “Do you want to lead?”
“I think you should lead.” Harry murmurs.
AKA: Niall and Harry dance naked in the rain.