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“Mike, stop c’mon watch the movie please.” Harry pleaded, pushing Mike off his neck. Mike however, didn’t stop, instead kept biting and sucking on his neck while his hands were running all over Harry’s body. “Mike seriously stop.”
Finally, Mike pulled out exasperated. “God Harry have some fun will ya?” Pulling back in to keep sucking on Harry’s neck, he snakes his hands around Harry to squish his bum while the other hand pulls on the belt loops of his jeans.
When Harry feels the pressure, his eyes widen and he pushes away more aggressively.
Mike sighs, annoyance very clear. He rolls his eyes at Harry as he says, “what now?”
Harry pulls his knees to his chest and looks down, not meeting Mike’s eyes. “Mike I really like you and all but you know I’m still a virgin. And I don’t think I’m ready to change that; at least not yet.”
“Oh c’mon Harry stop being such a prude!” Harry winced. “You’re what, 17 years old and you still haven’t even done anything! And we’ve been dating for almost a month and a half now. I don’t know how much longer you expect me to wait.” Harry doesn’t reply, just keeps his eyes downwards. Mike shakes his head and stands up, putting on his jacket as he does so. Harry finally looks up, eyes widen in surprise and nervousness.
When Mike finishes zipping up his jacket he looks at Harry. “I’m done Harry. I can’t keep waiting for you to be ready because frankly I don’t know how long that is going to take. I was just in this because I thought you’d be fun but you are kind of dull, sorry to tell you.”
Harry could feel tears start to pool in eyes and he reached out, trying to hold on to Mike’s hand. “Mike, please don’t-“
“I don’t know what else you want from me Harry!” Mike interrupted. “I’m sorry if I broke your heart or whatever but I can’t deal with you anymore. Frankly, you’re simply not pretty enough to wait around for.” Mike shrugged, as if Harry should be happy he was being truthful. When Harry’s tears finally started falling through, Mike just sighed again and patted Harry’s head. “Bye Harry. Please don’t call me again.”
And with that Mike stormed out of Harry’s house. Harry sat there as the words Mike spoke to him kept hitting him.
“such a prude”
“how much longer you expect me to wait”
“I thought you’d be fun”
“kind of dull”
“not pretty enough to wait around for”
—
“He said what!?” Zayn screamed, blood boiling.
Harry couldn’t reply, whimpers still coming out of his mouth and not letting him talk. He had cried and cried after Mike left, the words hitting me like if Mike had thrown bricks at him instead. Harry curled up and sat on his couch as broken gasps escaped him. He didn’t know what to do; he just needed someone to be there for him.
So he called the one person he knew always would be.
“Zayn,” Harry gasped out.
“Harry,” Zayn said, softer tone than before, “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I told you Mike was an asshole! He’s not worth your time; or anyone’s for that matter. You shouldn’t be sad and hurt over that prick. Be happy you got rid of him. I’m sorry that he broke your heart and I promise you when I go visit you next month I’m going to go find him and give him a piece of my mind! Nobody does this to my little brother, no one.”
“Zayn,” Harry spoke again, his voice still hoarse from the crying but easier to understand.
Zayn sighed. “You need to get your mind off things Harry. Hey, you just got out on spring break right?”
“Yeah,” Harry responded.
“Well, why don’t you come visit me? We’re having tests right now so I have free time since we don’t have to go to classes. And when I do have to go you can stay and chill out at the dorm while I finish. You can even come with me and help at the record store! Louis and Liam won’t mind, they love you. What do you say?” Zayn asked, excited that he could finally see his brother again and have time to cheer him up.
“I don’t know Zayn. I appreciate you trying to cheer me up but I don’t know, I don’t want to intrude.” Harry said, although the idea of getting away for a bit did get him excited. Zayn’s campus was huge and he’s been quite a few times to be able to get around. Plus Liam and Louis were practically his friends just as much as they were Zayn’s, so there was no doubt they would be happy to keep Harry company.
“Nonsense Harry, you’re coming. I’ll call mom later and let her know that she better let you come. It’ll be fun I promise!”
A small smile pulled on Harry’s lips, though his eyes were still red from the crying. “Okay. Thanks Zayn, I really appreciate it.”
Zayn smiled, even though Harry couldn’t see him. “Hey, anything to put a smile on my brother’s face. See you soon, okay? Bye.”
Harry hung up, endeared at Zayn’s love and protectiveness over him. Zayn and Harry had always been close, both being around the same age and having dealt with a lot of the same drama. They had always been there for each other and even though Zayn was older than Harry, he always went out of his way to show Harry that he was still Zayn’s number one priority.
—
From: Zayn
Door is open so get in and get set up. Sorry I couldn’t be there but really gotta study for this test. Txt me if you need anything :) Love you bro! xx
Harry read the message as he arrived at Zayn’s door. He texted back a quick message letting Zayn know he just arrived and not to worry; he would be fine. Harry pocketed his phone and walked in the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Harry smiled when he entered Zayn’s dorm. He had always felt more at home here than back home. He thought it was because this just yelled out Zayn; posters of R&B artists he had never heard of covered the walls, clothes were thrown on the floor but in a neat cluster so it wouldn’t look too messy, shoes peaked from underneath the bed, and the covers were just lazily thrown on top of it.
Harry put his duffel bag on the bed, opening up, and pulled out a new outfit. He went towards the bathroom so he can have a nice shower before he went out and looked around. He turned on Zayn’s stereo on the way there and put it up loud enough to be heard from the bathroom.
“You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don’t mean nothing
…
You like to scream, use words as a weapon
Well go ahead take your best shot woman”
—
The music was blasting, people were walking drunkenly in the front lawn, and red cups were thrown everywhere. Harry walked in, looking around cautiously. No one stopped him or asked who he was or how old he was. Instead, someone just passed him a red cup as he walked in the building. Harry took hold of it and was going to put it down when he heard a voice in his head.
“such a prude, I thought you’d be fun”
Harry’s eyes narrowed and with a deep breath, he threw back the drink in one gulp. It stung as it went down and he coughed a couple times, not used to the sensation but also not against it. When he finally recovered, another drink had been placed in his hand, this time by a curvy brunette who just winked at him as she walked away. He giggled, the alcohol already starting to get to him, as he knocked this drink back as well.
He walked around the dancing bodies, some pulling on his limbs, trying to get him to dance. He just kept walking, trying to find the kitchen. Having visited Zayn so many times before, Zayn had taken him to many of his frat parties. Harry had never really done much, just stood in the sidelines and danced here and there. He preferred to stay completely sober and walk Zayn, Liam, and Louis back, seeing as they were the college guys and should be having the time of their lives.
But today was none of that; today was Harry’s day.
He went to the kitchen and smirked when he caught sight of the keg. He went up to it, a guy standing next to it. Harry pulled out some money and handed it to the guy, knowing the keg was only for people who paid. The guy nodded at him and gave him the drink, winking at him as well. Harry blushed and went back to the living room, chugging the drink down as he walked.
A couple more beers and Harry was drunk.
He had never drunk much before; only had a beer here and there when Zayn didn’t want to leave him left behind. Truth is, Harry didn’t really like the idea of drinking until you were completely pissed and couldn’t remember the night. He preferred to have fun and get drunk on the excitement.
But today he was pissed on the alcohol and he was happy.
He’s standing in the living room, talking to the brunette who had handed him the drink, when someone knocks into his shoulder. He turns around and finds a cute blond in front of him. He has deep blue eyes that have Harry absolutely swooning. He looks thin but the tank top he has on show some nice arm muscle. He is shorter than Harry, which Harry finds hot because he thinks the guy can probably still be able to manhandle him.
“Woah, sorry there mate. Didn’t mean to bump into you.” The blonde says, and Irish accent standing out.
Harry, being driven by the alcohol, smirks at him. “You sure that wasn’t a way to get my attention?” His words are a little slurred but his voice is still deep and it seems to catch the blonde by surprise a bit.
He smirks back at Harry, though his cheeks color a little. “Can’t say it was my honest intention but I am definitely not going to lie and say I’m not happy it was a good looking bloke.”
Harry chuckled and extended his hand. “I’m Harry.”
“Niall, nice to meet you Harry.” Niall said as he shook Harry’s hand. “Are you new or visiting someone? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
Harry nodded. “Yupp, I’m visiting. I was walking around and saw this party and thought it wouldn’t hurt to come and be social.” He looked Niall up and down noticeably. “Hmm, and I guess I was right.”
Niall blushed again but winked at Harry. Taking the hand he was still holding on to, he pulled Harry around the bodies and took a seat on the couch in the living. Other couples took up the rest of the space, making out with each other, so Niall simply pulled Harry until he landed on Niall’s lap. Harry was surprised and let out a little sound but smirked at him as he moved around to get comfortable.
Niall passed him another cup and toasted with him. Harry and Niall both chugged them down, this one stinging a little more as it went down Harry’s throat. He looked back at Niall, who still had the cup around his mouth. He watched as Niall’s Adam’s apple bounced as he swallowed and Harry felt his mouth water and his cock twitch. Niall caught him staring and smirked at him, sticking his tongue out and licking around the mouth of the cup. Harry gasped, surprised at how easy it was to get turned on by Niall.
Harry, feeling like he could accomplish anything with the high of the alcohol, chucked his cup back, having it land somewhere on the floor. He turned his body so he was straddling Niall’s waist and with a final look at Niall, he dived in to Niall’s neck. Niall gasped but instead of stopping Harry, he dropped the cup as well and tangled his hands in Harry’s hair. Harry smirked against Niall’s neck. Having his encouragement, Harry nibbled on his jaw and kissed all around his neck. He sucked a particular mark on the side, biting it before pulling his tongue out to lick over it. A moan escaped Niall’s mouth and he squirmed a bit underneath Harry, his crotch accidently rubbing against Harry’s, and both gasped; Niall at the feeling while Harry in surprise.
He pulled out from Niall to look at him and experimentally rutted down so their crotches rub off again. They both moaned, Niall’s hands coming out to hold on to Harry’s waist. Niall pushed him down again and bit his lip, trying to keep the sounds down.
Looking at how hot Niall was; hot for him, Harry made another rash decision. He leant down so his mouth was against Niall’s ear. He mouthed at the ear a bit, making Niall moan when he bit on his lobe. Finally Harry murmured to Niall, “I want you to fuck me Niall.”
“Somebody turn up the fan
Oh I better watch ma hands”
Niall moans again and nods frantically, Harry smirking at him. Niall raises one of the hands he had on Harry’s hips to the back of his neck and pulls him down for a hungry, lust-filled kiss. Harry kisses him back, opening his mouth easily to let Niall’s tongue tangle with his. He feels the hand Niall still has on his waist pull him closer to Niall’s body. Niall stands up, easier than Harry thought with his weight on top of him. Harry wraps his legs and arms around Niall, making it easier for him to lead him up the stairs and to an empty room.
Niall kicks the door open and lets them inside. He turns them around so he can close the door with Harry’s back, pushing Harry against the door. Harry moans into Niall’s mouth as he rubs his crotch on Niall’s stomach. Niall takes hold of Harry’s bottom lip and bites on it, pulling on it and then letting it fall back.
Niall walks back as he starts kissing along Harry’s jaw and down to his neck until his knees hit the bed. He sits on it and pushes back, until he can lay down comfortably with Harry on top of him. Niall starts sucking on Harry’s neck and Harry is enjoying the feeling until his crotch rubs against Niall’s, and one of Niall’s hands is on Harry’s belt loop.
Suddenly, Harry remembers where he is and what he is doing. He told Mike he wasn’t going to lose his virginity to him after almost two months of dating, yet he’s about to give it up to a completely stranger? Suddenly, a twist in his stomach becomes more noticeable and noticeable.
Harry pulls away from Niall, leaving him surprised and dazed on the bed, as he dashes towards the bathroom. Luckily, the seat is up because as soon as he steps inside, the puke comes out.
Harry falls on the bathroom floor as the bile falls into the toilet. His throat hurts and he is in so much pain, his stomach and head hurting him so much, he doesn’t notice the hands rubbing comforting circles against his back.
After Harry is done, he lays his head on the tile floor, his face burning hot, and almost instantly passes out. Niall laughs a little, knowing how much of a hangover Harry is going to have the next morning.
He flushes the toilet, the smell and look of throw up not helping him at all. He grabs Harry, wrapping one of his arms around his shoulders so he can stand him up. He takes Harry back to the bedroom and lays him down gently on the bed. Niall goes through his drawers and pulls out one of his school T-Shirts, the one he had bought two sizes too big, and brought it back. He undresses Harry, taking off his shirt and pants which had a bit of vomit on them, and putting on the shirt he took out so Harry was in boxers and a T-Shirt.
After getting Harry settled, he pulled the covers back and laid Harry down gently, putting the covers over him. He took the sight in; Harry with his messed up ruffles and his mouth hanging open, little snores coming out, and Niall was taken back by just how cute Harry actually was.
He went back to his bathroom and got two Advil pills and a glass of water. He put them beside Harry on the bedside table, so he could take them the next morning.
Niall contemplated on whether he should go back down to the party; his party, or not. He felt a twinge of sadness when he picture leaving Harry all alone, even if he was sleeping. And to be fair, Niall kind of missed sleeping with somebody in the bed. He often would bunk at his best mate’s dorms because he preferred sleeping with company over himself.
So instead, Niall undressed himself until he was only in boxers and climbed in the bed, next to Harry. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s sleeping body and let the sounds of soft snores and loud music lull him to sleep.
“We’re all crossing paths
For a reason I know that
Hoping just to share some laughs
Avoid the broken glass”
—
Harry wakes up when the light from the window shines in his eyes. He groans, not feeling up to anything today. He feels an arm around him and thinks he must’ve fallen asleep on the bed and Zayn was too tired after studying and just laid with him. It wasn’t like the two hadn’t cuddled before anyways.
So Harry turns and buries his face in Zayn’s chest. Except it doesn’t feel like Zayn really. Zayn is a little daintier and although Zayn is shorter than Harry, Harry is really craning his neck to fit his face on this person’s chest.
Harry pulls up quickly but soon regrets it when a big ball of pain feels like it’s exploding in his head. He groans and puts his head in his hands, praying it’ll stop soon enough.
A voice next to him makes him jump. “Pills are on the table next to you. Take both Harry, they’ll help.” Harry doesn’t question, just turns and takes hold of the pills. He swallows them dry but when his throat burns, he opts for taking the glass of water as well and chugging it down. He knows it’ll take a bit for the pain killers to settle in but he rests his head against the backboard, already feeling the headache subside a little.
He looks down and catches and almost fond expression on the blonde haired, blue-eyed boy’s face. “First big hangover I’m guessing?” Harry nods. The boy just nods in understanding as he rubs his eyes and yawns, sitting up so he’s shoulder to shoulder with Harry.
Suddenly Harry remembers the boy’s name is Niall, but that’s about the extent that he remembers from last night. When the covers fall down Niall’s torso and Harry notices he isn’t wearing a shirt, his eyes widen.
“N-Niall,” Harry stammers out. Niall looks at him. “We didn’t, umm,- you know, umm,” Harry tries to say but he feels tears start to pool around his eyes again and he tries to keep them back, not wanting to appear foolish in front of Niall, especially if they did do something last night.
But to Harry’s relief, Niall shakes his head. “No we didn’t Harry. Once we got up here, you got sick and went to the bathroom. You passed out right after so I just brought you back down so you can sleep it off. I did have to undress you because you got a bit of vomit on your clothes, but I put you on one of my shirts in case you were a bit uncomfortable.”
Harry looked down and noticed the overly big T-Shirt on his chest. He turned to the side of the bed and also saw his discarded clothes from last night. He turned to look back at Niall, who gave him a nice and genuine smile.
Sighing in relief, tears start to shimmer more noticeably in Harry’s eyes. He tries to hide them but Niall sees them, as he is still looking at Harry with a rather fond look. When he catches sight of the tears however, his face turns concerned.
“Harry, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Niall asks frantically.
Harry shakes his head. “No, no it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?” Niall asks, still obviously concerned. “You can trust me Harry.” He adds, a little more gently.
Harry looks at him, unsure if he should trust him or not. Niall was still a stranger to him but he also was nice enough to help Harry when he was pissed off his mind and didn’t take advantage of him like he could’ve. With a sigh, Harry decided to go with the flow and came clean to Niall, telling him about Mike and the truth about sort of using him, wanting to prove Mike and himself that he could be fun and loosen up. Niall listened to Harry’s whole story with open ears, not interrupting him at all and looking honestly interested.
After Harry finishes, he has a bit of tears falling down still, as he realizes last night did nothing to help him really and he is still hurt by the words Mike told him.
Niall however looks a bit furious. “Harry, please tell me you don’t believe that prick? He is absolutely crazy if he thinks he can do better than you. You are nice, funny, and stunning. Really, you’re kind of beautiful if you haven’t noticed,” Harry smiled softly and Niall smirked, “even more when you blush. If he couldn’t wait for you than you should be happy you got rid of him now. The right guy will have no problem with waiting until you’re ready. You shouldn’t have to change your priorities because someone else wants you to. If you think you aren’t ready, than you aren’t. He’s an ass and someone like you deserves so much better, trust me.”
Harry smiled at him, Niall’s words going straight to his heart. “Thank you Niall, that was very nice of you. And I am sorry about last night- about everything- I was just really upset over Mike and when I called my brother to talk to him, he invited me to come visit and I thought the only real way to get over everything was prove what Mike said was wrong. I really am sorry.”
Niall smiled and shook his head. “Nonsense Harry, it really is no problem. Either way, I’m glad I met you and hopefully now, even though nothing happened, what I said and you’re little hangover can help you put Mike and all behind you.”
Harry nodded and placed his hand on top of Niall’s. “Thank you Niall, really.” Niall only smiled and both boys turned to look at the way their hands looked together.
They were so focused on each other that they jumped in surprise when the bedroom door flung open. A frantic Zayn barged in. “Ni, you’ve got to help me. My brother’s gone missing and-“ Zayn stopped when he caught sight of what was in front of him; Harry, his little brother who was wearing Niall’s shirt, and Niall, his best friend who was shirtless, sitting in bed together.
Suddenly, Zayn looked at Niall, his eyes bulging with anger. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” He yelled. Both Niall and Harry got out of the bed, scared at Zayn’s change in demeanor. “Here I am going crazy, looking everywhere for Harry and I find you guys in bed together!? You slept with my little brother!? How DARE you!”
Harry flung himself towards Zayn, holding him back before he could get a hit on Niall.
“Dude it’s not like that!” Niall defended. “He came to the party last night and, okay yeah, we might’ve made out a little but-“
“You made out with my little brother!?” Zayn interrupted, fuming and struggling against Harry’s hold on him.
“Zayn!” Harry and Niall both yelled.
Zayn ignored Harry and kept going after Niall. “How dare you go there Niall! You are my best friend, of all people!”
“Zayn, would you stop and listen please!” Harry yelled out exasperated.
“Yeah man c’mon, it’s honestly not what it seems! Nothing happened,” Zayn narrowed his eyes and Niall sighed, “other than make out, fine, but I promise we didn’t do anything!”
“Zayn,” Harry said, Zayn finally turning to acknowledge him, “will you please just sit and relax and let us explain?” Zayn looked at Harry and Niall for a beat before sighing and sitting on the bed, his arms crossed.
“Okay,” Harry sighed, “so, as you know, I was really sad and hurt over the Mike stuff. So, after I got to the dorm yesterday, I took a shower and decided to head out. I was walking around when I found the frat party Niall was having yesterday. I guess I just wanted to prove what Mike said wrong and have a little fun. I got a little too drunk and that’s when I ran into Niall. Yes, like Niall said, things did get a little heated. We made out and came back to his room but before we could do anything I ended up throwing up and passing out. Niall was actually really nice and sweet and carried me back to the bed. He changed my clothing because I got vomit on it. And all we did was sleep with each other; literally. He didn’t take advantage of me or anything.”
“Yeah man, I swear I didn’t.” Niall piped up, coming to stand next to Harry. “I mean, I knew you had a brother who was going to come visit but I didn’t know it was Harry. If I did know, I definitely would’ve talked to you before or been more careful with him. But you, out of everyone, knows I wouldn’t take advantage of someone.”
Zayn looked at both of them, his eyes still narrowed. When he saw the honesty in both of their eyes he sighed and rubbed a hand across his face. “Okay,” he said, looking at them again, “I believe you. But what was that I walked into? You guys were looking all smiley and shit while looking at your hands.”
Niall looked at Harry and blushed at the memory of how nice it had looked and felt when Harry’s hand was on his.
Harry looked at the ground and rubbed his bare foot against Niall’s rug. “Umm, well I told him about Mike and he was really understanding. I thanked him for being sweet to me and taking care of me. And well, the hands,” Harry blushed, “I don’t know, I guess I just liked how they looked?” Harry said, making it come out more of a question as he looked at Niall, almost if for approval.
Niall looks at him and smiles. “Yeah, I kind of did too; a lot.”
Harry blushes more furiously and turns to Zayn, as if addressing him makes it easier to say. “Zayn, I’m sorry but I think I kind of really like Niall.”
Instead of getting angry, Zayn looked at Harry and Niall and rolled his eyes, smiling at them. He nodded at Niall and motioned his hand towards Harry.
Niall grinned hugely and turned to Harry, taking hold of his hand. “I really like you too Harry. Would you like to go out on a date with me maybe?”
Harry smiled and intertwined his fingers with Niall’s. “Yeah, I think I’d really like that."