I'm Tired and Angry But Somebody Should Be

NARRY. FUTURE FIC. DEEP SOUL LOVE AND TENDER KISSES.

“Do you remember,” Niall asks Harry, “that time you asked me in an interview who was the last person I had sex with?”

Harry has his arm draped around Niall’s shoulders and he shoots Niall an amused, sidelong glance. “Did I do that?” He puts his thumb to his mouth and thinks about it for a moment. “Belgium, was it?”

“Austria,” Niall corrects, giving Harry’s waist a little squeeze. “2014.”

“That’s right. That was quite cheeky of me.” Harry turns into Niall’s body, face to face with a forearm balanced on each of Niall’s shoulders. “What made you think of that?”

Niall shrugs, and Harry interlocks his fingers behind his neck, bending his knees so they’re closer to the same height. They just look at each other for a long moment. Harry’s got tiny laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, but his smile looks exactly the same as it did ten years ago.

“You grew into your mouth,” Niall tells him.

Harry shuffles a few steps closer, nudges Niall’s nose with his own. “You grew into me.”

It doesn’t really make sense, but Niall understands it completely. Falling in love with Harry was so gradual, he woke up one day and he was already there. Harry likes to tell people that he’d been working on Niall for ages, but the truth is that he was only a few steps ahead and Niall had no problem catching up to him.

They’ve got less than ten minutes to finish getting ready but Niall’s never gonna turn down a good snog from Harry. His lips are soft and faintly mentholated from the Carmex he put on earlier, and Niall knows his mouth better than his own. Their kisses are familiar and easy, unhurried, and when they pull apart, it’s on the same breath. Harry’s smiling as Niall pecks him one last time.

“C’mon now, gotta get these bloody bowties sorted,” he says.

Harry reaches down to give Niall’s bum a friendly squeeze. “Yeah, okay. Can’t tie the knot with our bowties all askew, can we?”