Niall didn't want to. It was obvious he didn't have actual feelings for Niall.
It was just for the night, so that he could be there for Harry in ways that seemed impossible for his friend to have with the one he really desired. Harry didn't have to say what he wants, no,
for him to know what was on the younger one's mind. The look in those glazed eyes, the way he bites his lip as green hues size him up told Niall exactly what he thought.
They were sitting so close, empty bottles dropped on the floor and the movie playing on the telly merely background noise at this point.
Harry inched closer, making his way across the couch to corner Niall. Maybe the alcohol was thinking for him, making him believe something good would actually come from this.
Harry's flushed cheeks, the way his neck moved when he took in a sharp breath, the way his green eyes stared into his own, like he's looking into his soul.
Every move, every breath made Niall's heart pound and his stomach burn and his crotch ache until he thought he couldn't stand it if Harry didn't close the distance between them right
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