“It was,” Niall replies. His eyes are tear-filled. He wipes them away with his sleeve. “I – I didn’t want that again when I moved here.”
Harry nods. He crawls across the blanket, around Stella, and pulls Niall into a hug. Niall holds him tightly.
Harry sits close to him after he pulls away.
“I understand,” Harry tells him. “I wouldn’t have judged you though, just so you know. I’m not judging you now. I still really like you.”
Niall doesn’t understand why or how.
“Really?” is what he says though.
“You’re still the same Niall with that Irish charm that I like so much,” Harry says with a smile, “and you’ve got a beautiful daughter.”
Stella squeals at the compliment and both boys laugh.
“I still want to date you.”
Niall bites his lip.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “I mean, Stella comes first and we share a room and stuff, and if we wanted to go anywhere, she’s gotta come with us because my dad works a lot…”
Harry nods. “I’m okay with that.”
“I also don’t think I want to have sex for like a really long time,” Niall keeps rambling on. “Don’t want to risk getting pregnant again. One baby is more than enough for me right now.”
“I’m okay with that too,” Harry laughs. “I don’t think I’m ready, as stupid as the lads might say that is.”
“It’s not stupid,” Niall tells him. He rests his hand on Harry’s thigh.
Harry smiles. “So is this happening then?”
“Only if you’re sure…”
“I am.”

Niall takes in a deep breath and then releases it. His heart won’t stop racing.
“Okay.”
Harry smiles and leans in close to Niall.
Niall’s heart skips a beat when their lips touch.
They kiss longer than the first time. Harry deepens the kiss.
It’s interrupted when they hear little giggles.

They pull apart laughing.
“You’re sure about this?” Niall asks again, just to make sure.

Harry nods. “I want this. I want you.”
Niall smiles.
“Okay.”
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Harry doesn’t stop glaring though and when the door to the bathroom opens he quickly grabs Niall and shoves him into the tiny room, ducking in after him. Niall opens his mouth to protest when he’s suddenly thrown against the door and Harry is kissing him—this time with tongue and they’ve never done that before and Niall kind of never wants to stop, his full bladder completely forgotten in favor of gripping Harry’s trim waist hard enough to no doubt leave finger shaped bruises and if a thrill goes through him at the thought of marking Harry, he ignores it.
All too soon Harry is pulling away, but sticks close enough that the warm breath he pants out hits Niall’s kiss swollen lips and they just stare at one another for a few beats before Harry gulps and silently slips out the bathroom without explanation. Still in somewhat shock Niall does his business and leaves the bathroom, avoiding Liam’s raised eyebrow as they pass each other.
Niall finds out from Louis that Harry’s left the party, which is odd because the Alpha would normally never leave a party without him, he believed whole-heartedly in the buddy system from the time they decided they were going to start drinking before it was legal, that they would only do so, so long as they had each other’s back, making sure neither did anything they would regret the next day like strip naked and do the Macarena or you know get behind the wheel of a vehicle drunk. So Niall was more than a little surprised that Harry would just leave him at the party, as drunk as he was, but even worse than the thought of being abandoned, now he was worried about how Harry had gotten home. Had he caught a ride with someone; was he currently walking the whole way on his own?
He can’t find a ride himself and he’s too pissed to walk all the way home alone so he ends up camping in the living room surrounded by other passed out teens with similar ideas. He manages to find himself a pillow but with the couch and arm chair already occupied he finds himself a dry patch of floor that hasn’t been spilled or sick on and falls asleep within seconds.

The next morning he sneaks out early enough to avoid being roped into helping with the clean up. When he gets home he’s startled to find Harry curled up asleep in his bed, he must’ve climbed in through the window Niall thinks and as quietly as he can he toes off his sneakers and jeans, leaving on just his pants and t-shirt before slipping into bed behind Harry and spooning him up like the taller boy preferred.
Harry stirs a moment later, rolling over slightly in Niall’s loose embrace.
“Niall s’that you?” He slurred, though from sleep or the alcohol still in his system Niall had no idea.
“Yeah Haz, s’me.” Niall whispered back, his words breaking off into a yawn halfway through.
“Ni I’m…” Harry started to speak but the blonde just squeezed him tighter to his chest.
“It’s alright babe. Sleep now yeah?” Harry made an agreeable noise and just like that he was out again.