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De nieuwe trailer van The Fault in Our Stars (Weeffout in Onze Sterren) is uitgekomen! 

Harry POV

“I can’t believe they won! It’s like a birthday miracle or something!” Niall gushes, hanging off my arm as we quickly exit the stadium.

I had surprised him with tickets to see Derby County vs. Chelsea, at the stadium extremely close to both of our houses, and Niall had been gushing over the fact that his favourite team had won for the past 15 minutes.

“Calm down babe,” I whisper, pecking his cheek. “When we leave this tunnel, there will be paps, and unless you plan on us coming out to the world, you need to stand on your own two feet.” I laugh, pulling my arm from his grip and pecking his lips one last time whilst there’s no one around.

Niall nods and I can see his face flush, although he tries to hide it by perching his RayBans on his nose.

“Where to next?” Niall asks, as we climb into my Capri, ignoring all the flashes from the paparazzi’s cameras and the words and questions being thrown at us.

I hear many people shouting happy birthdays to my boyfriend and inquiring if the reason we were together on his special day is because we’re, well, together, but I just ignore it all and pull out of the stadium slowly, careful not to run anyone over.

“I can’t believe it’s 5:30 already!” Niall huffs, leaning back in his seat as we drive down the motorway.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, diverting Niall’s train of thought.

“Nah, not really, I had a hot dog and a beer at the stadium so I’m stuffed. Are you?” Niall rambles, patting his stomach appreciatively.

“No, I’m ok baby; I had some of your hotdog, so I’m fine.” I smile, pulling off at a secluded turn off.

I see the questions in Niall’s eyes as we continue down the dirt track but he doesn’t feel the need to voice any of them as we progress to our destination.

I come to a stop when I see the sign post for a foot path at the side of the road and I pull into the layby.

“Harry, where are we?” Niall asks, looking around himself before looking at me.

“Somewhere secluded, and somewhere I can be with you, without anyone else.” I smile, leaning over the partition to press a kiss to his lips, pulling back and climbing out of the car before walking to the boot and pulling it open.

“Do you have your Polaroid?” I shout the question as I slam the boot, a small rucksack in hand.

“Yep.” Niall answers quietly, walking around to the back of the car and lifting the camera gently in the air to draw my attention to it.

“Let’s go then.” I smirk, pulling the bag on my back and taking Niall’s hand.

I lead him over to the start of the footpath and begin the small trek up the little slope there. We walk for a few minutes in silence before I come to a stop, halting Niall too.

“Challenge number one.  A day in the life of the invisible man.” I smile, reaching over my shoulder for the rucksack and pulling out a pair of tattered old hiking boots I found at the back of my garage.

I see adventure light in Niall’s eyes and can’t battle a laugh when he takes the boots from my hands and sets them on the floor, in a position made to mimic walking. He then crouches on the ground a little and snaps a picture with his Polaroid, plucking the photograph from the front and waving it in the air.

I reach into my bag again and pull out a little Polaroid photo album.  Niall laughs when he sees the book, no doubt at my over-preparedness. When the picture has developed, I smile proudly at Niall’s photography skills, the sunlight hitting the lens in just the right way. He gently places the picture in the photobook and continues along the path, picking up the boots on his way.

I chuckle and follow after my boyfriend, laughing and giggling as he makes ridiculous jokes and continually pulls funny faces to make me laugh.

“I love you.” I remark suddenly, when the, what must be, 15th picture of the ‘invisible man’ is placed into the album.

Niall looks taken aback as he looks up into my eyes, carefully plucking the photo album from my fingers and placing all our things gently on the floor before his hand comes up to my face.

He runs his hand along my check and I close my eyes, leaning into the touch.

“I love you.” Niall looks into my eyes completely seriously and his hand comes around the back of my neck to pull me closer to him.

“I love you.” Niall says again, almost in reassurance, before his lips crash to mine and the breath is knocked out of my lungs because of the passion he is giving me.

I step closer to Niall, grabbing the sides of his jacket and pulling him closer to me so that his chest slams against my body.

Niall’s lips hungrily attack mine and my keens and moans are swallowed by his mouth at is aggressively tackles mine. I move my lips against his harshly, and when he stumbles back a little I smirk, sucking on his bottom lip and prying our mouths open.

I hesitate to take a breath before licking inside his mouth, my tongue running along his passionately before he curls his tongue around mine.

A few moments later, we break apart, breath heavy and foreheads still pressed tightly together. I hadn’t realised it during the kiss, but my hands had come up to cup his neck and my fingers were tangled in his messy hair, his snapback fallen to the floor and forgotten.

“I love you.” Niall says again, as if I already didn’t believe him.

“Challenge 2.” I breathe, ruining the mood and we both pull away laughing.

He picks up our things from the floor and takes the bag from my back, putting everything away safely before putting his snapback back on his head.

“Search for the best tree to climb and go as high as you can.” I smile, letting Niall take my hand and drag me along after him.

After running for several minutes, Niall comes to a stop in front of a giant tree, with big and sturdy-looking branches.

“This one.” Niall concludes, running up and jumping up to the first branch, catching onto it with his hands and pulling his body up.

“C’mon Haz!” Niall exclaims, holding a hand out to me.

I accept his hand and let him pull me up to the first branch, getting the hang of it quickly and scaling the tree after him.

After resisting for several minutes, when I do finally look down, I almost screech in horror as we are almost 20 metres in the air.

“Holy Shit.” I cry, grabbing onto Niall and holding on for dear life.

I feel Niall chuckle and instead of continuing onto the next one, he sits down beside me on the branch and pulls me into his side.

“Just close your eyes baby, relax.” Niall advises me, and I lean my head on his shoulder and begin to relax.

Before I know it, I’ve fallen into a light sleep on Niall’s shoulder and he is gently shaking me awake.

“Look Bear, the sunset.” Niall points out, and from our high altitude, I can see the painstakingly beautiful oranges and blues of the sky as they mix together in a beautiful hue, following the sun as it slowly dives further down than we can see.

I only notice when I hear the flash that Niall has his Polaroid out and has been taking pictures of the beautiful nature surrounding us.

“It’s beautiful.” I sigh, stretching my arms out before I wobble and attach myself securely to Niall again.

“It really is.” Niall agrees, looking down at me and smiling wide before packing his things away and holding his hand out to me to begin our descent of the tree.

Niall holds onto me tightly as we both make our way back down to solid ground, continually reassuring me that he’s got me and that he would never let me fall.

We drop to the ground with a thud and Niall takes my hand in his, beginning back down the path, back to the road we came from and swinging our hands in-between us the entire time.

When we finally do get back to my Capri, about 30 minutes later, we climb in and it’s only then that I notice Niall is no longer wearing his new Nikes.

“Where are your shoes?” I ask sadly.

Niall laughs nervously before pulling the clean and crisp pair of Jordans from my bag.

“I didn’t want to ruin them so I just wore the invisible man’s shoes.” He explains, smirking and wiggling his feet.

I shake my head at him and start the engine, making our way back to my house.

*

When we pull up to the gates in front of my house, I suddenly get incredibly nervous.

I key in the code with shaky fingers and pull up to the front of the house, needing to enter through the front door if this is going to work.

I exit the car quietly, shutting the door behind me and manually locking the car before taking a deep breath and turning to look at my boyfriend, who is standing by the front door, waiting for me to open it.

Here goes nothing.

I take the small rectangular box that I had been keeping in my pocket all day and hand it to Niall who looks at me questioningly before lifting the lid.

I see shock fill his features and when he pulls the key from the box with tears pricking his eyes, I become even more on edge.

“I don’t know, I mean, I’m not asking you to move in or anything, but it’s just so you can come round whenever you want or when I’m away or on tour or something, like you don’t have to wait for me all the time and you can just come and go whenever you want, I mean I don’t know if this is moving too fast but you already know where I live and you spend half your time here anyway. But what I’m really trying to say is that for now, this is as much your house as it is mi-“I’m cut off from my ramblings by Niall’s lips pressed against mine, a single tear salting our joined mouths.

“Thank you.” Niall says gently when he pulls away from the hard kiss.

He walks up to the door and looks back at me, as if asking for permission. I nod and come up behind him.

I see his eyes light up with happiness when the key slots into the lock and when the door clicks unlocked, the smile on his face is the brightest I’ve ever seen.

Niall pulls the key from the door and pushes it open but before he steps foot in the house, I knock his legs out from underneath him and catch his shoulders, carrying him over the threshold bridal style as I toe the door closed behind me. Niall giggles and slaps my chest, leaning his head up and catching my lips with his.

I drop Niall to the floor so he’s stood in front of me and attack his lips again, pushing my hands underneath his open coat and cuddling his waist against mine. I push my tongue into Niall’s mouth when he lets out a small whine and we kiss blissfully for a few minutes, only pulling away when I am desperately gasping for air.

“You’re so sexy in that onesie darlin’” I laugh at Niall’s Southern-American accent and pull away with another kiss on his lips.

“But you’re even sexier out of it.” Niall laughs taking his coat off and putting it on the hook by the door.

As I’m removing my own jacket and shoes, I see him toe the hiking boots off and unzip his onesie.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on here?” I say, invading his personal space and taking the zip from his hands.

He looks at me quizzically but only smirks and sways his hips when I pull the zip down the rest of the way. I look down the front of his onesie curiously and pout when I see he’s got tight black boxers on underneath. Niall leans forward and sucks on my bottom lip whilst I push the clothing from his shoulders and grab the green arms, tying them around his waist to hold the bottom half up like a pair of trousers.

Niall pulls away from my lip with a smirk and I groan when he starts to bite his lip, he grabs my own zipper and pulls it down slowly. He too looks down the front of my onesie and for a moment I forget that I decided to go commando today.

“Harry!” Niall squeals, pulling either side of the open zipper together to somewhat shield me as his whole face turns an alarming shade of red.

“What?! It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before!” I laugh, tying my own onesie up at the waist in the same way I did to Niall’s

“C’mon, we haven’t had challenge three yet.” I distract Niall, taking his hand and pulling him to the oversized dining room I hardly ever use.

“Ok, what is challenge three?” he asks, leaning on my shoulder.

“FORT!” I shout, pulling away from him and running to the other side of the dining table before pulling lifting up the several sheets I had placed there earlier.

“Yes! Best one yet!” Niall shouts, running from the room.

What?

“Babe, what are you doing?” I ask when I hear the front door open.

I wait in silence for a few moments before I hear the door slam again and Niall comes running into the room with his Polaroid in hand.

“You are obsessed.” I laugh, before I run over to him and grab him by his bare waist and throw him over my shoulder.

“Harry!” Niall squeals and I hear the Polaroid drop to the floor with a soft thump.

Niall goes silent and I put him down gently. He immediately runs over to the camera and the sigh of relief he lets out shows me that it’s not broken.

“Fucking hell. That was close.” Niall breathes, standing up slowly and putting the camera on the table before running back over to me and tackling my midsection.

I fall back on the floor with a thud and end up laughing my head off when Niall rolls off me and to the side, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

“I guess I kind of deserved that.” I laugh, hitting his stomach lightly and rolling onto my side to kiss his cheek before jumping up and running to the sheets again.

“FORT WAR!” I shout grabbing a sheet and wearing it like a cape before running around the dining room in a sudden fit of hyper-activity.

I hear Niall’s obnoxious laughter and come to a stop beside him, grabbing him by the waist yet again and running around the room with him over my shoulder.

When I do stop, I collapse on top of the sheets pulling Niall down on top of me, gasping for some air to enter my lungs whilst Niall just laughs his head off.

“Don’t wear yourself out already!” Niall chuckles cheekily, rolling on top of me and snuggling his face into my neck whilst I flail my legs around and tickle his sides.

Niall laughs loudly and then stands up, grabbing some chairs from beside the table and pulling them out into some kind of formation.

When I finally do stand up, I see Niall has assembled them into a circle and is smiling triumphantly.

“I am an expert fort maker.” He explains when I raise my eyebrow.

“Do you have any safety pins or pegs?” Niall asks, his eyes flicking around the room a little.

“In the kitchen.” I inform him, throwing my head back in laughter when he sprints from the room and I hear drawers rumbling from that general direction.

When Niall re-enters the room, he has all the items in his hands and looks to me with a serious glint in his eye.

“Get pillows from the bedroom.” Niall orders me, setting to work on the fort.

“Yes sir!” I salute him, slowly leaving the room and walking up the stairs, chuckling and shaking my head at Niall’s professional attitude as he assembles the fort.

When I return to the dining room with over 10 pillows stacked in my arms, I drop them on the floor with an audible huff.

“Took you long enough!” Niall scolds when he looks up from where he is safety pinning the sheets strewn on top of the chairs together.

“Don’t be so rude!” I sass him, putting my hands on my hips.

“Meh.” Niall shrugs, adjusting the sheets a little before running past me out of the room again.

I don’t even manage to form a coherent thought in my head before Niall is back, his arms laden with heavy books that I recognise from my study.

“Help yourself.” I grumble, walking back up the stairs faux-moodily.

I hear Niall before I see him and his thunderous steps coming up the stairs cause me to turn around before I’m tackled to the bed again.

“I’m sorry baaaaaabbbyyyyy, I wuff youuuuuuu.” Niall kisses my lips several times before standing up and pulling the quilt from under me, dropping it by the door and running next door to the guest room to do the same.

“Are you gonna help me or what?” Niall asks when I see him struggling with one of the heavy quilts.

“C’mon on then.” I groan, walking to the door and scooping the quilt up, pecking Niall’s cheek as I walk past him.

When we finally have the fort set up, the quilts and pillows inside, creating a soft area for us to lay on, Niall pulls back one of the blankets and bows down, gesturing for me to go inside.

I crawl into the small space flop down on the soft pillows and blankets, moving aside for Niall when he joins me, Polaroid in hand.

“Smiiiile!” Niall draws out the word and holds the camera up to us both, me pulling my signature toothy grin and Niall smiling his wide smile that I adore.

When the picture develops we coo over it for a few moments before Niall insists on taking several more and some may or may not have included our bare chests as well as a little French kissing but who knows?

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Niall whispers against my lips as we pull away from a slow make-out session.

I just nod and hum before lying back in the comfy quilts and pillows whilst watching Niall leave.

After about 5 minutes or so Niall comes back in with a wicker basket from my kitchen in his hands, I’m about to ask what it is when I see a copy of “The Host” DVD and my MacBook.

Niall asks me to take the basket from him and I do so, watching him run to the wall and turn the lights off.

“Setting the mood.” Niall purrs, climbing back inside and setting the laptop up on top of the upside-down wicker basket before pressing play and snuggling back into me.

An hour and a half later, the end credits are rolling but Niall got bored around 10 minutes before the end and decided to continually play with my nipples and kiss my neck. I know what he wants, and who am I to deny the birthday boy one last present?

“At least put the laptop away.” I moan when Niall presses his lips against mine, pushing me down to lie back slowly.

“Mmm.” Niall hums an ok and sucks on my bottom lip before he pulls away and disappears out of sight.

Once he’s left, I completely strip my onesie, pushing it out of the way and grabbing a pillow to cover my “downstairs area”.

Niall seems to have a similar idea because when he returns to the fort he’s got a bottle of lube in hand and is only wearing a pair of boxers that I only now see are mine.

“Why are you wearing my boxers?” I laugh, holding the pillow in place as Niall manoeuvres himself inside.

“They’re really soft.” Niall laughs, putting the bottle of lube down and crawling over to where I’m lying.

“I love how you’re just laid out for me.” Niall says huskily, sitting back on his knees. His fingers start at a curl in my hair that is still slightly tinged with blue and he makes a track down my chest, his thumb swirling over my nipple as he leans in towards me.

I take his lips gently in mine as his hand slowly reaches the pillow, his other hand cupping my cheek as we kiss slowly and the pillow is removed.

I feel Niall’s waist shift as he makes a move to straddle me and when I feel his bare thighs brush against my abdomen, blood flows straight to that vital organ between my legs.

“Uhh.” I moan against into Niall’s hair when his lips leave mine and he begins nipping and placing open mouthed kisses along my neck.

My hands find their home in Niall’s faded lilac locks, pulling gently as well as pushing my crotch into the air when he reaches the spot that makes my toes curl.

“Don’t bite your lip baby, I wanna hear you.” Niall whispers gently, tugging my lip from my teeth with his own and rolling onto his back.

“Harry?” Niall says only moments later.

“Boo?”

Niall beckons me closer with his pointer finger so I lean towards him.

“Suck me off until I’m seeing stars.” He whispers, his hand suddenly coming round the back of my neck and his lips smashing to mine.

The mood heats up insanely quickly and its only seconds before I’m grinding hard on Niall’s clothed erection.

Niall and I both let out little keens and moans every few seconds, my lips finally leaving his to suck on his nipple until it is a hard, angry red.

“Uh, urgh, Bea-ar.” Niall moans obscenely as I move to assault his lower abdomen with my lips.

His hands tangle in my hair and he is soon pushing me down, further south.

I comply and strip him of his boxers, sucking the skin at the highest part of his inner thigh causing Niall to moan brokenly and his hips to thrust towards my face.

Without any prior warning, I grab hold of Niall at his base and slowly open my lips around his head, pushing my face all the way down until I feel his tip twitch against the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell baby, I didn’t expect you to deep thr-“

Niall’s words stop as he lets out a disgustingly loud groan; I was sucking harshly on as much of him as I could take as well as running my tongue roughly along the underside of his shaft.

“Harry, ba-ah-aby”

His voice breaks as I begin to bob my head, pressing my tongue against his slit on the way back down.

“You kn-know Haz. You kn-ow”

It took me a while to realise what Niall was getting at but when I did figure it out, I smirked around him, cupping his balls in my hand and massaging them gently whilst I played with his member.

I pulled away from Niall with a pop and he let out a groan, I could sense he was close because he started to thrust his hips uncontrollably towards me. Don’t judge me but I read online somewhere that the more times you get close to climaxing before you orgasm, the harder that orgasm shakes you and engulfs your entire being. I want to be the one to give Niall that. He’d already given me everything.

“Ha-rry.” Niall whimpers, thrusting against plain air, his nails digging into the sheets below.

“Trust me.” I whisper, climbing over him and sitting on his thighs, rubbing our erections together as I captured his lips against mine.

I pushed my tongue into Niall’s mouth, knowing he was too blissed out to put up a half decent fight. I lick all around his mouth, sucking on his tongue and lips as they limply flit against me.

“I’m close.” Niall whimpers, grabbing my cheeks.

I pull away before he can release and he lets out a cry.

“Ha-rry Harry Harry, Harry!” He squirms, reaching down between himself and pushing his thumb into his slit.

“Fuck Harry, look how I like it, look how I take it.” Niall mumbles quietly, his eyes closed as he fucks into his hand, stopping to squeeze the tip between his fingers before continuing on at a scarily rapid pace.

Niall begins to groan and I can see his muscles tense for release, but before he does, I pull his hand away, pinning it above his head.

“Naughty boy.” I whisper against his ear, grabbing the lobe with my teeth before sucking and pulling on it.

When I look back to Niall’s face, I see he has tears in his eyes and it honestly makes me feel horribly guilty, looking at him begging like this.

“Please, please, please,” He wimpers, blue eyes a dark shade and cock twitching uncomfortably against my thigh.

“Watch me.” I whisper in his ear.

He nods and I see him become more alert.

“Wait, Harry!” Niall grabs my arm before I can finish him off.

“I want to try something.” Niall says gently as he pulls my face towards himself, sucking on my lips and kissing me harshly.

“I want to do the 69 thing.” He murmurs when we pull apart.

“Ni, I don’t feel like having a blowwy today.” I whine, turning down the perfect offer.

“No, I wanna give you a rim job to prepare you. Please.” Niall whimpers as he grabs the bottle of lube and his hand cups my arse.

“I’ve wanted to see what this was like for ages.” I whisper, kissing his lips and turning around, throwing my leg over his chest and bending over so I am level with his throbbing cock.

“Can you reach?” I ponder.

I’m answered with a warm tongue circling around my hole; it already makes me grip the sheets in anticipation.

“Finish me off sweet-cheeks.” Niall murmurs, pushing a slick, wet finger into me and making me cry out in pleasure when he instantly finds my g-spot.

Instead of answering, I engulf his length in my mouth, stopping occasionally when my pleasure overrides me but when Niall starts thrusting his hips up to me, I suck and massage his balls to the best of my ability, creaming him through his whole-body orgasm, not even minding that he was bringing tears to my eyes at how deep he’s going.

When the last spurt of come left Niall, I could feel his dick go limp in my mouth. I pulled away, sucking on the slit a little, evoking a whine from Niall before focusing on my own pleasure.

I feel Niall’s fingers as they slowly fuck in and out of me and I push my arse back onto his fingers, feeling the friction of my dick rubbing in-between my stomach and his pecks.

I finally spurt ribbons of come down Niall’s chest as he breathes a heavy sigh and pulls his scissoring fingers and lethal tongue away from me. He leaves me with one last kiss on the skin between my member and hole before he pushes my exhausted body off him.

“Baby.” Niall beckons with his fatigued form.

I swivel round so my chest is pressed against his side, my fingers on his hip and my cheek on his shoulder, tucked into his neck.

“Give me 5 minutes.” I ask, kissing his cheek and getting my breathing back under control.

“I think I need 10, I still can’t think straight after that one.” Niall mumbles, his hand resting on my thigh as he hitches my leg over his waist.

“If you get close but prolongue the orgasm, you’re seeing stars baby.” I inform him, slowly coming down from my high.

“I’ll have to try that with you next time.” Niall whispers, turning on his side to me and pressing our hips together.

I push my leg in-between his, getting our flaccid members closer before nipping on Niall’s bottom lip gently.

(AN: gif of this magnificent kiss on the side *swoon*) I close my eyes and gently brush my lips against Niall’s bottom lip, capturing them a little as he traps my top lip between his own. We pull our lips away, and I move to his top lip, ghosting my lips along his before properly kissing him there. We pull apart a little way but just by the way I can feel his breath on lips I know he’s got his lips parted, just waiting for my tongue. I poke my tongue against his top set of teeth, moving it around until I feel his warm, warm mouth envelope my tongue as he takes me into his mouth.

We share our open mouthed kisses; tongues mixing together in such a way that makes my worn out length harden again, harden for the boy in my arms.

“Please kiss me like that for the rest of my life.” Niall sighs when we break apart to breathe deeply.

“Happily.” I answer, repeating the actions from earlier until Niall gets too impatient for me and suddenly I’m underneath him and groaning because I can see the muscles in his arms holding him up as he thrusts, his abdomen tensing as I look between us.

“We should do this more often-“I am quietened my Niall’s lips capturing mine before dropping them for a breath.

“-Gives you such a work out. “ I breathe, running my hands up his back and over his strong shoulder muscles, bulging and writhing beneath his creamy skin.

“C’mon baby.” I whisper, kissing him as I push his bum down towards my entrance, he seems to get the idea and not a moment later I feel his tip pushing against my already slackened entrance.

“Can I?” Niall questions, opening his eyes and halting his movements to look at me.

“Definitely.” I whisper, pulling him towards me with a hand behind his neck and my lips falling open in a silent scream.

“C’mon Bear, let me in.” Niall murmurs, kissing in the crook of my neck and sucking a love bite there as my walls relax around him and his hips snap forward to brush against my prostate.

“I’m not gonna last longer Ni, I’m wrecked after earlier.” I tell him, feeling my walls tense a little when Niall goes slowly into me.

He pulls out of me with so much care and precision in his muscles that I almost cry witnessing his muscle definition. He pushes back in again letting out a groan when I tense my muscles around him, squeezing him just how he likes it.

“Keep going love, you’ve got it.” I encourage him with a hand on his cheek when his arms tremble beneath him from the exertion.

“I’m gonna come Hazzy.” The nickname falls from Niall’s lips so beautifully, yet I don’t have a chance to respond because I feel his warm come fill me.

It’s enough to send me over the end as I shake and thrust up into Niall, rutting against him as he whispers in my ear to coach me through my high.

“I love you so much.” Niall breathes as he collapses on my chest, pulling gently out of me and I hiss at the loss of contact.

“Je ne sais pas, je t’aime tellement plus.”

“Did you just speak French Monsieur Styles?” Niall says with a wonderfully seductive accent.

“I learnt it especially for you.” I lean over to him, my forearm the other side of his head as I kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and licking into his soft, moist, warm, hot..

Niall pulls away, interrupting my thoughts.

“Go on then, what does it mean?” Niall whispers against me before dropping back to the pillows beneath him and massaging my shoulder in order for me to lie down next to him.

“It means ‘I don’t know, I love you so much more.’” I laugh, earning myself a slap on the back of my head before he wraps his arm around my neck and pulls me to him, pecking the top of my head before running his hand through my hair and rolling onto his side to cuddle up to me.

“Although I definitely don’t agree, I appreciate the sentiment.” Niall says matter-of-factly.

“Shut up and sleep.” I whisper, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Niall hums into my neck and grabs the blanket, pulling it over our bare bodies and cuddling into me further.

“Love you.” I comment, looking sleepily at him.

“Love you.” Niall answers, letting me wrap my arm around him as he rests his head on my bicep.

“Happy Birthday Lover, I hope you had a wonderfully perfect day because spending my day with you is my idea of heaven.” I say overly-cheesily but meaning every word.

“Don’t be such a goof H.” Niall laughs, squeezing me hip bone with his fingers and burying his head in the crook of my neck.

I wince as he hits my relatively new and still sore love bite, drawing immediate attention to it.

“You’ll have to hide that tomorrow.” Niall whispers, running his finger gently over the spot before pecking it.