Chapter Sixteen

                                    

                                          
Niall woke up with a warm, fuzzy feeling in his tummy. Harry had turned around in his sleep so he had his face tucked in Niall's neck and his arms around Niall's waist, holding him tightly. Niall smiled and squeezed Harry closer to him. Then, he leaned back a bit and admired Harry's face. He rested his hand softly on Harry's cheek and traced Harry's red lips with his thumb. Harry's mouth was slightly open and if Niall listened closely, he could hear soft snores. 
                          

                          
His hand travelled further and Niall was so busy with caressing Harry's face that he didn't see Harry's plump lips forming a smile. Harry didn't want to interrupt Niall in what he was doing so he kept his eyes shut and focussed on the feeling of Niall's hands against his skin.
                          

                          
After a minute, Niall noticed Harry's smile and he softly giggled. He pressed a kiss to Harry's lips and nudged his nose with Harry's.
                          

                          
''Morning,'' Niall lazily smiled. 
                          

                          
''Hi,'' Harry answered as he finally opened his eyes.
                          

                          
The first thing Harry saw were Niall’s blue eyes burning a hole in his face. He felt his cheeks heat up so he buried his head in the crook of Niall's neck again. Niall giggled and hugged Harry close to his body.
                          

                          
''Hey, where's my good morning-kiss?'' he cheekily asked.
                          

                          
''I can't give you one,'' Harry mumbled against Niall's skin.
                          

                          
Niall gasped. ''Why not?'' he said as he began to stroke Harry's hair.
                          

                          
''Because... I have morning breath,'' Harry almost whispered. He didn't even know why he was embarrassed.
                          

                          
''But me too so that's okay,'' Niall chuckled. ''Now come here, my lips are waiting.''
                          

                          
Harry shyly raised his head and leaned in. Niall closed the gap between them and pushed his lips on Harry's. They kissed lazily for a few minutes and their bodies were glued together. Harry smiled in the kiss and with a last peck, he pulled away. Niall sighed and kissed Harry's cheek happily. 
                          

                          
''Alright, let's take a shower and get some breakfast, yeah?'' Niall suggested.
                          

                          
''Yeah, sounds good!'' Harry agreed. ''Do you want to shower first?''
                          

                          
''You know... We could save water and shower together...?'' Niall blushed.
                          

                          
''Err, but, I-I don't... I'm not...'' Harry stuttered.
                          

                          
''Just shower, Harry. Nothing more,'' Niall brushed his thumb over Harry's burning cheek.
                          

                          
''O-okay,'' Harry tried to sound confident. Harry had never been in a relationship before so, obviously, he was still a virgin. He knew Niall took things slowly and he liked that because he wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet. And taking a shower together wouldn't hurt, right?
                          

                          
So Niall grabbed Harry's hand, took two clean boxers from Harry's drawer and guided him to the bathroom. When they arrived, Niall walked to the shower and turned it on. He tested the water with his hand and when he was satisfied he walked back to Harry.