Falling

                                    

                                          
Harry's POV 
                          
After I get back from my date with Louis, I immediately text Niall. I'm so excited that I'm smiling ear to ear, and people have been giving me weird looks on the train. In New York, people hardly ever smile, especially if they're alone. I'm pretty sure onlookers think I'm mentally deranged, but I couldn't care less. I'm way too happy to be bothered. 
                          
Once I'm above ground and en route to my apartment, I take out my phone to text Niall. It's dark out now - nearly 11pm according to my phone, which means that I was over Louis' for three hours. Three hours of pure bliss...
                          
To my surprise, Niall answers me back immediately.
                          
Harry: I just got back from the date with that guy I was telling you about 
                          
Niall: Louis?! Oh yeah - how was he? 
                          
Harry: Yea.... he was super sweet and cute! super short though, haha
                          
Niall: Wow. That's awesome, and lol. How'd it go?
                          
Harry: So good. I got really nervous and was making inappropriate jokes... he was super confident though, and he took me to the park after and kissed me. And then... fuck Niall don't judge but...
                          
Harry: I went home with him 
                          
Niall: OMG
                          
Niall: AND?
                          
Harry: Well, he took me to his aunt's house in a suburban part of Queens. It was kinda far, but I was so down for him I did't care. We cuddled on the train and he held my hand on the walk to his house. He was being all awkward showing me around and stuff inside the house, but as soon as we got to the bedroom I got naked 
                          
Niall: HARRY OMG 
                          
Harry: I may seem shy in Spanish class.... but I guess you could say I'm a fiesty one. Hehehe
                          
Harry: But yea - we didn't have sex. I still haven't done it with a guy. But I blew him... or I tried to. I laughed a lot during it 
                          
Niall: HAROLD 
                          
Harry: I know... I get nervous. But I also really like him! And guess what? He asked me to keep on dating.... 
                          
Niall: Wow... are you gonna?
                          
Harry: I said yes! He will be back in NY during the winter break, so I'll see him in a month
                          
Niall: Dope. I'm so happy for you man! 
                          
Harry: Thanks. Ah, sorry to rant so much I just had to tell someone 
                          
Niall: No worries. I love hearing the details 
                          
Harry: Awesome. Ah. How was your weekend?
                          
Niall: Good, visited my sister in Connecticut. We had turkey and all that. Nothing too exciting
                          
Harry: haha, well it must have been good to see her though. 
                          
After I unlock my door and get inside, I continue the conversation with Niall, answering and asking questions here and there. But my mind is elsewhere. 
                          
I walk into the bathroom and begin to strip down for a shower, blushing as I notice three large purple bruises on my neck. Even the intricate tattoos tracing my torso hail in comparison - all my eyes can focus on are the hickies, deep, dark reminders of my time with Louis. A time I would most never forget. 
                          
Sighing, I hop into the shower and allow the warm water to drip onto me, rinsing away the sweat and dirt. Honestly, I don't really want to shower - his smell is still on me, and I don't want it to go away. I want to be able to smell him, always.