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Harry really doesn’t want to be at this party. He doesn’t want to be handed drinks and he really doesn’t want to be dragged into the circle on the floor. Mostly, he doesn’t want to be asked questions in front of people he really doesn’t like.
But Louis is there, pulling on his wrist until he sits, smiling bright and happy as he shoves another (illegal) drink into Harry’s empty hands. He winks as Harry glances at all of the people seated around and stops short when he sees him.
Niall is there, in all of his blonde hair and blue eyed glory. He’s sitting cross-legged next to Zayn and Liam, head thrown back in a laugh. Harry wants to cry, he’s just so pretty.
They start the game and soon, there are shouts and gasps and kisses being tossed around, crazy boys doing stupid things and girls giggling along in ways they think are cute (they’re not).
Louis gets called on and he takes a dare, has to eat something absolutely disgusting. He looks to Harry and the curly haired boy has to hide his face because Louis knows.
He know that Harry has a big, stupid crush on the one and only Niall Horan and he’s going to use it against him, no questions asked.”Harry, darling.”
Harry groans. “Truth or Dare? Hmm?” If he says dare he’ll probably have to kiss Niall. If he says truth, he’ll have to say who he likes. Shit.
He goes doe-eyed, “Um. Dare?” Might as well get it while you can.
"I, Louis Tomlinson, Dare you, Harry Styles, to kiss one Mr.Niall Horan. And i don’t mean any of this cute little peck on the lips. Kiss him, proper." Harry blinks and looks up at Niall, who shrugs and beckons him over.
"Let’s have at it then, love." Harry has to stop himself from launching over at Niall, but he can’t blamed if he scrambles a little quickly because he is a growing teenaged boy.
Niall’s lips are soft and he’s tastes a bit like beer and maybe something else like mint gum. They kiss slowly, putting on a bit of a show, brushing their lips together over and over again.
Harry gasps when Niall’s tongue reaches out to brush his bottom lip and suddenly he’s making out with his crush and wow okay, hey, he’s so not going to be the one to back away. Apparently, neither is Niall because Harry is being bodily pulled into the blonde’s lap.
He startles and backs up a bit, wide eyed with bring, swollen lips. Everybody around them is clapping and cheering, letting out wolf-whistles. Both boys flush before Niall speaks, quickly and quietly, “So I’ve thought you were cute since, like, forever and that jsut happened, and please tell we can do it again.”
Harry nods so fast Niall fears whiplash and then they’re kissing again and then being thrown into another room to continue what they’ve started.
Niall laughs, later, when it’s all over and Harry looks curiously looks at him, “‘s so funny?”
"Stupid teenage love. It’s so great."
"We’re stupid and still in high school and wow okay, you’re really cute."
"Nialler," Harry says, practically dangling over the back of the couch in an attempt to get the blond’s attention. "Knock knock."
"No," says Niall curtly, pulling the blanket over his head and trying to go back to sleep.
"Knock knock," Harry insists. He finally topples over the couch and lands on the Niall-shaped lump. He loops his arms around his boyfriend and nuzzles into the curve of his shoulder.
Niall groans. “Who’s there?” He’s barely audible through the cotton.
Harry’s lips curve into a grin. He says, in his best imitation of a Southern drawl, “M’damn stars, you’re beautiful.”
There is a second’s pause. Then, Niall peeks out from the blankets, all blue eyes and tousled hair and grumpy pout, and allows Harry closer. Pleased with the outcome, Harry leans down and kisses him.
"Idiot," Niall mumbles, but he kisses back anyway.
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Liam doesn’t do this. He really really doesn’t do this! He doesn’t do one night stands and random hook ups and, yet, here he is. Lying in bed. Beside a stranger. The only thing he knows about this guy, other than the fact that he’s a dyed blonde, is that his name is Niall.
Oh, and he’s a pledge for Alpha Kappa Psi and can really fucking hold his alcohol. Unlike Liam. Which explains why he is just lying there, snoozing, while Liam feels like he’s slowly being scalped and his head has swollen to ten times its normal size and his mouth tastes positively like ass. Which, obviously, Liam knows what tastes like. Obviously (he doesn’t).