Expect The Unexpected

Harry bounded into Niall’s bedroom and spotted the sleeping blonde. He crept up to the bed and jerked the covers back in one swift motion. Immediately his eyes latched onto something unusual.

“Niall! Niall! Niall! Is that a hard on?” Harry asked, before falling into a laughing fight that almost caused him to go for a slash on himself.

Niall’s eyes snapped open and he took in the situation going on around him. Harry fell off the bed laughing and Niall quickly adjusted himself. Sure enough he was apparently very excited.

“Get out of here you, oaf!” Niall shouted to Harry who was still busting a gut laughing.

“Oh, Niall, I was starting to wonder if you nothing floated your boat, but apparently something floated it nicely!” Harry said climbing up to his feet, laughter threating to bubble from his lips again.

Niall rolled his eyes at what Harry did there. If he wasn’t so embarrassed he might have actually laughed at how funny that was. “Bugger off,” Niall grumbled.

“I came to tell you breakfast is ready, but you might be a bit late because of that thing,” Harry said walking backwards and pointed to Niall’s crotch.

“Out. Now,” Niall thundered adjusting himself again.

Harry held up his hands. “Okay, okay, I’m going. Just breakfast, okay?”

Niall groaned in frustration slamming back onto his bed. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. He had been having a dream before Harry woke him up. The boys were backstage at a show and then they left Niall and Liam alone. As soon as the guys were gone Liam jumped onto Niall’s lap. Niall just sat there, unmoving, not knowing what to do. Then Liam was all over him, biting, kissing, and touching places Niall never thought would feel so good. He was really starting to get into it when Harry’s voice broke through collapsing his dream around him, but unfortunately not destroying the physical reaction the dream had caused.

Niall stomped into the bathroom and went for a slash to get rid of the evidence of his truly disturbing dream. Even as he walked down to breakfast he couldn’t shake the feelings from his dream. He had felt like he was on cloud nine, but that was wrong. Liam was one of his best mates and he was a boy. Not a girl.

“So, Niall, what were you dreaming about?” Harry asked from his stop on the counter top.

The other boys started cackling, falling over on themselves, save Liam. He just sat at the table eating the French Toast he made. Niall felt a little bit of relief in that.

He could never tell them what his dream really consisted of. They would absolutely make a laughing stock of the blonde. He frowned before answering. “I don’t remember my dream.”

“Was it about that girl? That Katharine,” Zayne inquired.

Niall swallowed his bit of French Toast and realized it was his out. He could just pawn it off on that poor girl and not reveal his racy dream about his best mate. The very mate his fans joked about the two having a ‘bromance.’ The very mate that he had a date with the other day.The very mate that monopolized his every thought these past few days.

He shook his head and replied, “Yeah, now that you mention it. I think it was about here, but I don’t remember the details. I think she was just wearing that apron though.”

Harry barked a laugh. “You little horndog you,” he said jumping off the counter and patted the blonde’s shoulder.

Niall stole a glance at Liam.

Liam was eyeing Niall sceptically. He didn’t believe it for a moment. Niall had shown very little interest in the Irish knockout, which Liam thought was odd. It didn’t make sense for him to dream about her. No, his dream had to be about something else. Something that was far too embarrassing for Niall to tell. He had a feeling it must have been about one of the four boy’s sisters. That had to be the only logical explanation.

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