Niall didn't know what to do. He'd never seen his boyfriend like this. Harry was always so happy. Cheeky, but happy. Right now he was pacing back and forth, grabbing handfuls of hair in his hands, and hitting his fists into the wall.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Shut up!" Niall flinched in shock and his mouth fell open. Harry never talked to him like that. Harry looked almost crazy, eyes bloodshot, in all black.

"What did I do?"

Harry looked at to him then, with surprise all over his face. "What?" He came over and held Niall's face in his hands, "Oh God, honey, nothing. It's not you," Harry leaned in and kissed Niall hard. Too hard. Niall made a sound of protest, but Harry just held his face tighter.

Niall pushed on his chest and Harry fell back a step, breathing hard. "What the hell, Harry."

"I fucking need you, Ni," Harry came back to kiss him, but Niall held his face a couple inches away.

"What's wrong?"

Harry's eyes got darker, like just thinking about whatever was plaguing Harry's beautiful mind was hurting him. "I, I'm so lost," he confessed in a dead voice.

Niall ran his hands into Harry's hair, "What do you mean, love?"

Harry was shaking his head and looking at Niall with a sadness he'd never seen in those eyes before. "I don't deserve you."

"That's not true. You're amazing. You're perfect for me."

Harry pulled Niall close and tucked his head into the curve of Niall's neck. "I'm so sorry."

"What happened?" Harry was shaking his head again and didn't answer. "Haz, what happened?"

"She didn't mean anything." Niall froze in Harry's arms. Harry must have felt it because he fisted Niall's sweater in his hands and held him tight. "I didn't want to. I don't even remember it."

Niall couldn't move, couldn't think. Couldn't make sense of what Harry wasn't saying. "What?" Harry wouldn't pull back so Niall tugged against his grip. "What did you do?"

Harry let his hands fall in defeat and couldn't look Niall in the eye when he said, "Some girl. After the concert last week. I went out with Liam and Zayn and we got smashed. I don't remember her, but she sent me some pictures the next day of us."

"Let me see."

Harry was caught off guard by Niall's request. "No. No I couldn't do that to you."

"Let me see the fucking pictures, Harry."

Harry's hands were twitching in debate, "You don't want me to."

"I do. I want to see it." He didn't want to. He knew he didn't. But he had to. He couldn't not see it. To prove that Harry couldn't possibly be telling the truth. "Give me your phone."

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to hand it to Niall. Niall unlocked it and flicked through his messages until he saw it.

There he was.

The angle was her point of view. She must've been sitting on something because she had one leg propped up and the other spread out. Harry was on his knees between her legs, face buried, eating her out. He nearly gagged but swiped to the next. It hurt more than the first. It was barely different, but in this one Harry was looking up at her, and the camera, with those eyes.

Those eyes that he looked up at Niall with. Those eyes that were dark with lust and need whenever he sucked Niall off. He loved the way Harry's eyes looked when he was on his knees for him.

Niall inhaled a shaky breath and felt his eyes start to water. No. He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't-The tears spilled over onto his cheeks. They felt like fire against his skin. He gripped the phone tight in his hand and turned away.

He wanted to hate him. He was so angry, but even more, he was so hurt. Like everything Harry'd ever said was null and void. He could feel the venom of betrayal flooding his veins.

"How'd she taste?" Niall spat out. As soon as he said it, the sound of words itched under his skin.

"Don't you dare." Niall turned at the sound of steal in Harry's voice. "I love you. This is nothing in comparison to how much I love you." Harry crowded Niall back against the wall, "Don't pretend like this changed how much I love you."

Niall put a hand to Harry's chest but didn't push him away. He could barely sees through his tears and he could feel how fast Harry's heart was beating. "I don't know. How do I know?"

Harry pushed him harder into the wall, "Don't you dare fucking doubt me, Niall. I can't apologize enough for this, I know that. But I refuse to let you doubt what you know."

Niall cupped his hand around the back of Harry's neck, pulled him close, and set their foreheads together. "I want to believe you."

"Let me prove it," Harry nearly growled.

Niall took a long moment, looking at Harry's eyes and trying to see the eyes in the photo, but he didn't. All he saw was Harry. The same Harry that he wrote songs with that will never be heard. The same Harry that he taught how to play guitar.

"You can try," Niall allowed.

Harry took his permission and slid a hand up his back, making Niall arch in his touch. His ass pressed into the wall and his chest pressed into Harry's. He kissed him with everything that was floating around inside his head. The guilt. The confusion. He just needed to show Niall that he still loved him.

He slid his hand back down and squeezed his cheek, making Niall moan into his mouth. Harry leaned into Niall's ear and whispered, "Turn around."

Niall bucked into Harry before turning to face the wall. Harry man handled him into a posture he liked: legs spread, back curved, ass out, hands on the wall. Niall let his head fall to rest on the wall while Harry's hands roamed his body. Harry snuck under his shirt and scratch and the skin over Niall's abs. Niall arched harder off the wall and Harry hummed his approval before sliding his hand down to Niall's jeans.

He unbutton and zipped them down then slid his hand over the semi Niall was sporting. Niall groaned and rocked into Harry's hand. Harry pushed harder and massaged small circles into the fabric. He took his hand out and pulled Niall's jeans down to the floor, followed by his pants. He fell to his knees and kissed Niall's left cheek and then his right.

Niall bit back a needy sound when he felt Harry's mouth so close to his favorite spot. He did moan out when Harry spread his ass open and licked across his tight hole. Harry loved oral sex. It was probably one of his favorite things in the world. And the noises Niall made when he got eaten out or sucked off almost always sent Harry over the edge before he even had Niall inside him.

Niall didn't disappoint this time either. As soon as Harry set his lips to Niall he was rewarded was a high-pitched moan. Harry swirled his tongue along the puckered skin before pressing the tip of his tongue against the entrance. Niall grunted and pushed back on Harry's face, his face pressed against the wall and his eyes shut tight.

Harry smiled while he pushed his tongue inside Niall's hole. He loved the feeling of the tight muscle of his rim twitch against his tongue.

"Oh Jesus, Haz, yes."

Niall's accent was already taking over. His words became more vowels and less consonants, which only served to make Harry double his efforts and push his tongue in until he was stretching Niall wide around it.

"Shit, keep going." Harry curled his tongue and licked over Niall's little bundle. Niall moaned and encouraged, "Right there. Again." Harry obliged and pressed his tongue against the fleshy nub. Niall rocked back on Harry's face while a hand flew out and grabbed a handful of his curls, pushing his face deeper.

Harry played his tongue in figure eights, pressing hard into Niall's prostate with every swirl of his tongue. Niall was riding his face by the time he shouted out Harry's name and splashed the wall with his cum.

Harry sucked on his rim while he rode out his orgasm and then sat back, undid his pants, and tugged himself once and twice before groaning and coming over his hand. Niall turned around and fell to the floor, his legs splayed out on either side of Harry's waiting form.

They both waited until Niall caught his breath and then Harry spoke up, "Thank you."

Niall shook his head, "If you think you're done then you're wrong," and rushed forward to grab Harry and pull him to the bed.

Harry fell back and pulled Niall down with him. Niall pushed his legs between Harry's and wasted no time in stripping harry of his clothes and sticking a dry finger inside him. Harry groaned and spread his legs.

"You're such a whore, Harry. You go give it to some slut at a club and then can't wait to take more from me," Niall growled.

Harry moaned and threw his head back into the pillows. "Ni, I'm so sorry."

"No you're not. You got what you wanted. You can have anyone you want, can't you?"

Harry was shaking his head in denial. "Just you."

Niall bent down and licked over Harry's hole and his fingers before pushing a second one in. "Just me what?"

"You," Harry whined, "Only want you."

"Could've fooled me, Styles." Niall was pumping his fingers in a rough pace, jamming into Harry's prostate.

"Oh God, babe, please. Fuck me."

"No."

Harry's head popped up, "What?"

"You can't have me. Not tonight."

Harry rolled his hips back on Niall's fingers, "Please, Ni. Please don't do this."

Niall reached a hand back and brought it down on Harry's thigh with a smack, "Don't you dare," Niall mocked his words. "You cheated on me!" Niall nearly screamed, "If I say you can't have me then you can't have me."

Harry nodded quickly and stretched his foot down to wrap around Niall's leg. He pulled on his leg, urging him to come closer, and Niall relented. He scooted forward so Harry's thighs were laid over Niall's while Niall pumped his fingers furiously inside Harry's sore hole. Harry came with a scream and his nails embedded into the skin on this leg.

Niall didn't take his fingers out but instead took Harry in his hand and licked over his still wet head. Harry whimpered and flinched back from Niall's grip, which only made Niall pull him harder. Harry squirmed and gripped the sheets.

"Ni, it hurts."

"Good. I hope it hurts as much as you hurt me."

Harry whined and choked a quiet, saddened sound. "Hurts," was all he could get out.

Niall felt some of his anger fade and his love return. He leaned over and kissed Harry's knee while he slowly moved his hand up and down Harry twitching length. Harry breathed deep so he could lay there and take what Niall was giving him.

"Look at you," Niall awed, "Such a slut. It hurts, but you still love it."

"Yeah, Ni, I love it so much."

Niall twisted his wrist and Harry came for the third time with just a dribbled that trickled down onto Niall's fingers. Niall fell to his side, his sticky hand laid on Harry sticky stomach. Harry just let out a shaky breath and nuzzled his head closer to Niall.

Niall pulled Harry in by the waist and bit his neck lightly, "I'm so mad at you."

"As long as you love me," Harry whispered.

"I love you."