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Do you know anyone with fake relationship? Thanks :)
naillislife said:Do you any fic where they hate each other and have a fake relationship Thanks :)
Fake/Pretend Relationship
confirmations by missingheadache
Niall looks at him, then, at the way his bottom lip is sticking out in a pout that without a doubt will come across as the start of a playful banter if they leave it at that and get moving. He stops thinking, leans forward on instinct before he gently sinks his teeth into the flesh and tugs lightly before he closes his lips around it, sucking the curve of Harry’s smile into his mouth and pressing forward until he earns a soft hum in response.
And that’s what really sets it off.
Or: Niall thinks the best way to drag attention away from the news of Harry’s sexuality is to pretend to date him.
What’s A Fella T’ Do? by iwanna_seeyou_undoit
Harry doesn’t own any trousers that don’t have holes in them, Niall is the only one who can drive, and they definitely aren’t shagging.
so it goes by tomlinshaw
“So,” Harry starts when he catches himself staring at Niall’s mouth too long. “There’s something I didn’t tell you.”
“What?” Niall grumbles, voice groggy as he rubs his eyes.
Now’s the time, he supposes. Never isn’t an option anymore. “My mum thinks we’re dating.”
There’s silence.
Or, Niall and Harry pretend to date.
if I got a condo on a cloud then I guess you can stay at my place by orphan_account
“I think I can make it. Wait so are we gonna have to hold hands and stuff?” Niall asks Harry and Harry blushes and looks down at his feet awkwardly.
“I- you don’t have too. You can just hover.”–
Harry can’t just show up to his sister’s wedding where his ex boyfriend is going to be without somebody with him, I mean he can’t just loiter around the chocolate fountain. So that’s why he enlists Niall’s help.
Enemies to Lovers
Playing For Keeps by kryptonarry
Niall and Harry hate each other, so naturally the have sex with each other to prove it.
he is the lamb, she is the slaughter by trishapocalypse
“Niall, what did you do to me?” Harry repeated, quieter, slower than normal, and he looked up at Niall from under his eyelashes.
Niall froze, reaching a hand up to rub at his eyes, blinking rapidly as he stared at Harry. “What’s that?”
“This?” he asked, gesturing towards his chest. “Oh, you know, just breasts!” he snapped, picking up the pillow and throwing it back at Niall. “What did you do to me?!”
(Or: the one where Harry wakes up a girl and it’s clearly Nail’s fault.)
While There’s Still Something Left by Urbanizayntion
Quietly he picks the gun up by his knee, thumbing the safety off and he wonders if this is being analytical. Zayn is slow to walk around, and Niall tries to slip out but his foot catches on the cord of the alarm clock, ripping it off the nightstand.
“Fuck,” Niall says, getting on his knees pointing his gun only the person standing turns around and is pointing a gun at him and its not Zayn its- “Harry?!”
“Niall?!” Harry’s finger is on the trigger and he’s wearing something close to a disguise, “what the fuck are you doing here?”
“What the fuck am I doing here, what the fuck are you doing here?!”
“My job,” and its then Niall realizes that Harry is holding a fucking gun standing in a hotel room like Niall is doing
Or, Niall and Harry are both assassins -and old fuck buddies- hired by competing firms to kill each other. (Mr. and Mrs. Smith au)
