Tell Me You Love Me: A Ziall Horlik Story

Chapter 2

~~~The last chapter was a little short so I I'm gonna try to make the next chapters a bit longer :) Enjoy -Arielle :) ~~~

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***Niall's POV***

I sat in the living room with the others. I was in deep about what I had saw in Zayn's room. I had walked pass his room and I heard a moan. I opened the door quietly and peeked in his room to check if he was alright. However Zayn was sleeping but what I noticed is that he was bucking his hips slightly. I could tell that that he was not dreaming of butterflies and fairies. A quiet moan escaped his lips and his member was getting harder and harder by the second.

"Oh f**k Niall" he moaned. My breath hitched. I couldn't believe what I just heard. Zayn just moan what I believed to be my name. I stood there for a minute, shocked. I soon closed the door quietly not wanting to wake Zayn up from whatever dream he was having and left, heading back to the living room. The others were still there, laughing ans talking and to paying attention to what was showing on the TV. Not five minutes after I sat there sinking into my thoughts it was interrupted by a...

"Hey guys." Zayn said, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. His voice was still scratchy. "So what's going on?" He asks sitting beside Liam.

"Well we were watching TV but Niall was in very deeps thoughts just a minute ago." Liam said. The last part came out more like a whisper for only Zayn to hear but Liam sucks at whispering so naturally everyone else heard him.

"Huh? What? I- I- Uh- " I stuttered and then after a while gave up. Zayn looked at me with a smirk. I turned away from him feeling my cheeks burn. I was blushing. Because of that smirk Zayn gave me? No, no way! It was probably just the embarrassment. I easily shoved that thought out of my away with a little shake of my head. I was just embarrassed is all.

I looked up to see Zayn biting his bottom lip and had a crease in his forehead as if he was thinking of something serious. I wonder if he was thinking about whatever his dream was. I was starting to believe it when. his eyes went wide with an unreadable expression on his face. Then all of a sudden he dashed off to the washroom and we heard the door slam.

"What's up with him?" Harry asked.

"Is he alright?" Louis chimed in.

No one said of did anything. All were now in thoughts probably rechecking to see if they had said or did something to upset him. I suddenly got up and made my way to the bathroom and knocked.

"Zayn? You okay in there mate?" I asked I was so worried and concerned about Zayn. Sure he probably thought of me in a way that he shouldn't be but that was not gonna stop me from talking to him and being one of his best friends.

"Uh yeah I'm okay" he answered shortly after. His voice came out a bit shaky so I knew he was not okay.

"You sure? You fine?" I asked

" Yeah really, I'm fine." he responded.

"Okay. If you need someone to talk to, you know I'm here." I reassured him. I hope he really does talk to me, I wanna know what is going on in that skull of his, not that I didn't know enough but I still wanted to find out more about the boy named Zayn Malik.

I went up to my room after I lied and told everyone that Zayn was okay, even though I knew that he wasn't. I didn't want the lads about Zayn. I picked up my guitar as soon as I entered my room and started to pluck and strum it creating melodic tunes. I was going back into my thoughts. The way Zayn moaned my name gave me a fluttery feeling that I know for sure I should not be happening. My heart did a little jump as the sound of his voice moaning name replayed itself in my head like a catchy lyric to a song. There might be a definite problem now. Zayn has always been pretty good with the girls but now I'm starting to see Zayn differently. I kept thinking about his moaning and I grew to like the sound of it escaping his lips. Two questions started to dance around in my head. Was Zayn gay? More importantly, am I starting to feel the same way?

***Zayn's POV***

I stood in the washroom leaning against the door, thinking about the dream i had earlier about Niall. I thought about the way he looked at me, the way he kissed me, the way he took my member all the way in his mouth. Suddenly I started to feel tight in my pants as I realized that my member had started to stiffen. Damn it! I couldn't believe that one of my best friends made me feel this way and I felt very disgusted towards myself. I stood there fighting the urge not to start jacking off to the memories of the dream about my best friend. Five minutes passed and I couldn't take it anymore. My mind had no control over my actions and I suddenly unzipped my pants and I let it drop to my ankles. My member was sticking out, ferociously threatening to burst through the fabric of my boxers. I pulled down my boxers and my extremely hardened me popped right up almost hitting my stomach. I placed my hand on my shaft, stroking it softly at the memory of Niall sucking me off and then getting on top of me. I started stroking faster and faster letting the memories play over in my head like a movie. I was starting to get closer to high. I closed my eyes and whispered a moan. I was so close to reaching my ultimate high when I heard a knock at the door.

"Zayn? You alright in there mate?" I recognized that sweet angelic voice. Niall. He sounded concerned and almost very worried.

"Umm, yeah I'm okay" I answered. My voice came out really shaky. I hope he didn't notice. I was shaking intensely. I still had my hand on my member, stroking it a little bit as I listened to the sound of his voice. I was trying so hard not to moan.

"You sure?" He asked me.

"Yeah really, I'm fine." I answered, trying to sound as calm as possible even though there were a million thoughts floating in my head.

" Okay. If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I'm here." I heard him say. With that, I heard him walk away and his footsteps faded down the hall.

Niall was such a good friend but for me just being friends didn't seem to be enough for me. I wrapped my hand around my member stroking it again, tempted to finish myself off. I continued to fantasize about that dream and about Niall. I started to whisper moans, not wanting the others to hear me. Within a minute or two, I came so hard into my hands. I had to clamp onto my bottom lip to fight the loud groan that threatened so desperately to escape my lips.

I looked down at my now limping member. All my juices were in my hand on some dropped on the floor. I cleaned up but I felt very disgusted at the fact that one of my guy best friends made me want to do all of this. On the other hand, a part of me wanted a lot more...

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A/N: Okay so Zayn is definitely having some sort of feelings for Niall. Anyway i hope you all enjoyed this chapter :) I am working on the 3rd chapter and i will update the story as much as possible :)