My Sister's Boyfriend ◾ Ziall [EDITING]

Chapter 16

• NIALL •

 I feel weird hanging around with Zayn after everything that has happened between us and because of me. I just don't know what to do around him anymore. It's like we are total strangers, yet I just want to tell him everything.

 "What's got you so worried, babe?" Zayn asks.

 There he goes again with the 'babe' thing.

 "Niall?"

 I look at him. "Huh?"

 "You spaced out."

 "Oh. Sorry."

 "What are you so worried about?'

 "I feel like we're strangers, Zee. I don't like it."

 "You have that feeling too?"

 "I've had it for a while, and I fucking hate it."

 "Language."

 "Damn the 'language' shit, Zayn. I'm just sick and tired of everything."

 His eyes go wide. "Don't tell me..."

 "I do, Zee. I'm tired of this."

 "Don't you fucking dare!"

 I laugh. "Now who's the one swearing?"

 "Stop trying to change the subject!"

 "Stop trying to control me."

 "I'm not, babe. Trust me."

 "Stop calling me that!"

 "What? 'Babe'?"

 "Yes!"

 "Why?"

 "If we were together, I would understand. We're not. So just stop it!"

 His face falls. "Oh. Sorry."

 "Sorry. It wasn't meant to come out that way."

 "It sure seemed like it."

 "I'm so sorry, Zaynie."

 "Stop."

 "Zaynie..."

 "Fucking Hell, Niall! STOP IT!"

 "Why?!"

 "I don't need you whinging and whining to me! I already have two fucking sisters that do that! I don't need someone else! You're my age, Niall, and yet you act like you are five sometimes! Why do you do that-"

 I cut him off by kissing him and fisting his raven hair in my hands. Zayn flails for a second before kissing me back. Or mouths move in sync and I tug on his hair, eliciting a moan from him. He grips my waist tightly in his hands and pulls me closer.

 He pulls away for air and moves his mouth along my jaw and down my throat, placing kisses where ever he can. He finds my sweet spot and I let out an involuntary moan, causing Zayn to smirk. He bites down on my sweet spot and I let out a louder moan.

 "Z-Zayn," I groan.

 "What do you want, Niall?" Zayn growls.

 "You."

 "How so?"

 "I just want you."

 "Not now, babe."

 I whimper.

 "Haz and Lou are going to be back soon."

 "Too late," Louis mumbles.

 I look towards the door and see two wide-eyed boys standing there. I feel my face go scarlet and I bury my face in Zayn's shirt. Zayn just chuckles and ruffles my hair. I glare at him and he does it again. I mess up his hair and dart behind Louis.

 "NIALL!" Zayn yells. "YOU'RE DEAD!"

 I whimper. "Zaynie..."

 "I gave you a warning, babe."

 "No."

 He grabs me around the waist and throws me onto the bed. I yell out 'no' over and over again but he ignores me. His hands find there way to my sides and my eyes go wide. He wouldn't. I take one look at him and I know that he will.

 "Zaynie!" I protest.

 Zayn digs his fingers into my sides and I squeal with laughter. He starts tickling me and I squirm under him, yelling at him to stop. Harry and Louis watch us with wide eyes and I start yelling at them to help me.

 "L-Louis!" I laugh. "H-Help!"

 Louis nods. "I'm coming!"

 Harry and Louis tackle Zayn to the side and I manage to get up, my sides aching and my face wet with tears of laughter. Zayn soon starts laughing and I see Harry and Louis tickling him. I join in and Zayn soon gives in, pleading for us to stop.

 "S-STOP!" Zayn cries, laughter echoing through his room. "P-PLEASE!"

 I snap my fingers and Louis and Harry stop tickling Zayn. They back away and Zayn sits up, wincing at the ache on his sides. He looks at me and we burst out laughing. Harry and Louis soon join in and we are all soon crying like idiots.

 "Oh the fun we have together," Louis and Harry chuckle.

 "Larry!" I mutter.

 "We need a name for you and Zee," Louis announces.

 "Umm..."

 "Nayn?"

 "Nope."

 "Zeil?"

 I punch him. "I hate you!"

 "Ouch! It was a joke, mate!"

 "How about 'Ziall'?" Harry asks.

 I nod. "Ziall Horlik and Larry Stylinson."

 "That'll work."

 "Wait until Liam, Desire, Nynke and Marcie hear about this!" Zayn laughs. "Waliyha, Matt and Josh too!"

 I look at him. "They'll know soon."

 "How?"

 "All the PDA."

 "Do you think so?"

 I shake my head. "I know so."

 Zayn kisses me softly and Louis lets out a little cheer. I look at Harry and he pulls Louis in for a kiss. Zayn and I whoop and Louis pulls away from Harry, blushing a bright scarlet. He raises his hands in surrender and Harry sneaks in another short kiss.

 I lean my head on Zayn's shoulder. "I love hanging out with you and our mates."

 Zayn kisses my head. "I love hanging out with you."

 "You're forgetting many people."

 "And our friends."

 "There it is!"

 "Ha ha ha."

 "Stop being so sarcastic, love."

 He raises his eyebrow. "'Love'?"

 "You call me 'babe' and 'Nialler'."

 "What's that got to do with anything?"

 "I get to call you 'love' and 'Zaynie'."

 "Fine."

 "YAY!"