His Rage And His Hormones (Ziall) (BoyxBoy)

Prologue

I don't know how long we've been staring at each other, but who cares?

 

The only thing I care about is how I'm gonna continue being hard on him...

 

...when all he was giving me was this.

 

His longing, admiration and love for me through his expressive hazel eyes.

 

Those fucking expressive, almost pleading, brown eyes of his.

 

How the hell am I gonna resist them?

 

I feel weak under his stare, like always.

 

He had this control over me every moment his sight lands on me.

 

As if I'm paralyzed, unable to move or do anything under his watchful gaze.

 

Yes, he had been bad.

 

Very bad to me.

 

And I'd be a freaking idiot if I told you I wasn't hurt or affected at all.

 

Yes, we were not a couple, exclusively and publicly, but he and I both know a relationship beyond anyone's suspicions.

 

We've been doing it for months and it's really hard to wake up in the morning and realize that it's another day of hiding, of pretension, of lies.

 

I was fed up; I've had enough.

 

And seeing those bimbos swarming him every fucking morning twists that knife stuck in my heart.

 

As if our hidden relationship wasn't torture enough for me to endure.

 

I'm not saying that I hadn't had fun during those secret rendezvous we had under the bleachers, the locker rooms, the boys' restroom, the lab, the detention room on the ground floor, the fucking library and of course, our favorite spot, that sacred janitor's closet which started this all.

 

But for some reason, I wanted more.

 

I wanted us to be more than what we are!

 

I wanted us to stop being fuck-buddies all the time and at least talk about the possibilities.

 

Sure, the sex was awesome, like always, but it'd be nice if I can touch him in a different way.

 

Like touch him in a non-sexual manner.

 

Like hold hands, hug, cuddle perhaps or even kiss without overly-active teenage hormones inside us awake.

 

But he can't... or won't.

 

He had issues, I had mine.

 

Can it still work out?

 

When all he want is to play but now, all I want is to stay?

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Uh-oh! I'm sensing a Ziall breakup teaser here! Haha. Well heya there, reader-citizen of planet number three. As you can probably see, this is "Shit! He's Angry...And Horny?"'s sequel. If the title hasn't given you that clue yet, I dunno what will. LOL. Anyways, it would play around Niall having issues about the secret affair he and Zayn hides and Zayn playing the jerky jock oblivious of about every fucking thing known to mankind...except sex, sex and more sex (that horny bastard!). Plus, Josh our-ever-dearest-daddy Devine, would be stepping it up to get what he wants and I quote: "All he did was to seduce him and play tricks on him while all I did was to be by his side, protecting him...loving him! If he is capable of dumping him, I am capable of keeping him!"

*fans self*

Whooh Joshy-Josh, Josh! Take it easy, tiger! *purrrrrrs*

Well, I can say this much...it'll be pretty intuh-resting, this fanfic.

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-A X O L U S