Ziall Unexpected

Sleepover at Zayn's

Niall's pov

An hour later and the party's over. Some how all the guests convinced the parents to have a huge sleep over. The girls in the living room and the boys in the basement. Boys and girls are in pajamas they had run home to get and are now in the living room. Louis was sitting on Harry's lap on the air mattress kissing him. Gemma and her friend Lou was in charge of keeping the PDA down and making sure everyone was being appropriate. Larry should be glad they're in a corner. Anyways I was just happy I got a spot on the couch next to Zayn. Everyone had planned to watch a movie together in the living room then head to bed. Zayn was sat somewhat behind me and to my right with his arms around me. I snuggled in closer and pulled my knees up to my chest.

"I'm so glad you came to my party" Zayn whispered to me. He gently placed a kiss to my neck and stayed there.

"I'm glad I came as well" I told him hugging onto his arms.

"Alright guys settle down, I'm putting the movie on now and remember, I can see and hear everything your doing" Gemma spoke up as she eyes and pointed to Harry and Louis then to Perrie and Jade. Then she continued, "I'm watching you little bro" and everyone giggled. Zayn chuckled and pulled me closer.

The movie started but I simply wasn't interested. Zayn kept giving me kisses all up and down my neck and behind my ear. I tried to push him away a couple of times but it only resulted in him moaning in protest. So I just let him go but the thing is it's about an hour and a half into the movie and he won't stop.

I finally pushed him off and got up pulling him with me. I headed for the basement stairs and quietly opened the door. We were about halfway down the stairs when we heard, "mmm, oh God Harry!" then a few moments later, "ugh Louis" I turned to Zayn and we both went wide eyed then scrambled back up the stairs. I again quietly opened the door and slipped out with Zayn following.

I looked around for somewhere private but then Zayn pushed open the wall and dragged me into a small secret room. My hands with pink nails still in his. Soon after the door was closed I pushed Zayn against it while kissing him. He moaned in surprise but instantly kissed back as his hands flew to my waist. We both pulled back breathless.

"I'm supposed to be the one pushing you against doors not the other way around" he told me.

"well I don't give a fuck on how it's supposed to be" I told him kissing him roughly against the door. He moaned again and I felt something hardening against me. I realized he had a problem and smirked into the kiss. I pulled back and smiled knowingly at him.

"you've got a problem there Zaynie" I told him smirking while starting to have my own.

"yea, I can't help it. the prettiest girl I've ever seen is kissing me in my secret closet." he smiled as I frowned. 'he'll never know I'm really a boy who likes to dress like a girl' I thought to myself.

'unless you tell him' my conscious tells me. I shook my head at that thought.

"are you alright?" Zayn asked me kissing my neck. He must have turned us around because now I was backed into the door. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and tilted my head giving him more access to my neck. I wanted to live in this moment forever
and never have to tell him. This didn't help my other problem though.

"babe, are you okay?" he asked again pulling back and staring into my eyes. I looked into his golden eyes and saw nothing but love and concern. My eyes were watering knowing he'd never love the real me. He kissed my lips again and I closed my eyes. He nudged my lips getting me to move and I pulled on the back of his neck and played with his hair. He moaned again into my mouth as I tugged on his hair with my freshly sparkly pink nails.

"Niall, are you okay?" he asked again now looking confused.

"yea why?" I asked him.

"cause it seems like you've..... like you've a got, well this is crazy and I'm probably hallucinating or going crazy or something but uh.... it seems like you've got a problem too?" he asked/stated and paused before continuing, "this is the part were you tell me I'm crazy or laugh your ass off" I smiled and chuckled at him.

"uh Zayn, there is something I should
tell you." I told him unwrapping my legs around him but left my arms around his neck. He nodded and looked at me softly waiting for me to continue.

"ok, well this isn't easy but here goes. Zayn, I'm a boy not a girl" I whispered that last sentence. His face seemed blank and I got scared waiting for a reaction.

"Zayn please say something, I'm getting sca-" I was cut off by his lips pressed to mine. I was pushed against the door again so I rewrapped my legs around him. He pushed his lips roughly against mine and I moaned into his mouth. He pulled back and I spoke, "you're not mad?"

He shook his head and spoke, "I'm not mad at all, I think it's adorable. I'm also glad that now I don't have to tell my parents that I'm bi instead of gay. Telling them the first time was hard enough."

"wait, why were you questioning whether you are bi or gay?" I ask
getting jealous.

"cause you showed up here about a month ago lookin all hot and adorable making my old crush on Josh seem like a small phase" he answered kissing me again.

"oh, okay so you don't mind? I mean you don't care?" i asked surprised he was taking this so well.

"not at all, I love it I think it's absolutely adorable. But this just means I'll have to be even more protective of you." he told me pecking my lips an continued, "do you always dress like a girl though or what? what made you decide hey I'm gonna dress like a girl" he asked me.

"I just wanted to feel pretty and be able to dress up and wear make up. And get compliments like my sisters and mum and not get my cheeks pinches and being called handsome by all these old ladies anytime I had to go to one if my parents fancy parties." I told him honestly.

"well, I think your beautiful. Your absolutely gorgeous and I've never seen it, but I'm sure you look very handsome all fancied up in dress clothes" he told me pecking my lips.

"but that's it, I don't want that. I don't want to be told I'm handsome, I wanna be called pretty and complimented not 'handsome' or cute little man" I told him as I scrunched my nose.

"okay, I won't call you handsome..... gorgeous" he chuckled as I smiled brightly.