Tell Me a Lie [Niam/Ziall] (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 13

Niall's P.O.V

We pull up to a nice, fancy house. I find myself staring up in awe, this place was beautiful.

"This is my house." Zayn whispers, rubbing the back of his neck. Is he shy? That's cute. I smile and start to unbuckle my seatbelt, after i'm finished I reach for the door but Zayn stops me. He gets out of the car quickly and runs around, opening the door for me with a small smile on his lips. He holds his hand out and I take it, he wraps his fingers around mine tightly, almost protectively. I smile, despite myself, I feel my hard pounding at the attetion, at the feeling of being liked. I close the car door behind me and we walk in silence to the backyard and I gasp at the scene infront of me.

Evening is setting in, and the hanging gracefully on the gate are pale white christmas lights, lighting up the backyard. There is a small table for two set up, a white table cloth hanging off of it. There is a small vase sitting in the middle, with a single red rose sitting inside. There are trays of covered food sitting on either side, and I can just tell it will be delicious from the smell it is giving off. 

It looks so.....So romantic. 

"How?" I ask, suprised I could find my voice. 

"I had a little help, of course." He chuckles, leading me to the table, he releases my hand and I automatically feel cold from lack of touch. He pulls back my chair and I sit down, he quickly sits in the chair across from me and his expression changes.

"Is it to cliche?" He asks, nervously. He looks around, as if he was trying to pick out the flaws in his plan all by himself.

"No, it's beautiful, a perfect date." I whisper, smiling at him. I feel a warm blush spread across my cheeks. He nods, a prideful smile falling upon his soft lips. He chews on his bottom lip and motions for me to uncover the tray.

"I..I didn't know what you liked, so I kind of just winged it and hope for the best, you know?" 

I lift the lid, almost catiously and peak under it. A smile breaks out on my face as I look at all the food. It's Italian, Tortelloni ricotta and spinach, to my left is a glass that is nearly a quater full of what looks to be red wine. 

"If you don't like wine, I have soda and some sparkling water." Zayn says, shyly as he rubs the back of his neck again. Maybe it's something he does when he is nervous? I smile and pick up the cup of wine and press it to my lips.

"Wine is fine," I giggle at the fact it rhymed, but quickly cover it up with a slow sip. "It goes with the theme anyway." I tell him, and feeling bold, I even throw in a wink. I watch as his tan skin starts to redden with blush.

That. Is. So. Cute. 

I though of Zayn to be a bad boy, someone who wouldn't treat someone so lovingly. I guess I was wrong, shame on me for judging a book by it's cover, I will never do it again. 

The rest of the night goes smoothly, we talk about random things until the point where Zayn decides he wants to learn more about me. 

By now, we have finished eating and have relocated to the couch in his living room, I sit facing him, my one leg under my butt, while the other dangles off the couch. Zayn leans back up against the arm rest and stares me in the eyes, never breaking the contact. 

"Let's Truth," He smiles, "It's like truth or dare, just no dares. Complete honesty.The person has to answer their own question too, so no reusing. " 

"Okay, you go first." I tell him, leaning on my hands, with my elbows on my knee. 

"Okay, what's your favorite color." 

I snort, starting off easy, I see. "Green," 

"Blue." He shoots back.

"Favorite boy band?" 

"*NSYNC," he chuckles,  "old school, still cool."

"You're a poet, and you didn't know it." I joke, smiling. "Mine too, Justin Timberlake, eh?" 

"Don't tell anyone, but he is my secret crush." Zayn winks. "Okay, besides Liam." Zayn spits out Liam's name like it was nasty to say and I shrug it off, "Have you had feelings for any other guy."

"Until now, none." I told him honestly, not even thinking of what I'm saying. My eyes widen as I realize what was actually said. 

"Until now?" He questions, eye brow raised. 

"You need to answer the qeustion yourself, and then it's my turn." I quickly replied, trying to side track him. His eyebrows shot up even higher at that and he chuckles.

"For another male, I haven't felt as strongly about one as I do with you." He says, looking deep into my eyes. 

"Have you dated a guy before?" 

"No, fooled around with one but no farther then that. I was never one for commitments." 

"I have, I had two boyfriends prior to moving here." I say quietly, knowing what was coming next.

"What did you mean by, until now?" 

"Nothing, slip of the tounge." I lie, but I can tell he doesn't believe me.

"You promised to tell the truth" He points out, it makes me flustered.

"Okay, OKAY!" I throw my hands in the air. "I think, I'm sorta, starting to develop feelings for you. They arent so strong at this point, but you make me flustered and it makes me happy you try to be with me - I enjoy the attention from you, but when other guys did it; I would hate it. You're...different."

"I like you too, Niall." He says quietly. 

" I didn't say I like-" 

I was cut off by the soft feel of his lips on mine, his hands wrapping catiously around my wrists, as if egging me on. My body was frozen, but I felt my resolve slowly melting away and something kicked in. Butterflies attacked my stomach, little sparks fly around as his lips press harder against mine, as if he was begging for a response. I felt my eyes slowly closing, against my will and I start to kiss him back.

The sparks intensify, the butterflies get crazier. My heart melts, my body swoons and I feel myself fall - but at this point, I don't even care. 

Okay guys, once I finish my other story, I will be focusing more on this one; I like the feedback, though it isn't popular - I know some of you really like it.  So, :) Thanks for sticking with me. <3