Parallel (Ziall Story AU)

Chapter 17

Niall's POV:

As soon as I opened my eyes I saw myself infront of the school parking lot. It felt so weird being in school in the middle of the night, but that didn't beat the feeling of going to prom with Zayn.

Zayn took his helmet off and turned his head back to look at me. ''That was fun wasn't it?'' He asked with a slight grin on his face and a humorous tone.

I lightly chuckled as I looked at the ground. ''Yes... Yes it was.'' I said looking up back at him.

Zayn smirked. ''Well, I'm glad.'' He then got off his motorcycle and lightly dusted his suit. ''Anyway... You comin'?'' Zayn said, offering me his hand.

''Yes.'' I said as I took his hand and hopped off his motrocycle.

Zayn smiled and spinned me around like a ballerina. ''Guess who looks very handsome this evening!'' He whispered into my ear.

''Not me, that's for sure.'' I nervously chuckled.

''Awh, c'mon. Don't be so hard on yourself... You are illuminating the whole night!'' Zayn said as he interlocked hands with me.

I snorted. ''I didn't know you were this cheesy, Mr. Malik.'' I said as I slowly got closer to him.

He looked down at me since he was a bit taller than me. ''Yeah, I get that alot.'' He said rolling his eyes.

''Nothing I can't get used to.'' I said before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for a soft, innocent kiss.

Our kiss didn't last for very long, it actually felt like 5 seconds, but man, those were 5 amazing seconds.

I slowly pulled my lips away and winked at Zayn. I think I'm finally starting to get more comfortable with my sexuality now...

''Who told you kissing in a parking lot was even romotely romantic, Mr. Horan?'' Zayn sarcastically said.

I lightly punched his side arm. ''Shut up, Zayn.'' I said, chuckling.

Zayn gazed at me. ''So, shall we?'' He asked before grabbing my hand.

I smiled. ''We shall.''

Then, we began to make our way into the school entrance to enjoy our prom night together.

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As soon as me and Zayn walked into the gym where prom was being held, the loud music began torturing my ears.

''Ugh...'' I said as I began to cover my ears.

Zayn glanced at me and began to laugh.

''Not your scene, I suppose?'' He loudly asked me.

I looked up at him and nodded.

Zayn then grabbed my hand and began to pull me towards the dance floor where there were several dancing, sweaty bodies.

I tried pull away. ''Zayn no!'' I yelled, in embarrassment.

''C'mon just loosen up!'' He exclaimed, giving me a reasurring smile.

"I don't dance." I clarified as I let Zayn's hand go.

Zayn rolled his eyes and then smiled. "I don't dance either, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun in the dance floor, man!"

I chuckled. "I guess..." I said, unsure of myself.

Zayn began to pull me towards the scene once again but this time I gave in.

When we were finally in the middle of the dance floor, Zayn placed both of his hands on my hip and began to move me within his sync.

I placed my arms above his shoulders, locking his neck.