not really dirty but eh its how you say 'tiny bit inappropriate
N I A L L;
"ni, what are we gonna have to eat?" harry whines from the couch.
"well, i was thinking we would ju-" im interrupted by the door bell ringing.
harrys is about to get up to answer it but i hold my hand up to stop him. it could just be a package or something.
they knock this time, being extremely impatient.
when i open the door, im greeted with a zayn.
"Zayn!" i squeal, pulling him into a hug straight away. I haven't seen him a week now, the longest i ever have. and boy do i miss him.
"hey, nialler!" he says into my neck, holding me tightly. again, we have literally always been like this. even when we were little, we would never let each other out of our sight. and if we were apart for long, we always acted like we havent seen each other for years.
"so, what're you doing here?" i ask, keeping him in arms reach as i pull away.
"well, i brought movies and since we havent seen you for like a month; i thought we could hang." his bright smile makes me feel warm inside. ive never understood my feelings toward him but whatever they are, i like them.
"hell yes! come in!" i say, pulling him inside by his arm.
fuck, i forgot one thing...
"oh, hey. zack right?" i hear harry speak first and i can practically hear his smirk.
i want to scold him, slap him even.
"oh, no its zayn. and you are henry? correct?" zayn says back, his sarcasm not very well hidden.
fuck
i want to break this awkward tension, "so, harry, zayn wanted to watch some films. is that alright?" but once i ask, instantly feeling ridiculous. i shouldnt be asking if i can hang out with someone, i can if i want to.
i clear my throat, rephrasing it, "I mean, zayns going to hang out with us."
harry's face screws up in a mixture of disgust and anger. i know he doesnt like zayn or me even talking to zayn but i love him, he is my best friend. aside from liam of course.
"whatever." is all harry says, huffing and puffing as he plops down on the couch and i see zayn shift awkwardly. i dont like harry's attitude at all. he's acting like a spoiled brat and i just want to strangle him for it.
"come on, zayn," i say, pulling his sleave and walking towards the kitchen.
he puts the movies on the counter and sits down in one of the island chairs.
"i was just about to order pizza. what do you want?"
"anything that you order would be lovely," he says, smiling sweetly.
"m'kay."
"harry, cheese right?" i go into the next room and ask him.
he is scrunched up in a ball with his knees to his chest and a frown on his face.
i feel bad for my pouty baby.
i put my hands on his knees and pull them down, straddling him.
"please get off," he asks, his frown only growing deeper on his face.
"no, no, no," i say, pausing on each no to kiss his lips.
"can you tell me why your upset?" i ask sweetly, running my fingers through his long hair, scratching his scalp slightly.
he hums in approval, putting his hands on my hips. he squeezes softly, making me smile.
"zayn, i guess."
"well, right now, tell me something i can do to make it better." i regret the words that i just said because i know what hes gonna say.
"kiss me again," he asks, puckering his lips. i wasnt expecting that, i was expecting him to make zayn leave but i oblige happily anyway, leaning down.
i almost pull away but he grabs the back of my neck and pushes me on his lips roughly. harry instantly shoves his tongue in my mouth.
and before i know whats going on, he's straddling me. im not complaining at all though.
he starts rocking his hips dangerously fast.
"what are you doing?" i say, gasping between each word.
he doesnt answer, only growls and shoves his hand down my pants.
i moan, jerking my hips up to meet his hand.
but before i get any enjoyment, he pulls his hand out and kisses me swiftly before whispering, "your mine, got it?"
he jumps off of me, walking into the kitchen casually.
"wheres niall?" i hear zayn ask.
"oh, he was busy for a second."
{I hate myself
have you guys seen oculus or that Shane dawson shit? holy fuck I have}
are any of you guys actually reading this shit anymore?}
{brooklyn}
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction"Perfect. Keep that pose," Niall says, snapping another picture of the gorgeous boy in front of his camera. He's trying not to have the blood rush to his face while looking at the half naked model. Okay, come here and look at these pictures," Nial...
