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

Chapter 17

A/N : Sorry It's short, but I will make it up to you guys in the next one ;) I promise!  ANYWHORE, this one is dedicated to DirectionerShanatic3 - whose idea it was to put them in the closet. :D Thank Doll !

Niall's P.O.V

We pull up to Zayn's place, it looks even more amazing then it did on the night of our date. I never get tired of its extravigance. It's such a beautiful place, I can't wait to see the other rooms. The only one I have been in is the kitchen, oh and the backyard, but that doesn't count.

Louis and Harry skip hand and hand into the house, I find myself giggling behind them. They're such a cute couple, but sometimes they get to cute. So cute you just want to throw up everything you ate previously, I just hope tonight they wont be like that.

Zayn slips his fingers through mine and pulls me into the house, we walk in and past the living room and into the basement. It's nice, no, jaw dropping. It's huge and full of cool things. A pool table, a giant T.V, chairs fit for a movie theater, video game systems, the works. It's like man cave heaven. There is even a bar. I wipe my chin, because I know for sure that I was drooling.

I hear Zayn chuckle from next to me as he brings me to the couch which is against the wall behind all the chairs. He sits me down as I look around in awe.

"This place is so cool.."

"Thank you." He kisses my cheek and lets it linger there for a second, before pulling away. I smile up at him and make sure we are as close as possible. I don't like when there is space between me and another person, it makes me feel lonely.

"So, I know it's early, but tonight I want to get crunk!" Harry is standing on the bar and waving a bottle of vodka around. Louis rolls his eyes as he pulls out a bunch of shot glasses.

"Drunk, not crunk." Louis sighs. "Babe, you aren't Lil John, Okaay?" He says okay long, and in annoying way, just like the rapper, with his head tilted a little to the side. I cover my mouth, stopping the laugh that almost slipped out of me.

"Snap yo fingers! Do ya step, you can do it all by yo self!" Harry snaps his fingers and sticks his butt out after handing Louis the vodka to fill five shots. "Snap yo fingers the rock with it. Do ya step with it, put yo hips with it!"

I can't hold it anymore, Harry has me laughing harder then I am used to. He isn't even drunk yet! I see Zayn smiling from the corner of my eye and calm myself down a little. Liam is sitting on a stool by the bar smiling at Harry's impression. Might as well let loose tonight.

"I LOVE YOU MAN!" Harry is hanging onto Zayn's back, practically crying. "You're to good to me man!"

"HEEEEEEEEEEEY" Louis screams, Harry looks over and smiles at his tall boyfriend.

"Yeah?" Harry asks, hiccuping.

"Come here!" Louis' hands are out and trying to grab his curly headed lover.

I'm rolling on the floor laughing like a crazy person, these guys are to much. Liam is sitting on the stool watching me with a small smile on his face. He doesn't have anything in his cup anymore, since Louis is to drunk to fill the cups.

I feel arms underneath me and Zayn pulls me up from the floor. Even though I know he has drunken more than me, he doesn't even look the slightest bit drunk. I, on the other hand, I can't even feel my face.

"Baby!" I coo, touching his beautiful face. "Why are you so pretty?"

"Don't call me pretty." He kisses my nose and brings me to the couch. "Guys don't like to be called pretty, especially by their boyfriends."

"But..." I bite my lip. "You are pretty."

"CUTE" Louis pops up next to us, scaring me. He shakes his head and smiles. Harry is next to him, smiling, but his smile is evil. Louis looks at him and then says. "Closet?"

"Closet them, baby." Harry agrees, maliciously.

"Closet?" I ask, confused.

"Guys." Zayn warns, but it seems the crazy couple either ignores him or are to drunk to comprehend.

Louis picks me up and starts to drag me to the closet, I look around confused. What's going on. I look back to see Zayn following willingly, nagging at Harry. What? I am sat down on the closet floor and Zayn tumbles in next to me. He glares up at Harry and Louis, who just smile as the slam the door, locking it from the outside.

Zayn stands up quickly and jiggles the handle, cursing under his breath. I blink a few times before finally getting it.

 They just locked us in the closet.