Only You [Ziam Mayne Fanfic, BoyxBoy]

Chapter 12- You're my Secret.

BTW- FIRST SEX SCENE EVER, LIKE EVER EVER EVER!! NO HATE!! AND FROM NOW ON USING STEREK PICTURES <3

CHAPTER 12-

♣ ♣ Niall's P.O.V. ♣ ♣ ♣

"I don't even know right now Josh! It's like they don't even trust me! WHY?! I tell them everything! Yet they couldn't even tell me that Liam and Zayn were butt fucking behind everyone's back! I mean... WHAT THE FUCK?! I've told them EVERYTING! AND WHAT DO I GET?! SECRETS! SECRETS!! I MEAN, REALLY?! I GET IT IF THEY DON' TELL FANS! BUT... Liam's my brother.. He's supposed to tell me everything.."

I ended it with that, not meeting Josh's gaze. Even though they'd kept me in the dark I felt like I was betraying them by telling Josh, though he didn't seem to mind, or the least bit homophobic. He just sat, gently tapping his drumstick again one of the drums, deep in thought.

Finally he spoke, after what seemed like hours.

"Why don't you start making your own secrets?"

It was the first time he'd spoken since I'd started talking, and the mere thought of his point surprised me.

"Wait. Like how?"

"Do something crazy I guess."

He tapped on the drum again, smiling weakly.

"Like what though?"

"Something outside your comfort zone, something no one will know about."

"Yeah, but how?"

He put his drumsticks together than placed them on a table nearby.

"Your choice I guess, your secrets."

He sat down next to me on the loveseat-couch which sat across from his drum set. I loved his living room- his whole house even. It had something to do with music in every room, from a drum painting or a guitar. It was all music with this lad.

He turned his body to face mine, his arm was on the backend of the couch, so his fingers were about an inch from my hair. For some reason I felt my face heat up. I was blushing?

"But- like what though! Josh give me something to work with!"

"I don't know," he leaned his head back and shifted slightly so his hand brushed against my ear, instead of moving it, he kept it close to my head. Not yet touching, but so close I could feel his skin. "Maybe, write a song for another band, do something illegal, steal a pair of Liam's underwear and sell them on eBay... A forbidden love."

He made eye contact with me when he said the last one, which lit up my whole face.

Was he hitting on me?

Was I liking it?!

"Who would be forbidden?"

My voice sounded small, nervous, and slightly shaking.

He shifted slightly, leaning in as he did so, on purpose? I didn't know.

"I don't know, someone management wouldn't like, an old woman, a dude.. I don't know Nialler, whoever you want."

Butterflies started flying around in my stomach when he called me 'Nialler'. What was I doing though?

Josh was straight. Josh was my best friend for crying out loud!

Why- no how- could I want to do something crazy with him.

He moved his legs so one was dangling off the side of the couch and the other was stretched out against the couch, and pressed against me. It was like he was inviting me in, in a weird sense.