Everything Blue

Niall and Zayn Short

Silly goofy filler

"I totally do not understand why Louis is a model and you are not? I could be rich sipping a martini on the beach right now and I'm here studying for finals with a man with wasted talents." I laughed to myself and bumped Zayn's shoulder.
"Well Louis ain't shit, he's old as fuck and doesn't kiss the way I do." He joked back and kissed my lips so softly it made my insides flip. He knew that I wouldn't chose anywhere else then here.
"Zayn I totally think you should come to Jay's tonight. A few of us drinking like old times?" A girl walks over and places her hand on his shoulder. Bianca is Zayn's ex, one of many though. I didn't like to remember how many girls were in his past, it made me wonder why I'm the only boy.
"Yeah no. Thanks. Stop asking." Zayn rolled his eyes and turned back to me. "See it's really fuzzy after World War one ends and the second begins like why do I need to know what happens in between there?"
"Zayn when are you going to drop this stupid stage and come back where you belong?" Bianca is always known for being persistent.
Zayn closed his eyes and took a big breath, wanting to calm himself down. He has worked so hard on going to therapy, making a future for himself, being an all around better version of himself. That seemed to make his old friend's mad.
"Oh you're still here? Not interested. You can watch while I leave your ass behind for uni. With my boyfriend. Where I belong."
Bianca scoffed and walked away as Zayn peered back to his paper. I was so proud of him.
"Anyways, we learn these things so history doesn't repeat itself. America didn't get the memo I guess." I chuckled and steered clear of the entire topic of his old friends. It always just stressed him out.
"Yeah it makes sense it's just so hard to remember all that. I don't get how you get it so quick."
"I just associate it with other things. I always like to have a snack to munch on, a special studying highlighter and a piece of paper to jot down my thoughts. Then I copy the thoughts in order into notes. Then you read my notes and get it."
"Where would I be without you? I associate you with pleasure..." He kissed me softly, "Happiness..." Another soft kiss, "And soulmate." With that he kissed me deeper, the noise around the library fading out. All that mattered to me in the universe at that moment was Zayn. I was so lucky to find someone who loves everything about me in every way.
"Zayn we really have to buckle this down, you need a b average for us to be in uni together. Also I totally am into pretending we're straight roomies for a week so they don't switch us. Imagine every night together." I sighed at the thought of us decorating a cute dorm room, watching movies on our laptops until the sunrises, make out sessions until our lips are chapped.
What did scare me was the sex part. Zayn and I had only had sex twice. The first time I was a virgin and Zayn had never been with a boy before so it was embarrassing and difficult at first. We actually had to stop, go to a corner store and buy lube before we tried again. We both agreed we should know each other more sexually before we tried again and we both were okay with that. Of course we did other things and tried toys, which pleasured us both.
The second time it was New Years day, we were both drunk off cheap champagne. For me it felt good, it was smoother, I came fairly quickly to be honest. But Zayn didn't finish, actually just pulled out after a bit and said forget it. It hurt me so bad that we actually didn't talk for over a week. Eventually Zayn told me that it wasn't me as I had made him cum plenty times before, he was very sexually attracted to me but he was not comfortable with gay sex yet.
Ever since then we didn't even try or really even talk about it.
"Don't get me thinking about you and me alone twenty four seven. Doors closed even." Zayn chuckled and kissed my cheek gently.
"You know my mum just is trying to do the whole 'I wouldn't let you have a girl with the door closed if you were straight' thing." I shake my head to get the thoughts of sex with Zayn out of my head.
But the thought of Zayn being in my family and me only meeting his parents once replaced the sex thoughts. They were very nice people but they did have Muslim values that Zayn did not share. For one, I am not a woman and two I was also not Muslim. While they were not aware that Zayn and I were together, they were aware I was gay and later told Zayn that they hope I wasn't having a negative effect on him. Zayn wasn't going to tell me this but I kept begging to know what his parents thought of me.
"You know I love your mum." Zayn smirked and read over my notes again, reading them to me because he learned better that way.
"Zayn what will your parents think when I'm your roommate?" I ask, not able to ignore it any longer.
"Dunno, don't care. Not like I hide that I'm with you. They just don't ask. Maybe seeing us as roomies will make it more obvious." He continued reading off my notes, seemingly annoyed.
"You're not worried about never being apart from me?"
"One that sounds like paradise and two we are taking totally separate degrees, other than starter levels, our credits are different. We'll be lucky to get three hours a day with sleep included. Or lack of sleep if you're feeling it. Like I'm feeling now, can we be done?" Zayn whined cutely and kissed my neck with soft pecks. He knew I couldn't resist it.
"One more question." I say getting my notes and books in order. "How would you feel about watching gay porn together?"
Zayn laughed as people looked over, I guess I hadn't thought about how quiet libraries are.
"I don't like dudes like that Niall I like you." Zayn said finally standing up. I followed him and we walked outside towards my home. Zayn always slept over on the weekends.
"I just thought we should work on your comfortability if we're going to be roommates." I sighed, trying to keep up with his fast pace. When he was annoyed he walked near to a jog because he noticed it wasn't easy for me to talk and walk if I was focusing on keeping up. Smart and effective tactic.
"Won't help."
Once we got to my room I decided I wasn't going to drop it. We had to get serious.
"Zayn I'm serious."
"Okay I get it what do you want? I literally jerk off looking at you all the time. You know I want you. Why does this matter to you?"
"You tell me rabbit. Why does sex matter?" I knew the nickname would sting, he got it for how often he would have sex. Let alone how many girls he would have sex with.
"Here we go again with that. You think I had sex every day? It's so crazy to hold me to that standard-"
"Zayn you know it's not the same thing. I would still love you if we never had sex but I'd like to know."
"How could you pressure me into that decision right now?"
I stood there watching Zayn curl up his fists, another anger deescalating tactic.
"Niall I have hpv." Zayn looked down to his feet, my stomach sinking. He's sick? I had no idea what he was saying. "Herpes. Okay? I get flare ups from time to time and even when I'm clear and have a condom on? I get worried I missed one and could spread it. It has nothing to do with you. The girls I was with? We had it. So I was never worried about spreading it. I love you so much that the thought of you getting an STD from the only guy you've been with?" Zayn stood up, he was going to leave. Zayn always leaves when he's about to cry. Only a handful of times I convinced him to stay and talk to me.
"Zayn sit down." I say sternly, I never told Zayn what to do. I never thought he'd listen either. But he did, he sat and looked at me with tears in his eyes. "I love you. I love your body and the way you kiss me. I love how you touch me and lick me and grab me. I'm very happy with our sex life, well sexual life I suppose. But not knowing whats going on was killing me. Your past doesn't define you-"
"It's not past Niall it's every day for me. And I don't want it to be for you." A few tears fell down his cheeks and I moved to sit next to him, wiping his tears with my thumb as I caressed his face.
"I get it. I'm not going to pressure you. You can decide if you ever want to have sex. That's okay with me. I love you for you."
"Niall come help me make dinner!" My mother shouted from downstairs.
"But so you know. I want to have sex with you. When you're ready of course." I kiss him with passion so show him how honest I was. Zayn slid his hand onto my thigh gripping tightly. His smoothly slid his tongue into my mouth. I matched him and slid my hand up his thigh. I wanted to tease him and then walk downstairs so he was thinking about me. I gripped his growing bulge and bit his lip softly causing him to moan deep in his chest. His moans were like music to my ears.
"I'd fuck you the way you deserve if you didn't have to make dinner." He moaned again. I heard my mum walking towards the stairs and I had about half a minute to act normal. I stood up tucking my boner into my waistband and my big tshirt over it while Zayn just pretended to cough and leaned forward over his lap.
"Niall James, have you got corn in your ears? Oh hi Zayn." My mum walks straight in my room as I knew she would. Zayn chuckled as I shuffled nervously.
"Hi Ms. Horan you look lovely today."
"Thank you Zayn. Now let's go Niall, dinner won't cook itself."
I groaned and nodded as she turned around to walk out. "Just let me get my history notes out for Zayn really quick, I'll be down in 2 minutes."
"Fine no lolly gagging though."
I ignored her and as soon as she walked down the stairs I grabbed my books and threw them on the bed. I didn't want to waste any time.
I kissed Zayn with as much passion as I could and then looked him in the eyes. Slowly I moved closer to his ear and whispered. "Don't miss me too much yeah?" I kissed his neck gently and then bit it softly and suckled a bit before my mother was shouting my name again.
"No promises babe." He moaned as I pulled away. It took all my strength to walk out the door, turning around quickly to marvel at my sexy boyfriend. He was running his fingers through his hair and palming himself looking me up and down.
"I love you Zayn."
"I love you too Niall."