Niall's POV
Louis: Oh please don't say he doesn't like you a little !
Niall: I don't know... Anyway he's my boss.
Louis: Wanna talk about his parents ? Same situation...
Niall: Woo they're divorced now.
Louis: Who said it's gonna be like them?
Niall: Who said he likes me?
Louis: Me !
Niall: Shut up and go in class with me !
We go to the classroom, Louis was laughing, his arm around my shoulders. I turn my head and see Zayn looking at me heavily. I'm lost in his eyes and he stares at me. Louis pinch my bumb and I stop looking at Zayn, hitting Louis. I turn again my head and Zayn has disappeared.
I'm at the Big House, making dinner in the kitchen. Lana, the maid who normally cook the dinner is sick tonight and Bethany hasn't be replaced since, that's why I'm staying later today.
Zayn: Hey!
Niall: Oh!! Mr Malik, you scared me !
Zayn: Oh sorry, you know you can call me Zayn, we're friends. Anyway, I'm making a party tomorrow here, and I wanted to know if you can come ?
Niall: Yeah, for sure.
Zayn: You can come with a friend if you want. Harry would be here and everybody.
Niall: Oh great, I will do my service and come a little bit after, just take a shower.
Zayn: OK, perfect. Talking about shower I gonna go in, see you.
Niall: Yeah !
After finishing making a salad and put it in fridge, I wash my hands and go at my locker, take my coat.
Coat's on, I take my school bag and see Zayn gets out of the shower, only with a pant, a towel around his shoulders, water surfing on his chest, six-pack and tattoos. Omg I'm dead he is so hot right now !
Zayn: Leaving already ?
Niall: Yeah, I'm done. You should wear a dressing gown, you gonna get a cold like that.
Zayn: Oh no don't worry, I've just forgot my clothes in my room. I though you were in the kitchen.
Niall: OK I see... So I'm leaving, see you tomorrow.
Zayn: (He grapes my arm) Wait! (Omg we're close, he's hot, so hoot) Hum...Don't be late tomorrow. (Omg what's that sexy voice???)
Niall: Don't worry I won't.
He leaves my arm, his fingers slippery to my hand. I don't want to go now...
Niall: Bye.
He smiles. Omg his smile kills me.
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The Maid Cliché - Ziall
Hayran KurguThis is a ziall fiction, which comes from my mind. Warning ! This is an English fiction written by a French girl, so please be clement. This is my first fiction I've wrote quite a long time ago, Zayn was still member of the band. The story is quite...
