Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

Chapter 22: I want a love like the movies

chapter title from Movies by Conan Gray

Hello lovely people,

I know this chapter is a short one, we've just got some nice fluff and working up to things now ;)

Enjoy!

The trill of the bell sounds through the corridors. The rush of footsteps sounding down the corridor and idolized chatter resting above everything else. When Liam and I enter the chaos the cherry

hallways are packed border to border with rushing bodies. He turns to me, the best he can in the crowded space, "Is Niall coming over?"

The innocent question is enough to send a smile rushing onto my face. I should be scared that he is talking so openly about something that could very well get me killed. But, the thing about being up the top is knowing that no one gives a fuck about anyone but themselves. It's quite convenient at a time like this. My phone vibrates from my back pocket and I reach back to grab it without elbowing as many people as possible. The text lights up the screen, illuminating my already glowing face.

Niall: I miss you

Niall: Your jumper doesn't smell like you anymore

Niall: It's not fair

A laugh escapes me, and I type out a reply before I can stop myself. I look up to see Liam with the 'your so lovesick' expression. "Shut up," I laugh, shoving his shoulder a little, "Yeah, he is, unless you want the room to yourself, I can go to his."

"Nah, it's alright, I like him," he says like that simple sentence didn't shatter my world. I had no idea his approval would mean that much to me, but it makes me smile like an idiot.

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We're all huddled on the wooden floor in our hoard of blankets and pillows. Niall tucks his head into my neck, pressing himself close to me. He fell asleep about an hour ago. His body is resting heavily on mine. His arms are wrapped around my waist, our legs intertwined.

Meanwhile, Aaliyah and Liam are off in their own little world. They're whispering and giggling into each other's necks. They're quite the lovebirds, all wrapped up in their little cocoon. They've always been like this, wrapped up in each other for as long as I've known them.

The movies wind down and dips from the popcorn bowl become infrequent. I stand, trying my best to shake Niall awake.

I get him standing, that's good enough for me. I give Liam a look, and it's like he knows.

We get around halfway down the dreary hallway before Niall comes to his senses a little more. "Whas happening?" he slurs.

I smile, rubbing circles into his hip with my thumb, "You fell asleep love, I'm taking you back to your room."

He leans into me, cuddling his face into the dip of my neck. His breath brushes my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, "Hm, ok."

We make it to his room, and with much struggle (he's a ragdoll) I get him into new clothes and tucked into his sheets. Huh, who would've thought I would be the domestic type, I sure didn't. I press a kiss to his cheek, wishing him goodnight. When I turn away, a small tug on my sleeve pulls me back, "You're not staying?" He pouts, looking like the epitome of innocence with his face dragging in sleep.

I laugh, crouching back down to him. I feather my fingers across his forehead, and he melts, "we have school tomorrow darling."

"That's never stopped you before," he grumbles, face morphing from sad to grumpy. His forehead creases, his eyes downcast.

"Aw, look at you, my little grumpy kitten," I smirk.

His face lights aflame with blush. He buries himself into the safety of his sheets, "Stoppppp."

I sigh, tugging my shoes off and pulling the sheets back. It's a little difficult to fit on what you could barely call a double bed, but we manage. Niall snuggles his face into my chest, and my arms wrap around his shoulders, holding him close. "We'll be alright, right?" he whispers so quietly I could barely catch it.

I place a gentle kiss on his forehead, "Of course, we have each other."