Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

Chapter 30: meet me at our spot, they can't find us there

chapter title from Meet Me At Our Spot by THE ANXIETY

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I step out the doorway at the back of the house, leaning against the patio railing. How the hell did I get into this situation? If you told me this is where I would be a year ago, I wouldn't have believed you. But I feel more alive now than I ever did while in that wretched place, I have someone I love, who doesn't judge me for who I am.

There's the sound of laughter emanating from inside the walls, curling a smile up my face. We've been staying at Louis and Harry's house for about two weeks. Those weeks have been filled with mass amounts of baked goods (Harry used to work in a bakery), too many shit movies and so many smiles. I've concluded that Niall and Harry are a sort of dynamic duo. Sometimes you'll see them scurrying around the house with shit-eating grins, that's when the chaos ensues.

I was sitting at the wooden dining table across from Louis. Our mediocre sandwiches were split between us. It made me happy that Louis and I have a lot more in common than we thought. While our boyfriends are off wreaking havoc somewhere, we're discussing the Arctic Monkeys. It made me too happy when Louis showed me every album on vinyl amid their expansive collection. The perfect chords of Do I Wanna Know drifted to my ears, bringing a smile to my face.

When Louis took his seat again, he had a hint of confusion hidden in his face, "Have you seen Harry this morning?"

I thought back for a moment, trying to retrace my steps of that morning, "no." I thought back further, wait... "have you seen Niall?"

It seemed that we realised at the same time, they were off causing disaster together. The sound of far-away giggling carried down the staircase, steadily growing closer.

"There they are," he sighed.

The giggling was replaced with incessant shushing before a voice called down to us. "Are you guys down there?"

Louis looked at me out of the corner of his eye, "yes?"

"You gotta close your eyes," Niall told us.

"And don't open them 'till we tell you!" Harry added.

I shrugged my shoulders at Louis, "okay."

Darkness fell under my eyelids. There was the sound of shoes scuffing on the floor and stifled giggling that entered the room. Rushed whispers were spoken, but they were too quiet to decipher. I was insanely curious as to what they were up to, though I don't know how to rule any insane idea out.

Niall's voice floated its way to me, "you can open them now!"

I opened my eyes to be greeted with Niall leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. He's wearing an oversized sheer shirt, one I've seen on Harry. He's got a precariously placed brown wig on his head, the synthetic hair glowing in the midday light. His pants were entirely too big and bunched around his ankles, along with the massive boots he had on. Harry, however, was leaning against the wall opposite Niall. He looked like his shirt was three sizes too small. Hell, it probably was. He's got a blond wig himself, his pants looked more like three-quarters. He'd covered his tattoos with what I presume is foundation, while Niall had Harry's tattoos drawn over his body. I felt the moment my jaw dropped, which sent them both cackling.

"Did you see their faces?" Harry blurted out between giggles, holding onto Niall's arm to stabilize himself.

Niall nodded frantically, his face turning red, "I know!"

A smile weaned its way onto my face while Niall and Harry tried to control their breathing. I glanced over to Louis to see him biting his lip, trying to fight off the inevitable grin, his eyes crinkling at the edges giving him away.

"What do you think?" Harry asked while he and Niall gave a little twirl.

"Incredible," Louis responded instantly.

I followed not long after, "absolutely stunning." Niall meets my eyes, a blush falling over his neck. I looked closer at the poorly drawn butterfly adorning his stomach, "Oh my god, is that permanent marker?"

My comment sent Harry and Niall into a fit of giggles once again. But all I could think about was how the hell we were meant to get all that Sharpie off his body. Yet, he's the happiest I've ever seen him.

A pair of warm arms wrap around my waist and I lean into the touch. "smoking shouldn't look hot on you." He expresses, resting his head on my shoulder.

I laugh, resting my free hand on top of his, "why not?"

"Because it's bad!" he exclaims.

I stub the cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air and turning around in his arms. I place my hands on his waist, "do you want me to stop?"

He seems taken aback, his wide eyes giving everything away, "Would you?"

I shrug, "If you asked me to."

He softens, relaxing under my hands. I tug him closer, letting his hands settle on my shoulders. He rocks us from side to side, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. I place one on his before he mumbles into my shirt, "Z?"

His arms tighten around me, "Yeah? I reply.

"What if they find us?" he whispers like it's a secret he can't help but admit to himself.

To be honest, I have no idea. And I don't want to think about it too much. I know that if they came, it wouldn't turn out well for us. Maybe even Harry, it's dangerous for him to even let us stay here. But the way that Niall has spoken about him, he's got a bigger heart than he takes credit for. "We'll be okay," I lie, now is most definitely not the time for honesty. Niall will get into his head too much, and work himself up. "We have each other, that's all that matters."