Chapter six
Niall woke early, and he frowned, opening his eyes to see that zayn was holding him. He was on top of Zayn, his face nuzzled into Zayn's neck. He groaned, sitting up and flushing when he remembered that Zayn wasn't wearing any clothes. He looked around before carefully getting out of zayn's firm grip. He ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip to hide his smile.He looked around the room before going to the bathroom and turning on the shower. He closed the door, turning to stare at himself in the mirror. His hair was absolutely crazy, and his cheeks were flushed pink. He looked more lively then he had in months, and it was strange. He smiled wide, using zayn's tooth brush to clean his white teeth, humming happily before dropping his boxers and getting under the hot water and shivering.
It takes a special person, he thinks, to not be afraid of tomorrow even when tomorrow seems lost and hopeless. A special person such as the certain amber haired, golden eyed, rebel that was asleep in the other room. A free spirit, his mind thought. A spirit that wasn't tied down by anything. He wished that he could be like that. Just doing what felt right.
He began singing softly, closing his eyes and just letting himself be content. The freedom that he felt was almost unnerving, and the water made him feel new and beautiful and fresh. Today was a good day. "all I want is the taste that your lips allow. My my, my my, give me love. My my, my my, give me love." he sang softly, washing his hair.
It was new and fresh, and he didn't remember why he had used to feel so constrained, and he jumped when the door opened. "sounding good, Blondie. Want some breakfast?" zayn asked softly, still sounding almost asleep. The tone was soft like velvet, a bit scratch when looked at one way, but undeniably fuzzy the other. He giggled, mind wandering a bit.
"yes please." he mused, peeking out from behind the curtain. "and g'morning." he said softly with a smile. "I hope you slept well. I did." he said happily. The young man staring back at him just nodded for a moment before walking into the room, closing the door. "yeah, I did too. I'd love to join you." he said slowly, staring at the blond cautiously, as if he were testing the ice, not wanting to freak the younger lad out.
Niall flushed red, opening his mouth but not saying anything. The air was moist from steam, and he nodded, disappearing behind the curtain and facing the water, washing shampoo from his blonde hair.
Zayn was stunned, walking over and pulling back the curtain a bit, stepping in behind the Irish boy. Stunning. That was the only word that zayn could think of while he stared at the boy. Clear water flowing down his flawless cream colored skin, he was like an angel. "wow." he whispered lowly, reaching out carefully to pull Niall to his chest, wrapping his arms around the boys small waist.
"just wow." he whispered, chuckling. Niall couldn't help but find the entire situation completely erotic. He could feel every inch of zayn pressed firmly to his backside, and it was new and interesting and /hot/.
He let out a shaky breath, turning to look up at zayn, his blue eyes sparkling. He swallowed thickly, shaking his head. "zayn, I..." but he didn't finish, being cut off by zayn's lips. It was soft, and Niall was once again surprised, turning around in zayn's arms to make the angle better.
Zayn pulled back, smiling at him before leaning down to kiss ar niall's neck, sucking softly. It was new and exciting for the blond. He had no idea what he was doing, but he wanted more. More of zayn and his lips and his jokes and his smirks. He tilted his head, giving zayn easier access. "oh fuck." he said shakily, his grip on zayn's biceps tightening.
Niall pulled away so that he could lean up, kissing him harder, pushing his tongue into zayn's mouth. It was weird and different and completely out of character, but all Niall wanted was zayn. He wanted zayn's hands on him and zayn's mouth on him, and he couldn't hold back. He couldn't pretend that he didn't want this.
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Sacrilegious {ziall}
FanfictionSometimes it's impossible to keep the preacher's son away from the bad boy. Zayn spends his Sunday mornings smoking outside the local church, and Niall horan can't help but become curious about the beautiful boy who is oh so sacrilegious.