Fools In Love *Ziall Fanfiction* (Finished)

Chapter 6

(A/N: I don't know the exact age of Niall's or Zayn's siblings :/ would be nice if someone told me so I can correct it)

Niall's P.O.V.:
When Zayn opened the door to his house I was amazed. It was beautiful. It wasn't that big, but it wasn't small either. The walls were painted in warm colours. And the furniture was a bit old fashioned. "So you like it?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's very nice." I didn't want to seem too weird. I guess I reached my limit of weirdness already today.
"You're so strange sometimes." He replied. Seems like that didn't work out quite well.
"Says you." I shot back in attempt to prevent that little pride I still had from slipping away.

Zayn just rolled his eyes and began to walk towards... the kitchen? I quickly followed him. And I was right. We were in a kitchen. The cupboards were beige and it was very light because of two large windows.

"You wanna eat something?" I turned to Zayn to see him standing there with an apple in his hand. I shook quietly my head.
I guess the shock didn't completely go away. But why would I be shocked? I think I was more confused. Boy, this guy made me confused all the damn fucking time, didn't he? I had the slight urge to ask him about the rumours I heard, but first: I didn't want to offend him, and second: I wouldn't want to make him mad and beat me up, if these rumours were true.

"Where's your family?" I wondered out loud. "My Dad's on a business trip and my mom's away with my sisters for a school event, and my other sister is still in school."
I looked suprised up at him meeting his gaze. "You have sisters?"
"Yeah, Doniya she's the same age as me, Safaa is eight and Waliyha is ten. You got any siblings?"
I nodded. "Yeah, Greg, he's 23 years old now but he still lives with us." - "Cool. So you wanna go up to my room and start the project?" He asked. I nodded again and followed him upstairs to his room. On our way there I saw a few pictures on the wall, probably his family. He was on a couple of them too.

We entered his room and it was actually really pretty. Not as old fashioned as the rest of the house and suprisingly clean for a teenage room. Mine was way messier. There were only a few pieces of paper and books laying on the desk.
"Wait, didn't you just move here from London?" I asked just now realizing there were no boxes and everything looked as if he was living here his whole life.
"We moved a week ago and finished packing early. But how do you know I lived in London before?"
Oh sh*t. What do I say? The truth? I could literally feel the blush creeping up to my cheeks.
"Uhm... Harry has a friend who goes to your old school." I said hesistantly suddenly a little scared again and hoping I hadn't made him mad  or something.
"Oh. Okay." He didn't push the subject and from there on we moved on and started our project.

He was rather comitted with the work. Not something I would expect from a badboy.
But then again, he wasn't acting like a badboy at all. At least to me. I didn't know how he acted towards other people from our school. If he even talked to them. He did seem quiet in school. Not shy, but ... quiet.

When we were done with a quarter of it we stopped because my mom always wanted me home by 6pm if I hadn't discussed it with her.
"So when are we gonna continue?" He asked. "Uhm I don't know. We've got plently of time till we have to deliver it to Mr. Brendon. But tomorrow I'm already staying over at Liam's."
"Well I'll talk to you about it in school" He said.

We went downstairs together. His family still wasn't there. Maybe better that way. I didn't want them to have a bad impression of me. But maybe I'd eventually have to meet them, because we still got to finish this stupid History project.

"So... uh... see ya' in school... I guess." I stuttered. I mean, what do you say to a guy you only met two days ago?
"Uh... yeah. See ya'."
We awkwardly waved to each other and I walked my way back home.

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When I got into our kitchen, everyone sat around the table eating dinner but my dad was confused looking up at me. "Where were you? Usually you'd tell us before you were going somewhere." - "Uhm... I was at Zayn's. We have to do a History project together." I joined the others on the table and dived in to the spaghetti.
"Why would your teacher assign you a project on the second day after the holidays?" My brother asked skeptically.

"Someone put glue on his chair and he got pissed." I casually answered. "You sure that someone wasn't you?" My mom asked.
"Come on! Why would you always think it was me?" They just looked at me. Ugh. "Okay! It was me and Louis. But Mr. Brendon deserved it! I swear." I held up my hand to show them I was being honest. "Then why did he deserve it?" I really wasn't in the mood to argue with my mom.

"Because he is a prick. And I'm done here. I'm going up to my room." With no other word said I got up and went up to my room after I put my plate in the sink for my mom to wash.
I quickly did my homework, but after that I was just tired and called it an early night and went to sleep.
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(A/N: Whooo! That was a long chatper. Hope you liked it :3 ♥ )

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