Him (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 7

Niall's POV

The concert ended and all of us were rushed back to the hotel. Zayn was with us all and was just quietly sitting in the car that all of us were shoved into. Apparently, there was a mob of girls that were waiting outside the arena for when the concert ended so we all need to be together in order for the empty cars to go first as a distraction for us. I could see Zayn actually freaking out about it, but Louis tried telling him we were the safest people in the world right now and nothing could happen. I sat in the back with him and talked to him about the show, even though he only watched from backstage. He didn't relax until after we got away from the mob and onto the streets that would take us to the hotel.

"How do you guys do this every single day?" Zayn asked us. Harry laughed at him and scoot closer to Louis. I reached and laced my hand in Zayn's, but I realized he was actually trembling. I leaned into him and kissed his neck almost as a way to say it was all okay now.

"We used to get scared of it when we were first starting out, but now it's just our job." Harry told him. Zayn stayed quiet after that and just kept giving me subtle touches. I could see he was also slowly catching on to Louis and Harry. He would watch them closely then look to everyone else to see if they were seeing what he was. We were seeing it, but we've seen so much worse than the two holding hands and flirting.

We finally got to the hotel and were taken to the back entrance. The other boys got out first then Zayn got out, but he reached his hand to help me out of the SUV. That made me blush and get some unnecessary butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"You didn't need to help me." I mumbled to him as we walked through the door. He laughed and and rolled his eyes. Normally I would expect someone to tell me it was habit or they felt like they needed to. With Zayn it was like we didn't need to talk. We were strangers that just understood each other.

"So do you normally go without food for a long time?" Zayn asked me. By that, I knew he was hungry so I took his hand in mine and pulled him to the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.

"We'll get room service." I giggled to him as we ran up the stairs. He laughed but then I was stopped by his hands grabbing my hips. He flipped me so I was against the wall. Zayn's eyes looked over my face with a soft look before he connected our lips together. My hands lost themselves in his hair and my eyes slipped shut to feel every ounce of this kiss. It was just lips and nothing heated. When Zayn pulled back, and looked me in the eyes again.

"I can't get enough of those lips." The second those words left his mouth, I attacked him in another kiss that was deeper this time. I knew I was so sweaty from the show and probably smelt horrible, but Zayn didn't seem to mind at all as he pressed me deeper against the wall and his hands started to grope over my body. His tongue slipped into my mouth, but the taste was so intoxicating that my knees weakened. Zayn held me up by my bum and placed his thigh right against my crotch.

"Zayn..." I groaned against his lips. He stopped the snog and pulled back to look over my face. One of his hands lifted to brush over my cheek as he was breathing hard to catch his breath.

"Let's get up to your room now. I'm not done with you." He whispered in my ear hotly. He got my hand in his and lead me up the stairs the rest of the way. When the after show tiredness hit me and all my adrenaline left my body, Zayn knelt down in front of me a little and looked back at me.

"Hop on. You probably weigh less than Safaa and she still makes me carry her places. Come on." Zayn told me over his shoulder. I hesitantly jumped on his back and held on tightly. He straightened up and begin walking up the rest of the flights of stairs like this was absolutely nothing. I don't think he realized we had only made it up the the twentieth floor and my hotel room was on the thirtieth.