Tell Me a Lie [Niam/Ziall] (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 18

A/n : I AM SO SORRY FOR MY 4 MONTH ABSENCE. A lot of things have happened in the last few months, but now that summer has come - I can jump back in and start up again. I am going to finish this story, and I also have a few other plans to come out with - I want to thank ALL of you who kept on commenting and showing love even though I wasn't here to reply. Well, I will give you what you want and start the chapter :) Thnx again - Keep those comments coming ! The last chapter had 26 ! That was the most I've had yet. :)) <3

Zayn's P.O.V

The idiots, meaning Louis and Harry, thought it would be a jolly good idea to closet me with Niall. The Closet is basically a tradition, whenever one of us get a new boyfriend/girlfriend or playmate - we are closeted. We must spend at least thirty minutes in the closet, which is on the other side of the house. Louis has been in this closet twice, before Harry and Harry has been in here thirteen times, before Louis. Harry was closeted mostly just to make Louis jealous and none of those flings ever lasted more than a few days. Louis was in here with two girls, Harry was his first guy. They lasted three and a half hours in here, they kept getting angry when I tried to open the door. Those idiots.

Lily and Liam, insert shiver of disgust here, spent forty five minutes in here. I've never been in here before, I've only had one playmate - and he didn't last long enough to be closeted with me. I roll my eyes and look down at Niall, whose eyes are wide as he stares at the door. I notice him shivering and I kneel down to get on the same level as him, seeing as he is curled into a ball.

"Babe, what's wrong?" I ask the shivering boy, he looks absolutely terrified.

"I- I don't..." He hiccups, "Small places."

"What?" panic strikes me as I notice the fat tears starting to pour down his pale cheeks. His body shakes even more, he is scared and drunk. "Niall?"

"Small places." He heaves, closing his eyes. "Claustrophobic."

"Oh," I nod, "Oh!"

Shit. He's terrified of small, closed spaces and those idiots just locked him in a small, cramped, dark closet! I bang on the door, even though I know the boys will not be answering, or even coming back to this side of the house until the thirty minutes are up. His shakes are getting more serious, so I do the only thing I know. I sit next to him and grab him by the back of his neck, forcing my lips onto his.

It takes a few seconds, him in his drunken state, to realize what I was doing. But, slowly, he stops shaking and his lips start to move slowly against mine. I feel electricity spread through my bloodstream, his shaky hands move slowly up my back and find their way into my hair.

Now, usually If someone messes with my hair I would have a proper shit fit - but with Niall, it's all types of sexy. I don't mind him messing up the style at all. I let my hands move to his waist and I pull him onto my lap, pressing our bodies harder together. Our tongues clash against each other as we fight for dominance. I know I am the dominant male, but I don't mind giving it up to him, but teasing him would take his mind off our surroundings, so I don't give it up to easily. Soon enough, he gives up and my tongue slowly makes its way around his mouth, as if exploring new regions. He moans soflty against my mouth as I pull back to nip at his lips. The room, being so small and closed in, starts to get hot - Niall is the first one to complain.

"Hot." He murmurs, pulling off his shirt - revealing his toned stomach. You wouldn't think a boy that eats as much as Niall did would have such a ravishing body, but I'm literally drooling over the sculpted muscles of Niall Horan, the biggest Fat ass I know. I let my eyes travel down his chest, to his almost visible six pack and landing on a very faint, pale blond happy trail, leading into the unseen. I lick my lips and bring them back to Niall's neck, where I lick, suck and nip at a spot in the crook - which has Niall moaning, groaning and unknowingly thrusting towards me. My soldier is struggling against my tight jeans, but I know that I can't take Niall like this. Not when he is Drunk, scared and confused.

Our first time needs to be perfect, not like this.

"No." Niall slurs, pulling my by the hair so I am face to face with him again. He crashes his lips back against mine and presses his bare chest against my clothed one, his warm hands making their way up and under my shirt. I groan, he is so not helping the situation. He grinds his bum against my lower half, having me biting my lip to hold back a moan of my own.

After a few minutes of this, the door opens, revealing two perverted stares.

"Would you like us to close to door so you two can continue" Louis winks, nudging Harry who chuckles.

"Wha-" Niall looks up from my neck, which he was sucking on until that very moment. He looks around the room were in and then out the door. He quickly stands up and pushes past the two boys into an open area where he sucks in a huge breath and falls to his knees.

Louis looks back and forth between Niall and me, as I clean myself up.

"What's that all about, then?" He asks me, confused.

"Oh, ya didn't know he was claustrophobic then, did ya?" I give Louis a glare. "I was distracting him."

A guilty look is thrown upon both their faces as they turn to Niall, Louis throws himself at the poor boy and mumbles what seems to be a million apologies. Harry shakes his head and turns back to me.

"I had no idea, I guess we should start asking then." Harry bites his lip and shrugs. "Our fault."

I roll my eyes and take in my mates, when I notice someone missing. I turn back to the three of them and lift a questioning eyebrow. "Where's the Jester?"

Liam's P.O.V

 I walk around the familiar mansion, smiling at all the memories that hit me as I walk around. I spot the crack in the wall from when Zayn threw the football a little to hard last year. I see the purple room with the smeared paint from when Louis and Harry decided to get a little frisky while painting, without letting the pain dry first. Then, I stop at the wall of photos - noticing the ones that had me in them missing - and a lot more of the three kings hanging up. Then, something catches my eye - a new photo.

A photo of Niall and Zayn, taken in what looks like to be the backyard in the evening. Neither of them are looking at the camera, letting me know that it was taken without either of them knowing. There is not a single picture or me on this wall, but after barely knowing Niall for a few weeks, they have one of him up here. That Jealousy that I have been feeling as of late soars through me again. I feel my hands shaking, I bite my lip as I feel angrier than I ever have.

Those three guys were my best mates. I knew them first, and they turned their backs on me for a little mistake, on something I couldn't help - couldn't change. And Niall, this person they don't even know stumbles into my, their lives. And he is so great. My eye twitches, and to make it all worse? Niall is supposed to love me. Not Zayn, me.

I punch the picture, watching as the glass breaks and blood fills up the cracks. Nobody ever realizes even the nicest of people can snap. Well this is my breaking point.

A/N 2 ( DUN DUN DUN )  LIAM IS DRUNK AGAIN, and we have learned in previous chapters, a drunk Liam is a bad Liam x: ... What will happen ? Leave what you predict will happen below. Give me some feedback. Questions, comments & Concerns <3

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