Sacrilegious {ziall}

The Future is bleak

Niall stumbled out to the bar, slipping on a pair of white converse. He looks around, familiarizing himself with the alcohol. He puts zayn's phone on google, leaning against the counter and waiting for the doors to open.

About half an hour later, there are a few random middle aged men scattered throughout the club. He looked at each of them, trying to convince himself that none of them were sketchy and that he'd be completely fine.

When a younger man came in and sauntered over to the bar, Niall bit his lip, looking up at him. "hi, what can I getcha?" he asks nervously, and the man raises his eyebrows.

"Irish, huh? Well, you can start by getting me a rum and coke." he says before nodding. "and after that, I'd quite like to get you on my dick." he adds bluntly, and Niall flushes red.

He goes and gets bothe the rum and a coke, following the website's simple instructions before giving him the drink. "that'll be eight pounds please." he says simply, and the guy nods.

"I'll give you a nice tip if you hop up here and let my slip it in your waistband." he says lowly and Niall rolls his eyes, biting his lip again. He hops up, and the guy puts a five in Niall's briefs, snapping the waistband.

"thanks, blondie. I'll be back for that ride." he says seriously, and Niall chuckles.

"maybe another time, cowboy." he says, surprised to hear the words fall from his mouth.

As soon as the man is walking away he laughs breathlessly, his cheeks bright red.

Louis came on a second later, sauntering out onto the stage in red lingerie and black stockings. Niall let out a shaky breath, his eyes roaming his new friends curves. He admired how graceful and sexy Louis looked, a smirk ever-present on his face.

And it looked like the men were absolutely entranced by Louis' hips. Niall flushed pink, tearing his eyes away from Louis when another patron came up to the bar, ordering a drink.

Niall made the drink, trying to be quick, and smiling up at the man. "there you go." he said, giggling at the compliment.

The night seemed rather slow, not too crowded or anything.

Niall felt more at home behind the bar then he had assumed he would, serving the men with a smile on his face, swaying his hips a bit more then he normally would.

When Zayn went on stage, he stared, eyes glued to his boyfriend's body, ears tinted pink. He watched the entire act, his eyes hungrily drinking in every bit of Zayn Malik. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Zayn's hips.

When Zayn was done, he winked down at the crowd before slapping his own ass and sauntering off of the stage.

Niall didn't recover the entire night, his mind still stuck on Zayn's sinfully delicious abs. It really wasn't fair how absolutely gorgeous he was. When the club closed, Niall wiped down the bar, making sure everything was orderly before disappearing backstage, looking for his Zayn.

"Hey, Irish." he heard from beside him, turning to spot Louis.

He smiled, "you looked absolutely lovely on stage." he commended, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "red is a nice color on you." he added after, chuckling.

"Why thank you, sweetheart. That means a lot coming from a sexy young thing like you." he teased, ruffling his hair, "Now, have you seen Harry? He closed the show, so he's hard. We all have to get a bit worked up before we get on stage. The clients prefer us hot and bothered." he explained. "And I'd like nothing more then to suck my boyfriend's cock." he added the last part bluntly.

Niall just shook his head, frowning a bit. Louis huffed, mumbling something to himself before prancing away, going off to search for Harry.

Niall walked around slowly, smiling when he saw Zayn in his sweats and t-shirt, a cigarette in his mouth.he smiled around the poison, walking over, "Hey, love." he said softly, taking the cigarette from his mouth to kiss Niall's temple.

"you're incredibly hot." he blurted out.

Zayn laughed, shaking his head and raising his eyebrows. "You weren't aware before?" he teased, ruffling the Blond's hair.

"No. Of course I knew before, Zayn." he said a bit defensively, looking down at his feet.

"Aw, babe. Don't be like that. I was just kidding.

"I dunno what to do with the tips." he said. "So I brought them back here. Do we like split them or something?" he asked, not responding to Zayn's comment.

The darker lad shook his head. "No, Niall, babe. The tips are yours. You get to keep them." he said, and Niall's eyes widened, his head snapping up, his eyes meeting Zayn's.

"What!?" he asked loudly, completely shocked.

"You earn your tips. Everyone here gets to keep all of their own tips." he explained, kissing Niall's cheek. A grin spread across Niall's face.

"Wow..." he said. "So do you reckon that I have a job now?" he asked. "As a bartender, I mean." he clarified, and Zayn nodded. "By the looks of it, the crowd loved you." he said.

Niall nodded, putting his tips in his Jean pockets before changing back into his normal clothes. He stared at himself in the mirror, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he knew himself. It wasn't a stranger staring back at him.

Once they were back home, Niall counted his tips and set most of it on the counter. "For rent." he said. "I'll have to cover half of course. But for now, this is my downpayment." he explained, watching as Zayn put it in an envelope.

"I'll have to trade them in for larger bills." he explains. "Or, I suppose we can just put it in my account? That's usually how I pay. I write a check." Niall nodded. "yeah, okay. You can do whatever is easiest." he said, smiling.

Zayn nodded. "You should get some sleep. You have school in the morning." he said, running a hand through his hair.

Niall frowned deeply, scrunching his nose up a bit. "You mean that we have school in the morning." he argued, and Zayn looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"No. Zayn Malik, you did not." he said, sounding positively furious.

Zayn shrugged pulling out a cigarette and going outside, not responding. Niall made an annoyed sound before stomping right out after him.

"Zayn! Please tell me that you didn't." he said, sounding a bit softer, pleasing almost. And Zayn spun around, shrugging dramatically.

"It's my decision, Niall. I'm emancipated and I'm old enough. It isn't your choice." he argued, and Niall almost slapped him for being so fucking stupid.

"But you can't just drop out of bloody secondary school! How do you expect to go to University!?" he demanded, and Zayn laughed bitterly.

"You honestly think that that's an option for me?" he snapped. "I barely make rent, Niall. How do you expect me to pay for University?" Niall shut up a bit at that, looking down.

"You can't be a stripper forever." he pointed out. "Thayer have programs. And loans. You need to come back and finish. It's only a couple of months left, really." he explained, finally understanding why Zayn hadn't been coming to school.

He shrugged. "This isn't the time to be fighting about this, Niall. Go get some sleep." he said, an air of finality to it.

Niall nodded, blinking once before disappearing inside, dragging a blanket out and setting up a bed on the couch.

He was so annoyed with Zayn's lack of faith in his future, and the lat thing that he wanted that night was cuddles. He passed out quickly, sleeping restlessly the whole night.

He woke up in their bed, face smashed against Zayn's chest, and he sighed,