"Zayn!" Niall yells as Zayn dips him, arms wrapped tightly around his lithe, thin body, keeping him close. Niall's face flushes red, to the tip of his ears to his chest, flames engulfing him. He's never felt this hot and tingly in his life, and he loves it. It's like wicked fire and sneaking out. It's like something illegal, something like a drug, and every time Zayn says his name in his thick Bradford accent his heart races and he craves that drug again. It's addicting and Niall just can't seem to get enough.
"Oh Niall your so cute," Zayn whispers, pressing a feather light kiss to the pale boys nose, winding his fingers in the pale blond hair at the nape of Niall's neck. "Your like..." Zayn says, as he whirls Niall around and picks his up and twirled him around his body and Niall's feet are cutely of the ground. Like a child's feet.
"Your like a puppy. Like a cute little baby fido with blond hair and saucer eyes and beautiful pink lips." Zayn says, as a slow song creeps into the steroe and crawls out of the speaker like fingers and whirls around the room. Zayn traces the outline of Niall's lips. Niall sets his head against his shoulder and smiles so wide he fears his face might split in half.
"Beautiful pink lips?" Niall asks, lowering his hand so it rests dangerously low on Zayn's back. Zayn shivers under Niall's touch, body shaking.
"Pretty boy lips, pretty boy hair, pretty boy teeth." Zayn says as he rests his cheek against Niall's cheek, Niall softly caressing Zayn's lower back.
"And what does that make me?" Niall asks breathily, overwhelmed with vivid tingles. Sparks are jumping, a pretty flower pettaling out inside of NIall's tummy, erupting into hundreds of fast flapping butterflies to make his shiver and waiver under Zayn's teasing touch.
"It makes you a pretty boy, pretty boy." Zayn says, whispering into Niall's white ear, licking the shell of his lobe with a wet, sloppy tongue. Niall laughs and Zayn pulls back and puckers his lips, leaning in with eyelids that flutter close. Niall turns his head so pouty lips land on his cheek instead of flush on his own lips.
"I don't kiss on the first date you slag." Niall says very softly.
Suddenly the school bell rings and the colored and the non colored alike, go screaming and shouting and streaking from the detention and special ed room like lightning. Niall laughs heartily and grabs Zayn hand in his own, running with wild screeches out of the room following Liam, who's racing towards the door that leads outside. They burst into the fresh air and follow Liam's rapid steps down the street, giggling and laughing and tickling eachother senseless, the gang walking down the street towards the Corny Collin's show and towards something else too.
Something like freedom.
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Gelled -Lilo & Ziall-
Fanfiction"Integration now! Segregation never!" The calls are vivid up and down the street. Colored and non-colored hands clasp picket post signs and white posterboards with colorful words. The entrance to the Corny Collin's show is packed with bodies, a tang...
