Hungry (Ziall AU)

Chapter Eight

Hungry - Chapter Eight

Textiles, a subject Niall was never good at. But like always, Zayn was better. He groaned when his fingers got caught in the thread and he stared at it for a second, looking for a way to untie himself. "Urgh!" He pouted, slouching in defeat. His fingers were all tangled up in black thread and the thin string was beginning to cut the blood circulation in his fingers. He looked next to him, where Zayn sat, to see him perfectly stitching on some appliqué to his 'bag design' (A/N: I DID ZIALL FOR MY BAG DESIGN #SWAGYOLO) "you're so good at this" Niall muttered in jealousy as he humphed at his purple fingers. He sighed in relief when Zayn tore the strings off his hands in ease, its normal colour returning. Zayn sighed at him, his head shaking.

"Thank yooou" Niall said, rubbing his fingers "What? No kiss?" Zayn whined, the snickering behind them going unnoticed. "Maybe later, Zaynie. Gotta get this finished!" His tongue poking out on the side in concentration as he tried to get the thread into the needle, his voice quiet as a whisper. "Just a quick one" Zayn pressed on, a hand resting on the blonde's waist, he scooted his chair closer. Niall ignored him, so focused on getting the thing into the damn hole.

Seeing that the boy was ignoring him, Zayn sighed. "C'mere, princess." he quickly pecked him on the cheek, pulling away with a content smile. Niall tried to act as if he didn't care, as if it had no affect on him. Sadly, his body betrayed him, his cheeks blushing the darkest shade. "Mmm, you liked that didn't you?" Zayn whispered huskily into his ear, their thighs pressing together as well as Zayn's lips on Niall's neck. "Z-Zayn.." He..whimpered?

"Uhm..Niall, Zayn? Please, not in class." The teacher interrupted, shaking her head. The two nodded and she turned back to the board, writing down some stuff. Zayn snook a glance at his blonde princess and grinned when the pink at his cheeks were going all the way down to his neck. "Stop staring at me" the boy mumbled and Zayn would chuckle in response. Niall shook his head, thoughts of Perrie filling his mind. No. He told himself. This isn't right. 

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"Niall!" The blonde walked quickly forward, trying to ignore the calls of his name. "Niall? Wait!" hearing Zayn's voice again, he turned a corner, beginning to sprint away. He heard the squeak of Zayn's shoes catch up to him and soon he felt a tug at his elbow. "Niall," he panted "Why are you avoiding me?" He asked. The irish boy looked away from him, he was indeed avoiding Zayn, but only because it was for the good of his sister. "I'm not avoiding you" Niall shrugged, "Psshh, says the guy that started running away as soon as I shouted his name" the older rolled his eyes, hand reaching out to grab Niall's quickly. "Whats wrong?" Niall's lip quivered, he took it in between his teeth nervously before mumbling a short "Perrie" Zayn frowned "What about her?" "She's my sister, Zayn. I can't do this. I justcan't." He sighed out, aware of all the people staring at them. "C'mere" he tugged at his sleeve, leading them into a more private room. The two boys walked into an empty classroom, Zayn seating himself on  the desk whilst Niall stood in front of him. 

"Stop worrying princess, 'kay?" Zayn tried to soothe but Niall merely scoffed, rolling his eyes "How can I not worry? She's been texting me everyday checking if I was alright, and all i wanted to say was 'no'! I've gone so close to actually telling her!" Niall ranted. "Don't think about it so much, just ...do something to get your mind off of it." Zayn shrugged, his lips slowly curling up. "I have an idea" he whispered, pulling Niall's hips towards him. "What're you–" his words were cut by Zayn's mouth. However instead of the usual, lust-filled, heated, hungry kisses he gives. This one was a whole lot more..slow, passionate. And Niall really liked this kind of kiss, so he didn't hesitate to kiss back. The silence of the room broken by the sound of their lips. Niall expected this was just another way to get them to fuck but no, after a few minutes Zayn pulled away, a suggestive smile on his lips as if to say 'better?' Of course, Niall nodded.