Chapter 8

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After dinner I went straight to my room. It was my second night here. Nothing eventful. New friends and new school. I logged on to my facebook account and scrolled throught the messages. No new messages. Looks like none of my old friends missed me yet. There were a few friend request from a few I recognized as my classmates. Then I heard a ding sound. I have a new message. It from Niall.

Niall: Hey Zayn got used to the place yet?

I started to type as well.

Zayn: Not yet bro, not even close

Niall: There's not much to do. It's a small town so you'll memorize the route in no time.

Zayn: Haha. I hope so. Louis met my family. I think he's part of the family now.

Niall: Awwwwww!! No fair!

Zayn: Don't worry. I'll introduce you when you come around.

Niall: No doubt. I won't forgive you if you don't son!

Zayn: Are you trying to sound gangsta? It doesn't sound good on you. Hahahaha

Niall: well whatever. Hazza seems to like it.

Zayn: Hazza?

Niall: That's Harry. I call him that sometimes.

Zayn: Hazza.... I kinda like it. Would you mind if I use it?

Niall: all good. Anyway it's dinner time and the food is practically calling me.

Zayn: No worries. Don't let the food wait. go for it. Lol

Niall: Thanks. Good night Zayn.

Zayn: Good night Niall.

That was actually one of the longest conversation I had with Niall. He seems more confindent on a keyboard. That reminds me. I have to look for Louis and Harry on facebook.

I tap the search button and type in Louis' name. A list of name appears and I clicked on the account with Louis' picture on it. I sent him a friend request. Next I type in Harry's name. I clicked on the account with a black and white polaroid camera as a profile picture. I looked for a picture with Harry on it so I knew it was his. There were lot of artsy pictures in it. But in the end there were pictures of Harry with his family. So Harry was a photographer. I have to make collab photos with him. I sent him a feiend request and scrolled through my feed.

Then I heard a ding sound. A new notofication. Harry accepted mt friend request. Followed by another Ding. Harry sent me a message.

Harry: Hey Z :)

Zayn: Hey Hazza

Harry: Where did you get that nickname.

Zayn: From Niall ;) xxx

Harry: I have to talk to him about giving up on that nickname.

Zayn: I kinda like it.

Harry: okay then. Whatever.

Zayn: So you're into photography?

Harry: Yeah. How'd you know?

Zayn: Simple. I stalked you ;) xxx

Harry: ooooh. There's a hot guy stalking me.

Zayn: I'm not that hot babe. xxx

Harry. Oh you are. xxx

Zayn: so anywway. How about a collab. I draw you take pics.

Harry: you draw?

Zayn: yeah. Not to be concieted but I'm really good.

Harry. Oh yes. Not concieted at all. Lol

Zayn: that wasn't. So what do you say?

Harry: interesting proposal but let's see a few of your work first. Bring it tomorrow. I'll go through it.

Zayn: Sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow then.

Harry: Yeah. See you tomorrow. Babe. Lol.
XD

Harry seems fluffy on the keyboard. The internet brings out the best in people. I just laughed at the though.

I saw a notification saying louis accepted my friend request. I immediatley message him.

Zayn: Hey Louis!!

Louis: Go to sleep Malik!
Louis: middle finger emoticon.

Seems that it doesn't bring out the best in everyone.

Zayn: Foul aren't we.

Louis: Just sleepy. I'll see you tomorrow. Night Z xxx

Zayn: Night.

With that I logged off and went to bed. It was kinda late. Half past ten maybe. I started to drift off but I got woken up by moans.

They sounded familiar.

It was Mr. Payne and that blonde kid again.

Third Person P.O.V.

Zayn just put all his focus on tryting to sleep but it was no use.

The voices were erotic. Very very sexual. It was very distracting. Zayn felt tingly again. His breath started to hitch. He lied face down and covered his face. He could feel himself getting hotter by just the sound of the two males. He's mind started to drift to a thought. He imagined how the two were positioned. The younger above the the older, pumping up and down riding the older's manhood with all his might. The older thrusting his hips upward to meet the movement of the younger. Eachtime the younger's prostate was hit, he would moan in pleasure. Their breathing became faster. Zayn started to stroke himself. The sounds getting louder and louder. Zayn was about to reach his limit. Zayn coveded his face with his pillow to cover the moans leaving from his lips. Zayn was panting and his strokes becoming faster and sloppier. Each stroke sending tingles through his whole existence. As the voices came to a screaming moan as Zayn assumes they reached their climax, Zayn curled his toes in a signal that Zayn spurt his jizz all over his covers, with a slightly load groan. He immediately took of his shirt. Wiped away the sweat on his body, wiped the leftover sperm hanging on the head of his cock and wiping his cover clean. He threw it away to the side of his room. The exhaustion forcing him to close his eyes and the pleasure letting him drift off to a wonderful dream.
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Next morning Zayn was woken up by a nudge.

Zayn's P.O.V.
"Give me a few more minutes mum. " I turned to the other side.

"This isn't your mother Zayn. And why does it smell like jizz in here?" Louis' voice asked.

I immediately shot out of bed in embrassment. "It's not."

"Did you wank off last night and didn't wash off?" Louis cringed. He picked up the shirt on the corner of the room. "Why is this stick..." He stopped talking. And made face, only dropping the shirt immediately. "Take a bath and get dressed. I don't want to be late." He walked to the doorway with a blank expression. "Cool room by the way. Next time I visit I hope it won't be covered in cum." And he left me to get ready.

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