A little bit of fun (Ziall)

Chapter 7

"Aw, my little Nialler's got a date!" Harry cooed and I blushed.

"It's not a date. Zayn and I are just hanging out" I said. Harry rolled his eyes so I turned away from him and fixed myself in front of the mirror.

"If you guys are just hanging out then why are you dressed so nice and sexy just for him?" Harry said. I wasn’t sure if that was a joke or a compliment but I rolled my eyes anyway and looked at him through his reflection on the mirror.

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to look good for myself? That I want to feel better about myself?" I asked incredulously.

"Has it occurred to you that you don't need to make yourself feel better because you're already an amazing angel and Liam loves you and I love you and Zayn will probably love you and wouldn't that be the start of a tragic story?" Harry said lazily as he stretched and lied down on my bed. Thank god he closed his eyes because my face was as red as a tomato.

"Whatever. I just want to look good because Zayn thinks I hate him and I don't want him to think that I think he's irrelevant"

Harry's eyes opened again and they stared at me with mischief and malice swimming in them. "So you do admit that you're looking good for him?"

I blushed again and this time, Harry is there to witness it. "Whatever" I huffed. 

Harry was about to say something but then I heard the bells inside my head. Usually, it was a signal that Liam needed help but as of this moment, it's a signal that Zayn's ready to see me.

"Bye" was all I said to harry before I jumped out of the window and even though I will never admit it, I was more than excited to see Zayn and actually spend the entire day with him. Unless of course, he starts acting like a prick. But then again, he did assure me that he's a prick, but he'll try and not be one just for me.

My breath got stuck in my throat as I saw Zayn casually waiting for me, leaning against the wall of Liam's room. Liam was too busy studying but what really matters right now is how that grey tank top looks really good on Zayn.

"Hey" I whispered.

Zayn turned around and smirked at me while bluntly eyeing me up and down. "All that? For me?"

I blushed. I don't know what the big deal is. I'm just wearing an American flag singlet and pants. Okay maybe I'm not being as conservative as usual was. And maybe I have been working on my biceps lately, but other than that, I'm still not special.

"What? It's no big deal" I said.

Zayn just chuckled lightly while shaking his head from side to side. "Oh but it is" I can feel his burning gaze and it sends fire through my skin.

I decided to change the topic. "Let’s go, yeah?"

Zayn just shrugged in reply, his eyes still on me.

I took one last look at Liam, who yawned and scratched the back of his head. As if Zayn could read my mind, he spoke up. "He'll be okay. You'll hear the bells anyways, right? And if I'm not there, then what could go wrong?" Zayn joked.

I just smiled at him and nodded. "Let's go" I said once again.

"Cool, follow me" he said then proceeded to fly around Liam's room until he left through the window. I took a deep breath. You can do this Niall, I thought to myself before I did the same.

I caught Zayn just a few feet away from me and he isn't even bothered to look behind him and check if I was following him.  I huffed and rolled my eyes. He's acting like one of those douchey boyfriends who don't even wait for their girlfriends.