A little bit of fun (Ziall)

Chapter 8

"I had so much fun" I said, despite the bruises scattered around my skin.

 "Yeah" Zayn smiled. "Are you okay though?" he asked, eyeing my blemished body. Each one of them came from falling down and knocking into the bottom of the ramp.

"Yeah, never better" I grinned.

Zayn smiled with crinkled eyes and yeah, smiling Zayn is my favorite Zayn.

"What are you staring at?" he asked and I blushed as I realized I've been staring too long.

"N-nothing" I stuttered but blushed even harder when Zayn raised an eyebrow at me. "A-alright, I just thought that seeing you smile is one of my favorite things to do in the world" I admitted.

Zayn's eyes widened in surprise and for a moment, all the blood drained from my face as I thought about how I just ruined the start of a very beautiful friendship. What if Zayn thinks I like him when I don't? Okay, maybe I do like him, but just as a friend. 

I silently snorted. I should stop lying to myself.

I expected Zayn to run away, or just hopefully hit me. It's better to be hit than to be afraid of. I don't what will happen to me if Zayn starts avoiding me like before. I know he can be rude and yeah maybe I really hated him back then but today he proved to me that he is somehow a good person. 

But what I did not expect is for Zayn to lean forward and press his lips lightly against mine. The kiss -- or shall I say peck-- was so quick; I had no idea if it even happened at all.

But then Zayn's blushing and looking at the ground and yep, that definitely happened.

"Sorry" Zayn said after about a minute of silence.

"For?" I asked. My face was burning and my lips are tingling but what matters is that Zayn kissed me and he's blushing about it.

"You know..." he trailed off.

"For kissing me?" I decided to tease him and felt warmth bubbling inside me as I saw that I had made him all shy and blushy.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry, I--" I cut Zayn off by pressing my lips against his as well, except maybe this kiss lasted for a minute. I only pulled away because my lips were beginning to sting and did 5 feathers just fall.

"Oh" was all Zayn said.

"That's it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No I meant. Oh, that's what your lips feel like, and yeah, maybe I’ve been wondering all along" Zayn smiled shyly and I was taken back because Zayn may blush but he never smiles shyly.

"I hope I live up to your expectations" I said.

"Even better" Zayn grinned.

The both of us just stared at each other before bursting into a fit of giggle and laughter. Unfortunately, good things come to an end as I looked up the sky and realized it was getting dark.

"I should go" I said hesitantly. "But I really had fun"

"So I'm guessing I'm not a prick anymore?" Zayn said, his grin still plastered to his face.

"You're still a prick, just a hot prick though" I admitted. "A hot prick that can be a not-prick sometimes" I continued. Zayn laughed and I wanted to make him laugh so more but then I started shivering. "I really have to go" I said.

"I wish you didn’t" Zayn sighed.

"I have to go" I said once again. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah" Zayn smiled. 

I gave him one last smile before taking off. I didn't want to look behind me in fear that I might not resist staying with him for another couple hours.

While flying, I was thinking about when did everything change? When did I start to actually like Zayn? I've always thought he was attractive but it was always the looks for me back then. Now I'm starting to like those little bits of Zayn that I never thought I would see before.

While Zayn's smile clouded my thoughts, my father's warnings did as well. What if Zayn has an ulterior motive all along? Isn’t that what devils do? They attract people before crushing them physically or mentally.

But Zayn's nice right?

I sighed, I'm so torn. Now I don't know if I'm making the right decision by liking Zayn.

I used the front door of my house for once and was surprised to see my father waiting for me with crossed arms.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"Just...Liam" I lied. Good thing my dad was too busy glaring at me to notice that a feather has fallen.

"Are you sure you weren’t with that Styles kid?" dad said.

"No dad" I sighed. "I was just with Liam the entire day”. Why does he think I'm gonna get killed or hurt every second of every day? I'm capable of defending myself.

Before my dad could lean forward and sniff me, I quickly dodged him and ran upstairs to my room. "I'll talk to you later dad!" I shouted to not sound rude.

I arrived at my door and opened it gently; I stepped inside with a sigh and nearly yelped when I felt someone attack me.

"Niall!" a familiar set of curls said.

"Harry" I whispered before pushing him off me and standing up so I can shut the door behind me. "What are you doing here? My dad is here and you know he hates you"

"I needed to know what happened between you and Zayn" Harry shrugged as he jumped on my bed. He places his head on top of his hands as his elbows rested on my duvet. "So... did you kiss on your first official date?"

"First of all, it wasn’t a date" I defended.

"And second of all?" Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I blushed and remained silent.

"Ohmygod" I heard Harry say. "Please tell me you kissed"

I shrugged. "It was more of a peck"

Harry stared at me before rolling off my bed and lunging at me. The both of us fell on the floor since Harry wasn't really as a feather.

"Oomph" I said as my back made contact with my floor.

"Niall you dog! I can't believe you and Zayn kissed!" Harry gushed and I shushed him because my dad's somewhere in the house.

"It was a peck" I shrugged.

"Do you like him?" Harry said as he rolled his eyes.

"He's okay" I shrugged.

"Please Niall, I know you and I know you don't just like people because they're okay"

"Okay yeah maybe I was wrong at first when I said I would never like him. He's okay" I shrugged. Harry was still staring at me with a raised eyebrow so I sighed and gave in. “Okay so he’s really hot and apparently he can be nice as well. And his lips are really soft and he was so gentle with me awhile ago and I swear, if our skins weren’t burning every time we touched, I would have held unto him forever. I guess he’s an angel in disguise and now I’m guilty because I shouldn’t be liking him but yeah—“ I looked at Harry. “I do. I like him a lot”

Harry rolled his eyes but got off me. "You know what this means?" Harry smiled as his eyes glimmered in mischief.

"What?" I said as I gulped.

"Another double date!"