Fools In Love *Ziall Fanfiction* (Finished)

Chapter 20

    Niall's P.O.V.:
"T-There's something... that I didn't tell you." Zayn said and looked like he was about to cry. Seeing him like this shocked me to say the least.
I had never seen him this upset.

"What is it?" I asked, worriedly looking at him in front of me in the bath tub. "Zayn, you know that you can tell me anything."
"I know. It's just... I usually don't talk about it." He admitted and focused his on the bubbles in the water, before speaking up again.
"When I was eleven... my Dad died because of cancer.Since then my Mum had to take care of me and my sisters alone."

I stared at him. How could I have not known that? Okay sure he never told me. But I should have noticed that his Dad was never there, even when the rest of his family was present. "I'm sorry." I didn't know what else there was to say. I couldn't even imagine how hard it must have been for him and his family.

"It's okay. I learned how to deal with it. You can't change the past." He said. I could tell that he was relieved that he told me.

"I'm still sorry. But I'm glad that you told me." Zayn looked at me smiling through the sadness in his eyes. "You would have found out sooner or later."

I pretended to be hurt. "Does that mean you don't trust me?" I asked offended. "Of course I trust you. You wouldn't be my boyfriend if I didn't trust you."

I had to supress a grin, when he called me that. "What?" He asked curious. I shrugged my shoulders. "It still feels weird calling you my 'boyfriend'." When I saw him grinning I couldn't hold it in any longer and smiled back at him.

"You'll get used to it." - "I guess I have no other choice, huh?" I smirked at him. "Yup, you have to. Because I won't let go of you any time soon." My heart swelled at his words.

Even though he said it in a joking manner, it still touched me. "That's good, cause I ain't letting go of you too." It was a it weird being all cheesy with him, but it was a good kind of weird.

"Did I ever tell you that I love your accent?" Zayn asked me unexpectedly. I raised my eyebrows. "Uhm... no?" I made it sound like a question. "Well, I love your accent." He said smirking, causing me to blush. At times I thought that just his smirk could make me blush.

"And I love when you blush." He added, smirking even more. "And I love when you blush." I teased him and saw how he slightly wrinkled his nose again and his eyes became a little distant, obviously trying to prevent himself from blushing.

Now it was me grinning triumphantly. "You cheeky little leprechaun." I laughed at him.
"I'm not little! I'm actually very big." ... Only now did I realise how wrong that sounded. Here goes my blush again, I thought embarrassed.
I had to remember to think first before talking.

"Aw, you're  so cute." Zayn cooed and I his my face in my arms. "Come here." I heard him say.
"But I'm naked." I protested, looking up at him while pouting. "I am too." He stated,"But I don't recall getting a kiss today from you."
I bit my lip hesitantly, but leaned forward any way and got on my knees to make it easier. Zayn had leaned forward to and now our faces were inches apart. I could feel him breathing against my lips. It didn't take him any longer connect our lips and he moved his against mine.

I felt the familiar tingling sensation again in my whole body. The kiss was just beautiful. Long, soft and sweet.
But then Zayn did something unexpected. I felt him licking with his tongue against my lips. I opened them immediately even though I was a bit hesitant. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and explored every corner of it. I let out a quiet, muffled moan.
This was beyond anything I've ever felt before. Although it felt a bit strange in the beginning.

(A/N: This... might get a wee bit... sexual...)
Suddenly I felt his hand underneath my thigh, moving slowly to the front. "What are you doing?" I asked against his lips, but kept my eyes closed. "What does it look like?" I could feel him grinning smugly. "Just tell me, if you want me to stop." I nodded my head slightly. "Okay."
I took in a sharp breath when he touched my cock and I felt myself getting harder by the second when he started stroking.
I had to hold in a moan and almost bit his lip.

I would've never thought we were going to do something like 'this' any time soon. I wasn't complaining thought. Had I known, him touching me like that felt this amazing, I probably would've let him do it when we just got together. I couldn't believe that it hadn't even been a whole week since then.

My breathing increased as he got faster in his movements. I hoped that I locked the door. I didn't think me and Zayn and neither my parents or brother would like it if they just barged in on us doing... sexual things.

That would be the worst experience of my life, I knew that for sure.

I laid my hands on Zayn's shoulders to steady myself. I had to break free from our kiss to breath properly and let my head fall against the base of his neck, trying not to moan, but failing.

"Zayn." I mumbled in his neck, breathing heavily. I could feel myself getting closer to climaxing. Zayn obviously noticed too and went even faster, causing me to bite his neck to keep as quiet as possible.

A few seconds later I released, panting and exhausted.

(A/N: Sexual part over! I know, shame on me!)

"What the hell did just happen?" I said in his neck. Zayn chuckled. "I gave you a han-" I shushed him and put my hand over his mouth. "Don't. Say it." I hissed, making him laugh even more.

"Well, you seemed to be enjoying it." And I could just hear the smirk in his voice. I knew I was probably as red as a tomato. Wether it was of embarrassment or arousal, I didn't know.

I grumbled at him. "Let's just hope my parents and Greg didn't hear." Zayn instantly grew silent and I knew that now he was the one blushing again. "Not so tough now, are ya?" I asked cheekily, looking up at him and leaning back again, due to the uncomfortable position I was in.

"Shut up." He muttered, avoiding my eyes. "Anyway, I think we should get out. We've been in here for quite a while." I announced the embarrassment almost forgotten.

"Close your eyes." I told him, but he wouldn't budge. "Do you really think that's necessary after what just happened?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

I couldn't help the little blush that sneaked it's way up to my cheeks again. "Yes I do!" I snapped at him. Zayn finally put his hand over his eyes and I quickly got out of the tub. My legs felt a bit wobbly, probably due to the previous 'events'.

After I dried myself off and put on the new clothes I told Zayn that he can look again. "Close your eyes." He mocked me and I rolled my eyes but still put my hands over them and waited for him to get dressed.

Only seconds later I felt him grab my wrists as he pulled them from my face. I looked into his deep brown beautiful eyes. I felt the desire to hug him and that's what I did. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. I blushed a bit as I saw that the faint bite-marks were still there, although they weren't as prominent as before.

Zayn also wrapped his arms around me and stroked my back lightly. "Did I ever tell you that I love your eyes?" I copied him from earlier. "I don't think so." He replied. "Well, I love your eyes." I smiled.

"Zayn?" I asked him. "Hm?" He mumbled quietly and I could feel slight vibrations against my chest. "Are you blushing?" - "No." He answered, but I could tell he was lying. "Really?" I asked and removed myself a bit from him to look at his face, but he made short process and pulled me as fast as possible back into his chest. "Don't. I told you I was not blushing." He grumbled.

I laughed at him. "Whatever you say. But we should get to bed, we have school tomorrow." Zayn agreed and we went together out of the room and downstairs to say goodnight to my parents, who were currently sitting in the living room, watching a movie.

"We're gonna go to bed." I announced and they looked up at us. Mum smiled warmly, whilst Dad looked a bit awkward. I didn't blame him though. He just had to get used to everything going on right now. It's not everyday that your son tells you that he's gay and has a boyfriend. "Okay, I'm gonna wake you two in the morning." I caught a glimpse in her eyes, probably a warning as to leave our clothes on during the night.

"Good night!" I said enthusiastically and pulled Zayn back upstairs with me to my room. When we in my room I reluctantly let go of his hand.

"I think it would be better if you leave your clothes on for the night." I warned him as he started taking off his clothes. "I always sleep in boxers." He said and took his shirt of. My body definitely wasn't ready for this. He was just... I couldn't even find the words. Ugh... why did he have to have such a hot, sexy body?

"You done staring?" He asked smirking again. I turned back to reality and huffed. "I wasn't staring." I complained childishly and took off my sweatpants and then crawled under the covers in my bed. I made myself comfortable and snuggled into my pillow, suddenly sleepy. No suprise, it was a long day and so much had happened.

Zayn got in next to me and moved me roughly to the other side of my bed towards the wall to make himself some space. "Give me some of your blanket." He whined. But I didn't move one finger. That's what he got for literally shoving me over here. "Please?" He pleaded. Ugh... he was so cute. How did he manage to stay beside all this sexiness so cute? I kept my eyes closed but let go of the blanket, which I was clutching to my chest before.

He slipped under the blanket and I laid my head against his chest and wrapped one arm around his waist. "Am I more comfortable than your bed?" He asked chuckling. I smiled slightly. "Hmm... maybe." He wrapped his arms loosely around me and I quickly fell asleep in the comfortable position.
Because he, in fact, was more comfortable than my bed.
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A/N: .........................     zasdfghjkl;

That. Wasn't supposed to happen O_O

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