Sex Lessons |z.h.|

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Zayn didn't know what to do. Never in his entire twenty three years of existence had he encountered such a timid and scared person. Was this how the kids today were around topics of sex? Were they all this fidgety and shivering mess? He had tried countless numbers of time so to get Niall to shut the fuck up or just calm down but the small boy refused to budge. 

His thoughts went back to the fifteen year old Ashton, who Louis had bought about. Even Ashton wasn't this scared of Zayn and let's be clear here, during his high school days Zayn was a much scarier person. Maybe it was the fact that Ashton actually wanted to learn how to sex someone up while Niall seemed to just want to read a Barbie Princess story and go to sleep. The raven haired man was most definitely confused. Sure Niall was a looker. The booty shorts were totally doing him justice and the ruffled up blonde hair was adding to the mix of innocence and sexiness but there was something very off about Niall. He needed to ask Louis about the blonde's health because right now, it seemed like his social anxiety disorder was kicking in as he kept on glaring at the wall and refused to look at Zayn. 

Zayn had always been a good teacher. Every student whom he had nurtured with the knowledge about sex had definitely managed to get laid within a few days and let's just say their partners never ever wanted to leave. It was some kind of a skill he was born with you could say. He knew how to put his hands and tongue to good use and when he reached the age of sixteen, he had suddenly decided to pass on this knowledge to others. For him, sex was an art and it had to be properly learnt and understood. You don't just have to cramp on that porn shit but rather, you need to experience it. Practice makes perfect and Zayn was, most certainly, prefect. 

Over the years, he had had several students and had also taught them everything. From kissing to blowjob, to the random hand-jobs and even ass-jobs. He knew how to put a human body to good work but what can he possibly to when the petite blonde refused to even meet his eyes? 

"I'm not going to do anything today. We just have to talk, can you do that?' There was a hint of annoyance in his tone but he refused to hide it. The boy deserved to know how fucking immature he was being by ignoring Zayn. Yes, Louis was most certainly wrong in leaving the blonde behind specially if he actually did suffer from social anxiety. He made a mental note to have a word with Louis about how jittery and fidgety the blonde was just because Zayn was in the room with him. It could've been normal nervousness or anger but wouldn't he have screamed or shouted profanities then? That would have made much more sense than glaring at the neat white wall or the countless photo frames as if they were going to murder a dog and eat him alive.

"You won't touch me?" The voice was barely above a whisper but Zayn still heard it, causing a sigh of relief to escape his lips. This was new though, people telling him not to touch them since he was so very used to men and women alike, throwing themselves at him. Sure he wore dark clothes, had countless tattoos and even lots of piercings and a really bad temper problem which he usually spent on his boxing lessons but other than that, he was a good guy and maybe people these days were a bit too much into the 'taming the bad boy' concept. Whatever it was, Zayn got lots of pussy and ass on a daily basis and nobody, he means it though, nobody had ever said such a thing to him or acted as if they were repulsed by him. 

"I won't do anything you don't want me too," He gave the small blonde a genuine smile, wanting nothing more than to ease the tension. He really hoped Niall could talk to him properly and without widening his eyes as if Zayn was going to rape him any second now. One thing he didn't like was people forcing somebody into a sexual act or anything actually, without their consent. It was just sick and the fact that Niall might have labelled Zayn as a potential rapist just ticked him off. 

"Now do you know why you are here?" Fuck, he sounded like a therapist and maybe Niall thought the same way as well since the blonde actually decided to let out a laugh at that. Zayn made a mental note about getting Niall to laugh more. It was a beautiful sound and over all, Niall was actually a very beautiful person. But Zayn didn't find himself capable of appreciating human beings and their beauty. He felt it was stupid to actually admire someone and then fall in love with people. Why waste your life and time doing shits like love when you could be fucking a very fit girl or guy at the back of the club? 

"I'm here because my best friend decided to be a total ass and leave me alone with a stranger, Dr. Malik," Niall laughed again, making Zayn's smile widen. It was good to know that the blonde actually had a sense of humor and was that an Irish accent he noticed? Whatever it was, the blonde's voice was definitely smooth like butter. 

"I'll talk to your best friend. Maybe we could make this a group therapy, Mr. Horan," Niall laughed again causing Zayn to join in. It was an easy atmosphere and Zayn could feel Niall finally settling in. Now he could go on slowly to approach topics about how much sexual experience did Niall have and what was the exact thing he needed guidance in. Louis had clearly told Zayn that Niall was a complete novice but that couldn't be right. He was eighteen years old for crying out loud. 

"So Louis told me you are going to touch me in my no-no areas?" Zayn stared wide eyed at the boy in front of him. W-was he- what?! He had so much to discuss with Louis freaking Tomlinson. 

AN/ Not much but at least we're getting somewhere. I have to tell you guys about my days when I was absent from updating stories on wattpad. I swear I'm the unluckiest  person alive. Read it on and maybe you'll find happiness in my misery. 

So, now that I'm done with my exams and completely bored out of my wits, I had decided to go for swimming lessons (I do know how to swim, I just needed to perfect it) and then go for dance lessons but my friend kept on procrastinating the entire ordeal (it's a big word so did I use it in the right context?). Anywhore, I went swimming on  my own and everything was going just fucking peachy when I decided to come out of the pool when the time had ended and ended up tripping while going for the changing rooms. I had a Niall moment because the moment I went down on the floor, I quickly got myself up, hoping nobody even saw it. The world is an extremely dangerous place because I was surrounded by little kids who were running around on the same land but nobody tripped and me, a full grown 17 year old ended up falling. Talk about unfair? 

Basically I hurt my feet. It's a huge scratch and a piece of skin came off so now i have trouble walking. Hopefully I'll be fine by monday. 

Then the worst possible thing happened. These bunch of boys play cricket outside my house (there's a teeny tiny park outside of my house) and well, their cricket balls always end up somehow entering my house because they're good players and it's a really small park and the boundary for a 6 is really not there. So, I got angry yesterday and decided to throw the ball with a really great speed. It ended up hitting an electric pole right outside of my house and some wire cable which was connected to my house, ended up falling down. -_- 

I AM SO FUCKING UNLUCKY! GODDESS HATES ME! (It's really unfair and false advertising that God is always viewed as a male. Plus my religion has lots of female goddesses so don't question me! :D ) 

EVERYBODY NEEDS TO FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER! I SWEAR IT'S A TIRING JOB TO REACH 18K ! UGH, IT'S BEEN A MONTH AND I'M STUCK ON 17.7K! THE FEMALE ABOVE REALLY HATES ME! ugh! It's @horanaddixt by the way, In case u do decide to follow me lol 

APART FROM MY DRAMA FILLED LIFE, NEXT UPDATE WHEN THIS CHAPTER GETS 90+ VOTES AND 30+ COMMENTS!

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