Disclosure - a Ziall fanfiction

Chapter Fourteen - a nightly distraction

Zayn

"Your problem, Zaynie," Niall whispered, "is that your heart is too big. You should be a bit more cynical."

I snorted. "Not funny. I'm a horrible human being, and you know it."

I had spent that whole night awake, tossing and twisting, listening to Niall's breath, wondering whether my body would eventually just give up and let me sleep. It hadn't happened.

When I came back to Niall's place last night, he had been an absolute angel. I had apologised a billion times, telling him I should have been honest about not having the courage to break up with Perrie.

"Oh, shut up, will yah? This is a shitty situation, and I'm pretty sure she would have felt like crap no matter how you had broken up with her."

And when I argued that she had deserved to find out about my change of heart in a better way than walking in on us making out on the couch, he'd said that that was just as much HIS fault, because he had been the one to forget that Perrie was going to visit.

I still felt really bad about what I had done, though, and that was one if the many thoughts spinning through my head, preventing me from sleeping.

"Go to sleep, babe," I heard Niall whisper. "Staying awake won't change anything.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up, it's just - - "

" I know. Shhh."

Niall kissed my cheek gently, and let his lips follow my cheekbones, kissed my nose, and kissed both of my eyelids.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking your mind of things. Be quiet."

He then let his fingers follow my cheek, my nose, my eyebrows, as if he was trying to take in how I looked with his fingertips.

Slowly, barely touching, he kissed my bottom lip, and let the tip of his tongue follow the shape of my upper lip. I opened my mouth a little, and let his tongue into my mouth. At the same time, his right hand was tangled in my hair, and the fingertips on his left hand moved slowly down my chest, still barely touching, but taking in the shape of every rib, every muscle, every single inch of my skin.

Slowly, the kiss intensified, and I grabbed the bottom of his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

This was something else than the rushed, desperate kiss we had shared in the closet at New Year's Eve. This was the kiss of a man who knew what he wanted, and was confident enough to take his time getting there.

As his hand moved further down my chest and stomach, getting closer to the hem of my boxers, I could feel my heart racing, making it hard to keep my breathing even. I snuck my left hand under his neck, placing it at the back of his head to pull him even closer into the kiss, and let my right hand move down to the back of his thigh.

As I pulled his leg closer, he let it move in between my legs, so that his thigh was pressing against the bulge in my boxers.

I heaved for breath, and moved my hand back up to the hem of his boxers - but as I grabbed it to pull it of, he grabbed my hand, and pulled out of the kiss.

"No."

"Niall... please..." I whimpered, as he slid of me, and rested his head on my chest. "This is not cool."

"We've got loads of time later, no need to rush," he smiled. "I'm pretty sure this helped you think if something else. Plus," he leaned up to whisper in my ear, "now you'll want me even more next time."

He giggled, put his head back on the pillow, and closed his eyes - but kept my hand in his. So apparently, my sweet, innocent, adorable boyfriend was a little evil.

And as I watched him drift of to sleep, all worries was gone, as I fell into a dreamless sleep.