Sex Lessons |z.h.|

14

Niall frowned when the door shut close, the sound replaying for a while in his mind. He could hear Zayn asking something but didn't dwell much on it. His hands were shaking terribly, and Niall was certain that a panic attack was on its way. The incident wasn't much but he knew that since the girl behind the counter was aware of who Liam Payne was, there was a huge possibility that she'll tell Liam and then it would all be over! He was certain that Liam would leave him, who would stay with a cheater? But Niall wasn't cheating on Liam. He was mentally, physically, body and soul, dedicated to Liam James Payne. He was with Zayn for Liam! But would anyone understand this? Niall was certain the answer was no.

He tugged on his bracelet. Feeling a heavy feeling settling on his chest, crushing his heart a bit and there was a headache forming. He tugged on the bracelets again, the small jingling sound was a bit too loud for him when the jewelry moved. Niall took a deep breath, slumping down on the floor when he felt all energy drain from him.

"Niall, are you okay?" The voice was quite near but the blonde didn't answer, even though his brain had already formed a reply, the words just won't leave his mouth. No, no I'm not okay. He'll leave me. It's over. It's over. It's over!

Niall took a sharp breath, feeling his breathing becoming labored and oxygen was becoming a struggle to get. He tried taking another deep breath, fingers tugging on his bracelet as if that's all they could do for now. He wanted to scream, to shout and worst of all, to blame this all on Louis and Zayn. He never wanted a fucking sex tutor. He might've been nervous to talk to Liam but he always wanted his firsts to be with the jock rather than some strange, handsome man his best friend knew of.

"Niall you're crying!" The blonde brought his fingers up to his cheeks and sure enough, they were moist. He struggled for more oxygen, aware that Zayn was taking his leather jacket off. The room did feel hot. And only now, once the jacket was off and the sudden cold feeling he got, made him realize just how much he had been sweating. His mind traveled back to the strange encounter but before he could think of all the possible things that Alicia girl could pull, Zayn was pressing him towards his toned chest. Niall's hands automatically struggled to pull away from the taller man's grip.

"Let me go. This is your fault. This is all your fucking fault. Let me go." Niall tried shaking Zayn's grip off from him and he could feel the rapid beating of Zayn's heart until the tip of his fingers. It was almost soothing, like a lullaby and Niall wanted nothing more than to curl up there, cry his heart out and have someone tell him that everything was going to be okay.

"Take deep breaths. Inhale and exhale with me Niall." The voice was soft, gentle almost and it was as if Zayn was afraid to say something that would trigger another panic attack. He was certain that Niall didn't even know what he looked like right now. A big mess, with his mascara smudged, hair a mess because he had run his hand through them so many times, the bracelet had left countless red scratches on his wrist from being picked too much, the tears were staining his cheeks and he had a runny nose. He was breathing way too fast, crying too much and Zayn didn't really know what to do. It wasn't a big thing that had happened, not for him at least. But Niall seemed to be dwelling a bit too much on it, thinking of all the worst possible scenarios already. He didn't know that the Liam guy meant so much to the small blonde.

"O-okay," Niall stuttered out breathlessly, following the up and down motion of Zayn's chest and repeating the same. He hiccuped at the second inhale, making Zayn cuddle him closer to his chest, making Niall feel a bit warm even though, his head was pounding and his heart was thumping way too loudly in his chest. It was making him a bit dizzy.

"Look at me," Niall followed the instructions of the voice, letting his blue eyes make contact with the soft hazel ones with a small golden speck in them and soon, there was a gentle pressure on his lips. He didn't even notice Zayn lean in but at the moment, he didn't care. His lips moved swiftly with the taller man's, lightly having a dance of their own as Zayn pressed Niall firmly by the waist and Niall's hands kept on shakily moving up and down the clothed chest.