"You are an absolute idiot," Louis scolded the very moment he walked inside the door to Zayn's house. The call had come to him as a surprise since he was busy helping his mum in the household chores while screaming and yelling at Lottie to shut her annoying music down. It was fair to say that the brunette was unpleasantly surprised and a bit terrified when Zayn gave him the news about Niall's panic attack. It wasn't new to him but he was just really worried that Zayn wouldn't be able to handle the blonde but now, looking at the comfortable petite lad cuddled up to the taller tanned man, he had changed his mind considerably and decided to shove the mild feeling of confusion aside. He could interrogate Niall about Zayn later. Right now, his sole focus was on Niall's health.
"I'm sorry, Lou." The Irish accent was thicker than usual due to his voice clogging up a bit because of the tears. He could feel another lot of them coming, and this time it was entirely for another reason. He wondered if Louis ever considered him a bother to take care of .
"Don't be sorry for something you can't control," The brunette sighed, smiling a little when he saw the way Zayn was looking at Niall, petting his hair every now and then. Louis could see how the action was calming the blonde down a little, making him coil up like a little puppy receiving affection from his master. The idea amused him. He could faintly picture the image of Niall with a cute little tail and those dog ears, chasing after Zayn who would always showers him with affection. Somehow, this image was better than the one he had had of Niall with Liam. He didn't like Liam much anymore but that was all for a reason he would rather not disclose. "Are you feeling okay now?" Louis sat on the edge of the bed, putting a hand on Niall's arms and shivering when he noticed it was slightly cold.
"Yeah. I just feel a bit dazed you can say. Numb, another word for it," Niall sighed, creating a comfortable distance between himself and Zayn. His mind was just thinking again and again about how he would deal with Liam tomorrow in school. Would his handsome boyfriend be angry? Niall just hoped he would listen to his explanation and give him another chance. He had fucked up badly but a part of him didn't want to undo this mistake. He wanted to keep Zayn. There might not be feelings between them, and it's all for Liam's sake that he's even meeting up with Zayn, but the raven haired man was so kind and generous, Niall didn't want to loose that kind of a person as a friend.
"Do you want me to give you both some time to yourself?" Zayn suddenly interrupted, pouting at the loss of heat because of Niall's body being taken away from his own. He glanced at the clock, frowning when he noticed that it was already seven in the evening and he was supposed to pick Safaa up. "Oh shit." Zayn cursed lowly, quickly getting him phone out of his jeans pocket as he searched for his mother's number.
"What's wrong?" Niall asked a bit concerned.
"Forgot to pick my little sister up from her friend's place. She was supposed to have a sleepover and I was supposed to be there at six." The tanned man pinched the bridge of his nose, waiting for his mother to pick the phone up but when the call went unanswered, he was rushing downstairs with Niall in tow, about ready to get his jacket and the car keys. "You're coming angel?"
Niall blushed at the pet name, ignoring it as he grabbed one of Zayn's jacket from the hanger without his permission. He knew the older man wouldn't mind considering Niall was already dressed in all of Zayn's clothes. He had Zayn's minions shirt on and that reached just slightly below his thighs and even though he wasn't wearing anything underneath, other than his pair of panties, Zayn didn't even seem to mind when Niall just got inside his car with his comfortable black fur jacket on.
"Louis, you coming?" The blonde asked, glancing outside the window at his friend who looked a little confused about whatever was happening.
"Uh no. I'll just go back home. Tell Safaa I said hi and Niall please put on some pants," the feathery brunette rolled his eyes, frowning when Zayn started the car up even after having heard the last part of the sentence quite clearly.
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Sex Lessons |z.h.|
FanfictionThe one in which Niall doesn't know the first thing about sex and Zayn just happens to be the sex tutor his best friend recommended.