Sex Lessons |z.h.|

19

"I'm coming!" Zayn groaned, holding his head in his hand as he walked down the flight of stairs. He couldn't believe that he had actually drunk more when he had gotten home. His friends should've stopped him but then again, he had a shitty lot of friends. The Pakistani groaned once more when the door bell continued to ring, making him want to do nothing more than to punch the living shit out of the person behind the wooden door. He hurried down the steps, ready to yell at whoever had decided to bother him so early in the morning.

"Oh for fuck's sake, I said I'm-" The tanned man stopped short, feeling utterly embarrassed now for walking down the steps with absolutely no shirt on his body and he couldn't even feel the thick material of his jeans. It wasn't his fault that he slept in just his boxers. It was a habit. "What are you doing here?" 

"I-I thought I should check whether you're okay or not. You drunk called me yesterday," The blonde blushed, trying to not stare at the thick line of hair on Zayn's thigh. It was mouth watering for some reason, how well built Zayn was when compared to the petite Irishman. He quickly averted his blue eyes towards his red stilettos, finding the cute ribbon in the center a bit fascinating even though, his pale cheeks were already blushing a deep shade of red. 

"Oh I did? I just woke up so everything is a bit hazy but come on in." Zayn quickly opened the door wider, allowing Niall to step inside. He was confused as to whatever was going on. Weren't they in a sort of fight? Well, it had been more than one day, more than twenty four hours without feeling Niall's warmth and Zayn was already craving it. His thoughts briefly trailed back to what Niall had said after getting out of his car. The Pakistani just hoped that those words were just a big lie and Niall's virginity was still intact. Over the few months he had known Niall, the one thing he had learned was that the blonde was completely vulnerable, he was like a precious pearl that you should take care of and just shower him with love and Zayn sure as hell hoped that Niall would give his virginity to someone who deserved it. Not to some high school jock he was obsessed with. 

"I bought some medicines for your headache." Niall whispered slowly, raising a finger in the air as he raided his purse to get the small box filled with all sorts of medicines for a hangover. He didn't know why he was even here. Safaa's words were loud and clear in his mind but he felt like he was overthinking into everything but then again, Niall never really trusted his own thoughts. They always kept on changing. One second, he'll feel like just staying with Zayn and not leaving him ever, but the other second he would start thinking about how much of a big cheater and liar he was. But right now , he was just a bit worried about Zayn with how the older man kept on groaning and moaning while holding his head. "I'll get you some water." The blonde whispered once again, trying to keep his voice low as he walked into the kitchen. He quickly searched for a glass and filled it to the brim with cold water before walking back towards Zayn, not wasting any time to admire the neatly arranged kitchen and the small stools that were lining up the counter. 

"Thanks babe." The shirtless man whimpered, gulping down the two Advil with water. He wiped his mouth, handing the glass back to Niall before walking towards the drawing room. Zayn could feel a bit of reality kicking in once the small trace of sleep had evaded him. He wanted to bombard the small blonde with so many questions but he chose to go with the one that was taking over all his senses for the past hours. "Did you sleep with that Liam kid?" He blurted out unceremoniously, watching Niall's skirt flew a bit as the blonde turned around to face him in such a quick manner that Zayn was sure he must've at least sprained a muscle. 

"I didn't." Niall replied curtly, getting a pan out from the shelves as he got the eggs from the refrigerator. He had to go to school once the clock struck 7:30 but right now, with an extra hour on his hand, he waned to at least ensure that Zayn had a proper breakfast. It wasn't really like Niall to cook for people. He usually preferred being the one that was taken care of rather than the other way around but with Zayn, everything just seemed so okay. As if even when he was cooking for Zayn and ensuring that the older man was alright, it felt like somehow, the other man was reciprocating the action. It was a weird feeling and Niall didn't know how or why Zayn provided him this safety blanket that felt so damn warm, that Niall sometimes didn't even want to leave it. He shoved the thoughts aside, focusing back on making an omelette rather than pondering about these feelings for Zayn.