Sex Lessons |z.h.|

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Niall quickly shrugged the shirt on, not even daring to meet Zayn's eyes. It hurt that during the entire five minute conversation he had with Liam on the phone, Zayn hadn't even once dared to turn around and look at him. In fact, the Pakistani had pulled the bed sheet up to his chest and placed his arm on his eyes, not even turning around when Niall finished getting dressed. 

"I'm leaving." The blonde called out, secretly hoping for something he himself didn't understand. What did he expect? For his sex tutor to stop him? That clearly wasn't going to happen and Niall quickly shook his head clear from all these weird thoughts. He needed to stop depending on people so much and bothering about their opinion. And even though Zayn wasn't even doing anything, wasn't even stopping him or telling him that he was in the wrong, Niall still felt extremely pissed at Zayn for it. 

"You know where the door is." The lazy voice of the Pakistani drawled out, his hand not moving away from his eyes. Niall scoffed to himself, getting Zayn's jacket that was lying on the chair and swiftly walking out of the door, closing it slowly behind him. He hugged the jacket close to his body, inhaling the smell of cherry and musk, with the faint hint of smoke, that reminded him so much of Zayn before shrugging it on and preparing himself to face Liam. He didn't know what to expect, but honestly, a part of him didn't even care. 

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"Why did you call me here?" Niall whispered softly, smiling politely at the waitress who dropped a menu on the table. He pushed the small booklet aside, focusing more on the puppy faced brunette in front of him who looked extremely uneasy. The Irishman huffed, running a hand through his messy hair and a deep blush coated his face when he thought about the event that had just happened in Zayn's room. He fumbled with his fingers, waiting for Liam to respond while his mind kept on trailing back again and again to Zayn. 

"I wanted to talk. We haven't seen each other in days." Liam replied easily, passing the blonde a casual smile before gently taking his small pale hands in his own larger ones. He entwined their fingers together, keeping it locked on the top of the table. Ignoring the small glare of confusion Niall passed his way. It was a good thing that the blonde was just an oblivious bimbo. It helped a lot and for once, Liam was glad that somebody was just that naive and innocent. 

"B-but you broke up with me?" The smaller of the two stammered out, mentally cursing himself for stuttering on his words. Niall could feel his heart beating way too rapidly in his chest, thumping against his rib cage and it was making him a bit dizzy. He wanted to tug on his wrists band, but unfortunately, Liam was holding his other hand tightly in his own larger own. Niall frowned, feeling a bit worried and concerned because he didn't really want to be touched right now. Not when Zayn's touch on his body was still lingering and Niall wanted that feeling to remain. But Liam was wiping it away somehow and the blonde didn't like that. He hugged the jacket closer to his body, inhaling deeply. 

"I never did babe. I was angry and I said somethings that I really didn't mean. You know I would never hurt you like that, right?" Niall turned his blue eyes towards the soft brown ones, feeling his chest hurt a little. Liam was right though, the words I'm breaking up with you, were never spoken between the two. Niall had just assumed that they were over and done with. So maybe he really should just suck it up and go back to Liam? Liam whom he had been crushing on for years, the same Liam who took him to amazing dates and the one whose lips Niall loved kissing. It wasn't going to be that bad obviously. Niall knew Liam well and he was, after today, a bit more experienced in the intimacy part of things. One step at a time. 

"I-I--O-okay." The blonde whispered, squeeze Liam's hand that was wrapped up in his own. He allowed the brunette to lean across the table and bring their lips together but in the back of his head, he knew it didn't feel the same. That light headed feeling he had felt in the beginning, when they had shared their first kiss, was missing. And right now, moving his lips along with Liam's, all Niall could think of was that it would be so much better to be kissing a certain Pakistani with gorgeous tattoos and the most beautiful set of hazel eyes. Niall blinked twice,ignoring the image floating around his head of all the countless kisses he had shared with Zayn and instead, he looked at Liam, only to find the older man already watching him.