Sex Lessons |z.h.|

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Niall bit his lips, not sure how he should interpret the situation as. Ashton was right in front of his eyes, sitting in the chair in the opposite side and eating on the omelette that Zayn had made. The situation wasn't particularly pleasing since Niall's head was hammering with countless questions as he watched Ashton and Zayn make small talks between a bite or two. It tugged on his heart a little, made it hurt by the way Ashton would always smile cutely at Zayn, his dimples popping at the act. 

"Why are you here Ashton?" The blonde asked in a small voice, breaking the soft smiles both the men were giving each other and now the attention was on Niall. He blushed under the furious intensity of the stares he was receiving, tugging on the hem of his shirt (Zayn's to be specific) as he tried to keep himself calm.  

"That's a bit rude Niall." The Pakistani mumbled, smiling sadly towards the curly brunette who was just watching the blonde with an unknown stare. Zayn was curious as to how Niall even knew Ashton but then again, the lad before his eyes was Louis Tomlinson's cousin and considering Niall used to be Louis's best mate, the possibility of them having met each other before was plenty high. A part of Zayn was curious as to why he had never seen Niall before or even heard of him via Louis or even Ashton. 

"S-sorry." Niall whispered, eyes watering a bit as he turned his attention back to the food plate. Untouched. He hadn't even nibbled on a single piece of the bread toast and omelette but had rather left the food just like that. There was a tiny part of Niall that really didn't like Ashton's presence, he didn't understand why. Maybe it was the way Zayn just kept on smiling at the brunette and gave him his undivided attention, something he hadn't done with the blonde since morning, or maybe it was the fact that Ashton was always blushing under Zayn's stare. It made Niall a bit more than tempted to scream out a big 'fuck off,' but he resisted. 

"It's not that big of a deal. I'm just here to visit Zayn." Ashton's voice, thick with that Australian accent of his, spoke out, making Niall flinch at the way he said 'Zayn'. It sounded so intimate and maybe that was the way he had intended it to be, if the smirk on the taller brunette's face was anything to go by. 

"H-how do you know Zayn?" Niall asked politely, not turning around to stare at the raven haired man in a mixture of fear and something more. He wasn't particularly scared of Zayn, no ,he trusted the older man too much but he was a bit afraid that all his questions might put Zayn off. He already wasn't too fond of Niall even talking to Ashton. 

But then why did you invite him inside, the blonde thought to himself, tugging on the elastic of his bracelets with a loud pop. 

"We were -" Ashton's smug voice getting prepared to answer the question was cut off quickly by Zayn's curt reply. 

"-Friends. We were friends." The Pakistani hissed harshly, getting up from his position on the chair and grabbing the empty plate that laid before Ashton and when he went to do the same for Niall's, the older man's eyebrows furrowed together upon noticing the plate still filled with everything he had made for breakfast. He stared at Niall in concern, watching the blonde's blue eyes looking at anything but him. Zayn shrugged, making a mental note to talk about it later with the Irish blonde and took the plate with him, dumping the contents in the trash bin. 

"Yes. Best friends." Ashton mocked, chuckling a little when the Pakistani turned around to glare at him. The Australian brunette bit his lips, watching the way Zayn's arms flexed under the material of his tank top, one that he had hurriedly shrugged one before meeting him at the door, where he stood behind Niall. The thought of the blonde, wearing Zayn's clothes and staying at Zayn's house, pissed him off and really, he should be over it all, the things that happened years ago were really none of his concern right now but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to feel alright. He felt like a part of him was still with the handsome and dashing young man who was currently walking over to the make believe dining table with his fingers tangled in his hair.