in my dreams | ziall au

Chapter 3: Enough, Niall!

I'd managed to get thru the rest of the day quickly enough. I stopped by the bathroom and threw back a dose of sleeping pills on my way to my bedroom at around 5. I flopped down onto my bed and made myself comfortable, snuggling into the pillow.

I was laid across the couch with the lamp on, reading The Fault In Our Stars. The story was genuinely raw; with opinionated but quiet Hazel narrating the heartbreaking and heartwarming story.

Anyway, there I laid on the couch, peacefully reading, when the door clicked and allowed Niall to stumble into our apartment.

"Hey, Niall!" I greeted him, closing my book and getting up.

"Hey, Zayn." He slowly replied, elongating the 'a' sound in each word.

"How was the party?" I asked, grabbing hold of his hips to help balance him.

"Boring." He responded.

"Must not've been too boring if you're tanked." I said.

"I'm not even that drunk. Anywaysssssss, I drank a little because I was bored." He explained, listing a bit to the left. "I couldn't wait to get home." He finished, smashing his lips onto mine.

Although I was more than happy that he was kissing me, he was drunk. That kiss was meaningless, and I liked our affectionate actions to be meaningful. Also, sloppy kisses aren't exactly at the top of my list of favourite affectionate moves.

I pushed those nagging thoughts to the back of my head and eagerly kissed him back. His hands blindly reached for my hair and accidentally slapped my cheeks, feeling their way to my hairline. His fingers gripped my hair and, surprisingly gentle, tugged. At least he wasn't drunk enough to accidentally rip my hair out. My fingers clutched his hips tighter and pulled him closer to me, leaving only a few inches left between us.

Niall pulled away. "My legs are tiiiiiiired. Carry me to the bedroom." He slurred.

I sighed. "Seriously?" I asked.

He nodded. "I'll try." I gave in.

I crouched down a little bit and Niall shimmied forward. I wrapped my left arm around his right leg and my right around his left. I pulled his legs apart and lifted him up slightly, allowing him to wrap his legs around my waist. He interlocked his fingers behind my neck and I slowly straightened my legs so I was standing up. I wobbled, but managed to steady myself.

I took one almost impossible step forward, then another. By the third step I couldn't hold him anymore.

"Niall, I can't hol-" I started, but accidentally tripped and the two of us landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thump.

"Oi! I thought you could carry me!" Niall shouted.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, hovering over Niall.

"It's fine. I'm not that against sex on the floor." He said, trying to smirk.

I was a bit shocked. "S-Sex?" I stuttered. The thoughts resurfaced, and all I was able to think of was Meaninglessmeaninglessmeaninglessmeaninglessmeaningless.

"Yeah." Niall said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh." I said, getting up and pulling Niall up with me. I laid back down on the couch and opened TFIOS again.

Niall let out a whine and kneeled beside me. I ignored him and read on.

Well, that was until I felt the waistband of my jeans moving downward. I grabbed Niall's hand and pried it off of me, setting it down on the floor.

I focused back on the book until I felt my jeans being pulled down more quickly this time. This time I finally let him, for Hazel and Augustus were kissing in the Anne Frank House and I was not about to stop reading then.

I allowed Niall to fully rid myself of my jeans, but unfortunately that wasn't good enough for him. The hem of my boxers started to be pulled down, bringing the rest of the undergarment with it.

"Niall, enough. I'm reading." I scolded, moving my boxers back to their original spot.

Suddenly, my boxers were ripped down and I gasped, reaching for them but Niall had already untangled them from my feet.

I bookmarked my place and set my book down, glaring at Niall. "Give me my boxers back." I ordered, holding out my hand.

"Fine. But only if you fuck me." Niall responded, trying to be sexy again.

I sighed in defeat. "Fine!" I yelled. Although I would ne'er admit it to Niall, he was turning me on a bit.

I slipped my shirt off and impatiently motioned for Niall to undress. He struggled to unbutton his shirt and pull off his pants and boxers.

After a few grunts of frustration and some help from me, Niall was also bare. He grabbed my hand and staggered to the room, dragging me behind.

When we reached the room, Niall asked me to sit on the edge of the bed and I obeyed. I sat there, confused, until Niall sat down on his knees and shuffled forward, pressing feathery kisses on the tip. My breath hitched, and he started to lick the inside of the slit.

Little fucker was teasing me when he was the one begging for me to have sex with him. I groaned.

"Stop teasing me!" I whined.

Niall followed my order and took all of me into his mouth, earning a moan from me. I felt his lips move into a temporary smile, but went back to what he was doing. His head moved back and then forward again, starting to find a rhythm. He slowly but surely moved faster and faster, until he was going at an orgasmic pace.

My back arched and I fell back onto the bed, groaning. Niall stopped and climbed on top of me, hovering like I'd done earlier. He let his hips fall down, his penis making contact with mine. I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

Niall rolled off of me to the my right and moved himself so he was fully I the bed. He pointed to the bedside table.

I opened the drawer and looked inside. There were my books, some paper, and sunglasses.

"Niall, what's supposed to be in here?" I asked.

"L-"

"Wake up you lazy arse! You're not done the day, yet!" Mum yelled, awaking me from my ever-so sexy dream.

"What?" I yelled, rolling over. I noticed I had a boner. Uh oh.

I stood up and ran to my bathroom to "take care of it".