It was a bit perplexing that amongst the three of them, Niall was the one being left out. They sat by the nearest Taco Bell right after their pizza break saying Harry wanted to buy himself his favorite nachos. And as of the very moment, his not so old but almost 30 year old neighbor and Harry were conversing comically as if they have known each other for such a long time.
"And like Arsenal should probably man up against Chelsea, goddamn it the Gunners haven't won a single game yet!" It has been half an hour since they both brought up the topic. Harry huffs his disappointment out whilst Niall raises an eyebrow at how whiny Harry seemed. Was he doing this on purpose? He's acting like a grizzly annoying school girl, all for his crush's attention.
He wasn't even the least bit perky when he was helping Niall with his shopping. It was Niall's turn to huff due to the slight frustration he was having. Zayn and Harry were the one's nattering about fucking football but all throughout their conversation, the older man's gaze was fixated on him.
"Bored, love?" Niall cringes at the nickname given to him because who the fuck did he think he is? Zayn wasn't his mother and he sure as hell wasn't his father nor brother. The endearment spoken wasn't really necessary and he needn't to call him that. Niall shrugs a bit, enough to indicate that yes, he was bummed.
An unexpected gust of wind passed through his flushed cheeks. He soon felt the shivers rushing down his spine. Love, he had said it. Zayn had said it to Niall, his best mate. Why did it feel like it meant something else, of fucking course it didn't. Zayn was just sweet, he was only being kind and the longing stares he was shooting Niall meant nothing.
But the more he thinks about it, the more he remembers how fucking stupid this all seemed. The guy sitting next to him pounded him senseless that one cold night. He wore no condom and filled him up to the brim, he grabbed his hair and buried his small face onto the pillows, suffocating the poor boy a bit. And now here they were, acting as if nothing happened. Smiling and talking as if it was their first time meeting each other.
"Sorry about Niall, he easily gets bored whenever he couldn't catch up on a topic. Wanna go home mate?" Harry breaks the tension and reaches for Niall's hand. The blond boy tenses for a while before melting into his best friend's soft and warm touch.
"Yeah, let's go." Niall mumbles, thank God Harry knew when to cut in. "See you around, Mr. Malik." And just like what Maura had always taught him, his courtesy was still in place.
"I'll see you too Zayn." Harry adds before completely disappearing, leaving Zayn by himself. Well technically speaking, he wasn't really alone as the voice never left his company.
Two young boys, eh? Which one Zayn?
It wasn't as if he called for them. As the usual, these voices would just pop in without a warning, basically it was always like this and frankly Zayn was used to it. They seem to find the two boys rather intriguing though, especially Harry who they once saw with Zayn in bed at the hotel room.
"What do you mean which?" He murmurs to himself in case someone sees him, or worse, sue him for being a psychopath.
Oh you know what we're talking about. Which boy do you wanna stick your dirty dick in?
They all laughed in unison, including Zayn. He failed to keep his cool composure as he caught ample attentions from the by passers, some shaking their heads at how ludicrous and hopeless Zayn acted.
"Already fucked the curly one. Must say, tight and pink. And as for Niall..."
The voices carried on with their merriment, a bit excited at how filthy Zayn was portraying each of the boys. He couldn't help but stiffle a laugh as he wasn't really sure what he'd say about Niall. Zayn's shoulders were quite shaking, he was never good at holding back his laughter.
"Bet my cute little angel's tighter." He swiped his tongue onto his lower lip, humming blithely at the imaginary pleasurable feeling of fucking his 15 year old neighbor.
He's a fucking virgin, of course he's tight! What are you waiting for Zayn?! Invite him at your flat, drug him then rape the kid.
Zayn cringes at the orders he was receiving from the demons who continued on whispering him evil plans for the boy on a daily basis. And this probably wasn't the worst. They had already hissed thousands of things that were beyond Zayn's capability. He couldn't possibly kill Niall's parents and adopt him. "Nah, too risky and I don't want to force Niall. I want to fuck him with his consent."
Bullshit! Bet you never asked for his consent when you dreamt of fucking his tiny fat ass on your lawn.
He couldn't help but shudder at the divine memory. The faux feeling of the boy's blazing skin under his dainty fingers. His heavy panting as Zayn plowed further and the girlish squeaks he was producing with every slow and hard thrust.
God he was getting hard in public.
You dirty, dirty bastard.
The demons were ferocious, they sounded ecstatic when Zayn gained himself a boner. "Fuck off, shitheads." He growled lowly as he slowly got up before walking away, ignoring the traumatized people who happened to witness the massive tent in his trousers.
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"Since when?" Niall spoke as soon as they left the shopping center. He stopped on his tracks and eyed Harry suspiciously, his arms crossed against his chest for an added effect of annoyance.
"Since when what?" Harry retorted, mirroring Niall's sass.
"Mr. Malik... you guys act like you know each other. If so, then since when? You never told me you guys knew each other-
"What the fuck Ni? We just met mere hours ago. You introduced me to him, remember? Hello?" The curly boy was definitely putting on a great and credible act. There's no way he'd let Niall find out about how he practically met his neighbor. He couldn't just say 'met him at a fancy pub, took me in a fancy hotel and fuck me on a queen size fancy bed, oh and mind you, he has a big c0ck' casually.
Niall scrunched his nose as the creases in his forehead were now apparent, was Harry telling the truth?
"S-Seriously? Well... you guys just seem like-I mean you know... Mr. Malik, I think h-he―well I think he l-likes you." Niall managed to voice out his thoughts, only to earn a playful slap on the back by a giggling Harry.
"Shut up Ni. Zayn's just being nice."
And you already call him by his name. The Irish boy thought sullenly.
"Yeah, sure." Niall opted on nodding, soon changing the subject in the process of pushing Harry. "Race you to Milkshake City! Last one's in for a treat!" Niall squeals before sprinting towards the place like a mad horse. It was honestly a cute sight, watching Niall almost trip on his own feet was quite hilarious as well. Harry was about to run and catch up when he felt his phone vibrating inside his trouser's pocket.
Slowly, he fished the device out and scanned through the text that he least bit expected. Upon reading the message, a wide and bright smile instantly spread across his face. He was so glad they exchanged numbers when Niall excused himself to the loo.
Fr: Zayn Malik
Meet you tomorrow sexy, dress up for me. Round two? x
Harry couldn't explain the euphoric feeling bubbling inside his guts but hell fucking yeah, he was up for a second round of Zayn's merciless pounding.
Sure, gentle now ok? xx
He tapped out a reply, sending it with a blinding smile and sated hum before skipping his way towards Milkshake City. Harry didn't mind treating Niall his drink, what matters the most was he was the happiest lad on earth as of the very moment.
And nothing could probably ruin his fortunate day.
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Harry's crushing on Zayn. Something bad is bound to happen and it's freaking me the fuck out. Please don't be silent readers, comment on this one please. Something weird/creepy might happen on the next chapter.
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Whispers (Ziall/Zarry)
Fanfiction"You weren't satisfied, yes?" Everyday, every single grotesque day, the demonic voices would come and invade his mind. Whispering malicious thoughts about his 15 year old neighbor who knew nothing about the 27 year old single and unemployed man's in...
