Barefoot │Ziall Horlik AU

Chapter 8 - We're On Fire We Are On Fire

Breakfast went as expected, quiet and quick with the girls arguing about the salt and peper, whos drink was whos and if they got to go outside and play in the snow, left by the storm that was now passed.

Today marked three days till Christmas and Zayn couldnt be happier. Although, his mind was on Niall the whole time at the table, the way his lips felt on his own, or how their hands brushed under the table but never actually met.

Niall thought only of the awkwardness in the air. What with Patrichia having caucht them when Zayn was drawing him, and Zayns sister confronting them about their sloppy kissing noises, but every now and again, when Zayns finger tips would catch his, he forgot all about the fog like anxciety.

After breakfast, Patricia followed the boys up the stairs and for a moment, Zayn thought they where going to have that 'talk' she mention, until she veered off to her bedroom and Zayn to his own. Niall perched himself infront of the window sill, watching the girls play in the snow with a faint smile on his face. "Is this what its like?" He wondered and Zayn stood from his rolly computer chair.

"What like?" He wrapped an arm around Niall's thin waist, tugging him in close like he where a koala on a tree.

"A family. Sisters and a mother and a father?" He asked and Zayn nodded, yet shrugged his brode shoulder at the same time. "Their on edge right now, what with christmas and taking you in...Its all so stressfull, you know? Didnt you ever have a family?" Zayn asked, taking Niall's hand and leading him over to the bed, where he let the backs of his knees hit the bed, falling backwards and letting Niall crawl onto his lay, legs on either side with a faint smile to their lips.

"I never had a family," Niall hummed and looked down, where his hands played with Zayns black shirt.

Zayn pouted his lower lip out, cracked and red from all the kissing they had been doing. "You didnt have a family?" He asked, rubbing his fingers wround Niall's waist, up his sides and back down again.

"No...My mother was always on drugs. We lived in hotel rooms and old apartments and my father was...well, I dont really remember. He died when I was young. My mom didnt care much for me and she died when I was like elven. I don't remember." He breathed in sharply and Zayn sat up, brushing their noses together. "You can tell me, Niall, it wont make me think any diffrently of you."

Niall gave a slow nodd and continued with his story, runnign his hands over Zayn's smooth chest. "She overdosed...I stayed with her, while she was...dead...for a couple of days before anyone found me. Then they put me in an orphanage and it burnt down when I was fourteen. When I was little, and my mom wanted drugs, she would sell me to men for the night and they would...touch me. They would kiss me but it was never anything real, thats why I said you where my first kiss. But...the sex, I mean...That cant be taken back and you...You cant be my frist." He sighed, feeling shamed and unwanted in Zayns arms.

"Hey...It will still be your first because those other times? It was rape. And I will never hurt you. Well be eachothers first, when we're ready."

Niall smiled sftly, cheeks rising up with cute dimples on the sides that Zayn adored. He kissed him slowly, sweet and out of placed but it worked. Niall hummed against his mouth and wrapped his arms around his neck, sighing. "Anything else?" Zayn asked, rubbing his back now and Niall shook his head.

"No...Nothing that matters."

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The morning was gone in a flash, but filled with kisses and looking at some of Zayns old drawings, Niall pulling out the first one Zayn ever did of him and smiling. "This one is one of my favorites." He pointed out and Zayn nodded, grabbing the most recent, with Niall laying on his stomach naked, blanket drapped over his ass. "I like this one," He smirked.