Zayn.
"You got a promotion already?!" Josh asked excitedly
"I know!" I gave him a childishly delighted squeal "he promoted me after Harry left!"
"Harry?"
"Nevermind" I shook my head "I just can't believe he, gah. He's so hot"
"I'm so happy for you!"
I jumped at Josh, hugging him tight, when I felt a sudden burning gaze.
"You're the best" I smiled warmly "thank you so much for helping me get this job"
"No problem" Josh smiled
"Is the dragon back?" I asked, referring to his fiancé, Falesha
"Nope" he laughed "still us two, I say we celebrate"
"I'm in" I nodded
Josh drove us back to the house, grabbing out four beers. He opened up two, one for me and one for him. The other two as spares
"So, what did you even do?"
"I read a lot of drafted novels" I said "I had to comment on them which was thrilling but it all took a turn for the worst when I had to hand in the drafts to Mr Horan and found him making out with someone I haven't been very fond with"
"Who?"
"This, Harry character?"
"Indeed" I nodded "him and I used to be friends before he tried to snatch up my Niall"
"Your Niall?" He teased
"Yes" I nodded "now if you don't mind, I intend on drinking quite a bit tonight"
"I'm glad we're on the same page, Malik"
"So am I Devine" I nodded thoughtfully "so am I"
After several more beers, I went to bed, curling up under the covers and whimpering as I caressed my pillow
"I miss you Ni" I whispered "more than you'll ever know"
I hugged my pillow tight, pretending it was him and not a form of comfort.
I quickly got out of bed, hugging the pillow to my chest as I went to see if the lights were out.
They all were, including the one in Josh's room. So I wandered back to mine and got under the covers, eventually deciding to masturbate.
I slipped off my pajama bottoms and boxers, leaving my lower half naked. I unbuttoned my shirt and kicked off the covers, grabbing hold of my boner and starting to pump my hand up and down it.
I was propped against my head board, an old picture in my hand of my ex boyfriend shirtless on my phone, as I moaned Niall's name and panted, pulling my foreskin over the head of myself. I went faster, my eyes screwing shut.
I opened them up again, whimpering "Ni, baby... Shit" I groaned "Niall, uh, yeah"
My cock was laying nearly against my stomach, myself coiling before I came, dragging it right across my stomach as I slowed the movements of my now softing cock.
I reached for the towel I hid in my bed, wiping my stomach clean and chucking the now sperm covered towel to the other side of the room.
I pulled my boxers and pants back on, buttoning up my shirt again and pulling the covers round my body.
I held the pillow tight, my eyes drooping. I let them close, surrendering myself to the darkness as the same tears began to slip sideways, from my eyes... I miss him. I miss him so fucking much.
