Over Again - Ziall (Sequel to "Just One Time") ✔️

Chapter 4 - What's your name?

Chapter 4

Zayn’s POV

I can’t believe Liam just bumped into Niall. My Niall. Well I guess he’s not mine anymore. He barely was my Niall in the first place. I missed him like crazy, I wanted to see him so badly, but I just couldn’t. I keep running back the last day I had seen and spoken to Niall. It was the best day of my life.

Flashback

“Did they find out?” Niall asked concerned making me chuckle

“Find out about the kiss?” I asked and Niall nodded blushing

“Are they banning you from looking over me?” Niall asked in a cute voice making me coo at the cuteness of him.

“No Niall, they didn’t find out, but even if they did they couldn’t do anything about it!” I told him leaning over to kiss Niall’s temple then moving down to his lips.  My lips hovered over Niall’s, and Niall leant in to taste my lips.

Our lips met and just like last night, it was amazing. I could feel the goose bumps rise all over Niall’s body as the sensational feeling returned.

It felt so good feeling Niall’s lips on mine. I was kissing Niall desperately, the words I told Louis ringing in my head. They made sense just now. Tomorrow, Niall would be gone. I wouldn’t be able to talk to him ever again. I couldn’t risk Niall recognizing my voice, so I tried to make the best out of it. Giving as much feeling as I could into the kiss.

Back to present

It wasn’t all about us kissing. It was everything that happened. The way my name rolled off his tongue, the way his lips tasted, the way he moaned when he released. It was everything.

He’s such a beautiful human being, and I’ve haven’t forgotten every single detail about my little Irish boy. His blonde hair with brunette roots, how short he was compared to me, and the way he spoke about his ‘father’ with so much hatred. Everything made me admire him even more.

I haven’t seen or spoken to Louis or Harry since. As soon as the ‘job’ was over with, I got out of there. I couldn’t deal with how they treated me. After Louis tied me to a fucking chair the day Niall got to go home- I shook the thoughts from my head and realised I saw Niall rushing away.

Yeah, I’ve been watching him from a distance. I see the way he looks so helpless. He’s not been the same since we took him, and I felt so, so guilty. I saw the way he broke down in front of Liam and it hurt me. It hurt so bad seeing him like that and I couldn’t go over and help him, to see him.

I sat down on a bench that was close to where I was standing. I rested my head in my hands, I couldn’t stop the thoughts of Niall seeping through.

Flashback

“Where are you going to sleep, if I’m taking over your bed Z?” Niall asked holding onto my hand as I guided him to the bed.

“I don’t know… probably the floor ‘cause I have to watch over you” I told him, as he climbed on the bed, and sat on it, jumping a bit to see how comfy it was.

“This is a pretty big bed! You can sleep here… I mean, it’s your bed after all” Niall said without thinking, and his cheeks were heating up again.

I chuckled at the adorable sight of Niall wearing my clothes, tucked under my covers, in my bed, blushing because of me.

“Are you sure you don’t mind, me sleeping in the same bed as you?” I asked. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, at all.

“Yeah… I mean, why would I?” Niall said in a quiet voice, turning to the side, and resting his head on the pillow “If you don’t mind, then for me its okay! But I have to warn you, I’m a cuddler…” Niall added with his back facing me. A small smile appeared on my face as Niall said this.

“I like cuddly people” I said grinning, and slipping in bed, behind Niall “Besides, I’m a cuddler myself”

With that I wrapped his arms around Niall, burying my face in Niall’s hair. For some reason, Niall didn’t mind that. Niall leaned back into my chest, with me feeling more comfortable than ever.

“I really want to see your eyes” I whispered in Niall’s ear, I then placed a kiss on his neck, making him shiver.

“I wanna see you generally! Just to know what you look like” Niall sighed, using his finger to trace different patterns on the back of my hand that was resting on my stomach.

“Why would you want to know what I look like? To report me to the police?” I joked, placing my lips on the side of Niall’s neck and leaving them there.

“I already told you that I won’t report you. And please describe what you look like” Niall pleaded, talking in a cute voice.

“Okay” I smiled, moving my lips against Niall’s skin, not bothering to move my head. I could feel Niall shivering at his actions, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. That was a good reaction after all, and besides Niall wasn’t telling me to stop “I have a darker skin than most people here, dark hair that’s almost black, hazel eyes… I don’t know what else” I finished.

Present.

I tried to shake the thoughts of Niall away, but he was always there. In the back of my mind. I couldn’t go a minute without his voice popping into my head. I was happy that I would never forget what he sounded like or looked like, but I was also so upset that I couldn’t do anything about it.

I felt a stray tear fall from my eye, but I quickly wiped it away before I was completely sobbing. I heard someone’s footsteps walking past me, until they just stopped. I was guessing it was probably an old person wanting to sit at the other end of the bench.

“Hey mate. Are you alright?” I froze. Was that? It can’t be.

“I-uh-I-um.” I froze up. I couldn’t get my words out. “Yeah I’m fine. I need to go though.” I blurted before jumping up from the bench. I tried to get away but a hand was pulling me back, I knew whose hand that belonged to.

“Wait! Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look so good.” I looked up from the ground and saw it. My Niall was standing in front of me. I made the huge mistake of looking into his eyes because I broke down. I saw back down on the bench in tears.

“Are you okay?-Shit that was stupid. You’re crying. I-um. My names Niall. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” I laughed at the irony of the situation. EVERYTHING was wrong. Everything.

“I’m sorry.” I lifted my head up and wiped my eyes. I looked back at Niall and he just seemed confused.

“No need to apologise mate. We all have our days. My day seems to be today too.” Niall sniffled before carrying on. “You sound like and look like someone I um-used to know, a friend I guess you could call him. I never seen him personally though, just how he described himself to me. You seem to fit the description. Ha. How funny. Oh well. Never mind about that. What’s your name?” Shit. I can’t really tell him, unless I want him to hate me.

I have no idea what I should do.

Hello this chapter is written by the amazing @emilyjayne2013. What do you think about this? Isn't it perfect?

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