You Love Me..? || Larry - Niam

ch. 1

ch. 1

[ Niall's POV ]

I gaze up at him. His face looks so beautiful when he's asleep. His pink lips slightly ajar, letting out small snores, the moonlight hitting his fair skin. He looked absolutely gorgeous.

It's too bad I can have him though. Liam is already with Sophia. How I envy her. I long to be in her place as Liam's lover.

I felt him stir in his sleep. His hands subconsciously flew to me, wrapping me in an embrace. He pulled me close to his chest and I took the chance to snuggle into it, wrapping my own arms around him.

Even though he's asleep and unaware that its me, I love these moments where he would cuddle me to sleep. These gestures of his makes me feel like I'm his lover, and I cherish every second of it.

[ Harry's POV ]

I sat at the edge of the bed, watching Louis cuddle with a pillow. He looked really cute while he's snuggling with a pillow. He almost looks like a baby koala.

He sighed in his sleep and move around the sheets. I smiled softly as I kept watching him, raking my eyes up and down his body. His light tan skin, his big biceps. His brown, feathery locks of hair resting in his forehead, his lips that seem so kissable. He's too perfect.

I swiped the hair that was on his forehead and kissed it. I saw him smile and it made me smile too. I went back down under the covers, moving behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist and snuggled into his muscular back, falling asleep immediately.

[ Zayn's POV ]

I felt myself getting more lightheaded and dizzy the more I downed the shots in front of me. I drank more shots of tequila, loving the way it burned as it went down my throat. I felt a presence and heard shuffling beside him.

"I'll just get coke, please." A husky voice filled my eardrums. I turn my head to my side.

It was a boy, probably about 18 years old, with dark hair styled in a quiff almost similar to mine, but styled more to the side. His eyes were brown like mine, but darker, and his skin was just a shade darker than mine. He looked almost like me. The only difference is that he has a little stubble, I have a full on beard. I must admit though, he's quite hot.

"Thank you!" He thanked and dismissed the bartender as he drank his coke can.

I stood up from the stool I was sitting down on. I drunkenly walked to the dance floor, joining the sea of bodies. I grind and move my hips to the loud music.

I wanna take you away

Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play.

I just can't refuse it

Like the way you do this

Keep on rockin' to it

Please don't stop the

Please don't stop the music.

I close my eyes as I dance to blasting music, grinding my hips on random bodies. Then, I felt a body collide with mine. My eyes flutter open.

It was the kid from the bar counter.

"Shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't watch where I was going!" He said.

"It's all right! But say, what's a kid like you doing here in this joint?" I asked. He groaned and crossed his arms across his chest.

"I'm not a kid! I'm 18!" He huffed proudly. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sure..." I muttered lowly and I heard him whined. He must've heard me. “Well anyway, what’s your name? I didn’t quite catch it.”

“That’s because I never threw it. My name’s Mario.” The boy said. Mario….. lovely  name.

“Cool name, Mario. Mine is Zayn.”

"Wow, unique name." He muttered.

"So Mario, can I get you a drink?" I requested. He looked down at the ground and blushed slightly.

"I, uhm, I-I uhmm d-dahhh..." He stammered.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Don't tell me you've never tried them?"  He pouted and crossed his arms across his chest.

"I've had it before! It's just I don't like the taste!" He huffed.

"You'll get used to the taste! Now c'mon, let's go and I'll buy you a drink.." I said before leading him to the bar counter. I yelled at the bartender. "YO, Can I get a shot of whiskey?"

The bartender scowled and grunted then poured whiskey onto a shot glass. He slid it to me and I picked it up and handed it to Mario. He took it hesitantly.

"I really don't want to do this!" He whined.

"Just down it!" I urged. He looked at tentatively before breathing heavily and gulping the drink. He coughed and sputtered, "Disgusting!"

"All right, NEXT GLASS PLEASE!!" I yelled quickly. He looked at me with utter disbelief.

"Not again!"

"Yes again! Don't be a wuss!"

~~~~~

After roughly about....9 shots of whiskey and vodka, he was piss drunk! He was screaming, giggling, and doing random shit. I never knew he was a lightweight.

"ZAAYYYYYYNNNNNN!!! WHADDUP BUDDDYYYYYYYY?!?!" He slurred as he stumbled his way to me.

"What's up?" I said. He tripped and he fell on me. Good thing I had good balance. His head hit my chest and my arms shot out to grab him. He giggled furiously.

"I think I should take you home..." I muttered.

"Noooo! Me wanna stays!!" He complained, with horrible grammar. "Come on, let's go!" I lead him outside.

"Where do you live?" I asked. I was hoping he live nearby. I don't have a car.

His arms slowly went up and his finger pointed to an apartment complex just across the street. "I l-liiive just ac-crossss dah streeeet..." I nodded and walked him to the building.

"What door?"

"A95." He breathed out. I took him to the elevator, because the stairs are dangerous. For his sake, that is. I pressed the button and it lifted us up to the second floor. I dragged him out of the lift when it opened. I trudged him to door A95.

When I reached it, I opened the door and went inside. I turned on the light switch to see my way around. His flat was neat. His kitchen was clean, the floors have sign of crumbs or debris, his bed was neatly made, and everything else was spick and span.

I place my hands on the back of his knees and upper back and carried him bridal style, as to which he giggled to. I walked to his bed and laid him down. I began to strip his clothes down to his boxers. I look up at him.

He was panting and he was flushed and flustered. “Zayn….” He moaned, and God, that sounded hot.

Once he is just in his boxers, I got up and began my way to the exit, but I was interrupted by a high-pitched whine. “Zayyyn….”

I rushed back to him. His hands were in the air, reaching for something. “Zayn, come baaaaack!”

“It’s alright. I’m right here. What do you want?” I asked, crouching beside him. A hand flew to my face and slowly caressed it. “You’re so-sooo hot…..” He slurred. I pushed his hands away and stood up again.

“I have to go, Mario.”

“No, wait!!” His body shot up and he clutched on my jacket. “Don’t leave meeee…..”

“Mario….”

“Please?” His eyes became sad and misty-eyed. I sighed and shook my head no, as I forced his hand away from my jacket. “I’m sorry.”

“No!” He took hold of my wrist and pulled me down. He lifted himself up more while my body fell on top of his body, and our lips met in the middle.

He’s kissing me…...