Blinded (z.h)

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It had been seven months since Harry and Niall started dating, and there was still no sign of a breakup. At this point, every ounce of hope was drained out of me. I was even considering moving in with Louis.

I was working on an assignment for my psychology class when Niall walked into my room.

He was wearing extremely tight skinny jeans with an ivory button-up that complimented his perfectly toned biceps. "Hey, Zayn. Wanna come to the club with me and Harry?"

I shook my head. "No thanks, I have a ton of work to do."

He took a seat next to me on my bed and grabbed my arm with both hands. "Please come with us, Zayn! He's bringing Nick, and I always feel neglected when Nick is with us. Please come and keep me company."

Oh, so that you can neglect me like Harry neglects you?

I gulped down my water as I shook my head again. "Sorry, lad, I—"

"Oh, please! Pretty please, Zayn! For me?" Niall cried as he violently shook my arm, almost making me choke on the water running down my throat.

"Okay, okay, fine! I'll go! But if I get bored, I'm coming right back home."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Niall squealed as he embraced me in a tight hug.

I pushed him away jokingly. "Get off me, Horan!"

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Niall and I were sitting on the bar stools when he turned around and pivoted his head towards Harry and Nick on the dance floor.

"Look at him," Niall scowled. "Talking to my boyfriend. My boyfriend."

"Niall, relax. They're literally just talking."

Niall usually never expressed his jealousy, but the multiple shots of vodka were getting to him. I, however, chose not to drink in order to avoid a huge hangover during class tomorrow morning.

Niall gasped. "Look at him now! He's grinding against my boyfriend! My boyfriend! Who does he think he is?"

"Niall, they're probably too drunk to even realize what they're doing, just like you! C'mon, let me take you home."

"No!" He got up from the bar stool and took ahold of my hand. "C'mon, Zayn, let's dance."

"Niall, you know I don't dance."

"Now!" He demanded, dragging me to the dance floor.

He moved us to one corner of the dance floor, all the way across from Harry and Nick, and began to grind his bum against my crotch.

"Niall, what are you doing?" I asked, shocked.

"Having fun," Niall teased.

"Niall, you can't do this. You're dating Harry."

"Oh, so Harry can dance with Nick but I can't dance with you? What bullshit!" He rubbed himself against me even more intensely, immediately hardening me. He grabbed my hands and put them on his waist. "Don't tell me you don't like this, Zayn."

"I do, Niall, but—"

He shut me up with a kiss, making my eyes widen in shock. He pressed me up against a wall and hungrily moved his lips against mine. "Let's continue this at home," he said with a smirk.

"Niall, I can't—"

"Yes, you can, Zayn."

I can't do this. Sure, I want Niall, but I can't do this. He's with Harry, plus he's drunk. I shouldn't take advantage of him.

But he won't remember, right?