Just A Kiss-A Ziall story

First of many

I spent the rest of the day with Liam Harry and Louis by the pool and in the hot tub once it got a bit cold. Once we were all completely wrinkly we decided to get out. We went back to Larry Land where we all sat in their living room playing Fifa when I started to feel tierd.  

“Well boys I’ve had a good time but I am absolutely knackered. Night.” I crept into our flat at ten that night hoping against hope Zayn was in bed asleep and I could just cuddle up to him and forget about today. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. I shut the door quietly, and locked it.

 Feeling a wave of tiredness hit me I walked into our bedroom. As I shut the door behind me Zayn grabbed me and threw me on the bed. ”What are you playing at Horan?” He snapped, climbing on top of me, straddling me.

“W-What?” I stuttered, scared. Even yesterday he’d never been so forceful and aggressive.

“Are you really asking that? You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

“N-no I don’t. Zayn what’re you talking about?”

“Don’t give me any of that fucking crap Niall you know exactly what I mean.” He hissed angrily.

“Z-Zayn you’re scaring me,” I whined.

“Well answer my fucking question!” He roared in my face spit spraying in my face as I realised what he was talking about.

It was like ice being thrown over me. He couldn't seriously be so het up over a playful kiss with Louis could he? I looked up at him. Apparently he could.

"It was only for fun it was just a joke, I swear!" I pleaded.

"A joke?" He hissed. “I saw you, you kissed him for ages it wasn’t playful like you and Harry do or me and Liam do that was a kiss you do with your boyfriend, me.”

Fear shot through me as I felt his hand trail down my chest and into my pants, grasping my cock and squeezing, hard. “Z-Zayn please,” I stuttered wincing.

“What’s the matter Niall? I thought whores liked it rough,” He smirked squeezing even harder.

“OW! Zayn you’re hurting me!” I shouted.

“Good.” He sneered. “Sluts shouldn’t be treated nicely.” He flipped me onto my stomach his knee digging into my shoulder blades. “Cos that’s what you are Niall Horan, a slut,” He hissed in my ear pulling my head back by my hair. 

“I’m n-not a s-slut,” I whimpered.

“Oh no? Well only a slut would kiss their best friend who’s dating your other best friend whilst you’re taken.” He growled twisting my hair in his hands.

“Z-Zayn Please you’re really hurting me!”

“Remember this Niall, no one else is gonna want you, I’m the best you’ll have got it?” He hissed right into my ear.

“Y-yes Z-Zayn,” I stuttered tears of pain escaping my eyes and falling down my cheeks.

“Good now shut up and stop crying it makes you look hideous. And if I ever see you kiss Louis like that ever again then I can promise you, this, will seem very small and painless in comparison, understood?” I nodded mutely.

“Answer me!” He shouted slapping me. I stared open mouthed and wide eyed at him. “Un-der-stood?” He repeated slapping me at each syllable.

“I-I u-under s-stand Z-Zayn,” I choked out. 

“Good. You will not speak a word about this to anyone ever, not your family your friends or the boys. They wouldn’t believe you anyway. Now get in bed.” I nodded and crawled beneath the covers sniffling and wiping my eyes. I stripped beneath the covers keeping my boxers on. I edged away as Zayn got in the other side. He growled and grabbed my hips forcefully pulling me in to this chest. “Mine,” He hissed before drifting off to sleep. My head hurt from his grip on my hair and my cheeks stung from the slaps.

I stayed awake all night staring blankly at the ceiling thoughts running endlessly through my head, mentally trying to work out my complicated emotions.   I didn’t understand why Zayn had hit me. He was probably feeling down and had some pent up stress and me kissing Louis must have sparked something inside him to go off. That must be it. Zayn wouldn’t just hit me because I had a cheeky playful kiss with my friend. No, not my Zayn. But as I was soon to discover my Zayn was long gone. And I was stuck with the new one.