Sacrilegious {ziall}

A damn good reason

A month passed. Then two. Then three, and it was getting cold outside, and there were no longer any leaves to cover the trees and keep them safe from the chill. he sat outside on his porch, staring at the gloomy sky. He knew that his self pity was getting him nowhere. He looked around aimlessly, freezing when he noticed a boy walking down the street. The boy had dark hair and tattoos and a smirk set on his deliciously red lips. Niall shivered , and Zayn, as if he had felt the small movement, turned to stare at the blond, smirking at him.

"hey, Blondie, c'mere!" he called, his voice seemingly sensual.

Niall looked around as if making sure that zayn was addressing him. He stood up, walking over, clad in a deep green sweatshirt and jeans. He ended up being near Zayn, not knowing why. Zayn stared foreword at the horizon, and Niall turned to do the same. "you stare at me a lot." zayn said simply, leaving it at that. He analyzed the hills And houses littering the land, and Niall flushed red. "you smoke a lot." he retorted, his eyes trained on a brown house. it had shutters. Niall can recall thinking about the purpose of having the damned things. They just looked odd.

Zayn didn't reply for a minute, nodding slowly. "yeah, I do." he said, pulling a pack out of his pocket. "you should try it sometime, maybe it'll get you to loosen up...or is that because of daddy?" he teased, a smirk making its way back onto his face. He inched a bit closer until their arms were brushing and even through the two jackets, niall was stunned by the feeling. It was new, exotic. Niall shivered, shaking his head. "no, they're disgusting." he said, his nose scrunching up as he thought about the poison.

"what a terrible way to kill your body. You're too pretty for that." he said the last part on accident, swallowing thickly, he wondered if anyone had ever used the word pretty to describe Zayn. The darker lad seemed to ponder, mulling over Niall's words. "I dunno, gotta die of something, right?" he asked almost too quietly. There was a hint of agony in his voice, but the boy shook it off. "maybe you should let me show you a good Time. I bet I could get you to relax." he said seductively, dipping down so his lips were by niall's ear. " and daddy doesn't need to know."

Niall shook his head, pulling back. "I'm sorry, but that's not...no." babbling, he pushed past Zayn anto tried to run towards the house, stumbling and nearly falling twice. He rushed inside, squeezing his blue eyes shut before moving to the window where he stared at the raven boy that was staring back at him. He nodded, lighting a cigarette and placing it between those lips in an almost challenging way. Like he were saying "you want me to stop? Come give me a damn good reason."

And that's the funny thing about all of it. He knew that he should run out there and throw all of Zayn's cigarettes away. But he couldn't. He couldn't help but to watch as he lit the the damned thing, breathing in the toxins and blowing out the smoke. Niall slowly drew the curtains.

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Another month passed of mindless staring and stupid smirks and pointless blushing, and Zayn hadn't spoken to Niall once.

There was a day when Niall felt particularly gutsy, and he walked up to Zayn after school when no one was around. He just stood next to him, staring down the empty hallway. Zayn smirked. "hey, Blondie." he said slowly, shutting his locker.

Niall swallowed, taking in a deep breath. "hello." he said, his gaze changing to his feet.

"you've not been around." zayn accused, and Niall frowned because if course he had. He hadn't gone anywhere. He hadnt done anything. "yes I have." he snapped, covering his mouth as soon as the words escaped. He could still taste them on his togue.

Zayn shrugged, pulling out a cigarette. "you're not allowed to have that here." he all but whispered, glancing up at Zayn. He shrugged again, walking down the corridor. "if it makes you feel any better, I won't light it while we're inside." he said.

Zayn kept true to his words, waiting until he was outside to light the cigarette, taking a slow, lazy drag. "try it." zayn offered, putting the damned thing right in front of Niall's chapped lips. He shook his head, touching Zayn's arm gently to push it away. "no, I'm okay." he replied, and Zayn shrugged for yet a third time, taking a couple more drags. "you're to hot to he so prude." zayn said simply, stomping out his cigarette before walking over to his motorcycle. "need a ride home, Blondie?" was the next thing out of his mouth.

Niall shook his head, watching Zayn ride off on the bike. It took him half an hour to walk to his house.

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Niall was on his best behavior for the next month without a taste of Zayn, answering frequently in math class, trying to get Zayn to notice him when they weren't alone.

Niall sighed when it didn't work, hanging his head in shame.

that Friday, Niall had actually managed to get permission to go out with his friends. They went downtown to go bowling. Liam had won, and Niall had lost. This was never a surprise. Niall sighed when it was over, texting his mum to tell her that he had a ride home.

He wasn't sure what made him begin to walk down the street, analyzing alleys and building made of brick. He didn't know what part of him had convinced his conscious mind to go towards a bar, but it happened. And he was glad. He looked down the alley. There was a fakery beautiful woman in nearly no clothing. Hooker, his mind warned. And there was a man smoking a joint behind her. It looked like she was trying to convince him to go back to his place. Niall looked past them though to where a boy was pinned to the wall. His eyes widened in alarm when the familiar man was punched.

His body began moving automatically, and he rushed over, pushing in between Zayn and the man, using his own frail body as a shield in an attempt to save Zayn. The man snickered, muttering an annoyed 'this isn't over, Malik.'

Niall didn't know what to do while he stared at the beat up Zayn. He sighed. "zayn....what should I do with you?" he asked to which he was given a slow, pained shrug. "answer me, Zayn." he said sternly. "I need to get you cleaned up." he said.

Zayn didn't reply, staring at the blond boy tiredly. After a couple minutes he pushed off the wall, stumbling and leaning on Niall for support. "my place is around the corner." he slurred.