Sacrilegious {ziall}

The No Clothing Policy

Chapter three

He was honest about that. It had taken merely ten minutes for the boys to get to a complex, Zayn retted at Niall's shirt, whispering "third floor. 15b." tp the blonde boy. Niall nodded, using all of his strength to drag Zayn up the flights of stairs and down the hallway. Zayn was pretty much dead weight, and Niall even had to fish the key out of Zayn's left pocket.

He opened the white door, glancing around the living area, his eyes settling on a small kitchen. He pulled up a chair, setting Zayn down. "okay, I need a washcloth." Niall said, and Zayn scrunched up his nose, pulling off his shirt and handing that to Niall instead.

Niall shook that off, turning to the sink and wetting the piece of clothing, humming to himself. He had to mentally prepare himself before turning back around to face the broken boy that was waiting. Niall bit his lip, turning on his heel and tilting Zayn's head up a bit, dabbing away the blood on his eyebrow and his nose and his lips.

"why are you hurt, Zayn?" Niall asked softly, pulling some chapstick out to rub some across Zayn's cracked, bleeding lips. He hoped that Zayn was too drunk to notice that Niall carried around cherry flavored chapstick. Zayn did,'t reply, staring up at Niall silently, shaking his head. He stood up, stumbling until he got to a sliding glass door that lead to a small balcony. He went out, Niall following him.

They stayed silent, both equally afraid of saying something wrong.

Niall sat on a lawn chair, watching as Zayn pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, taking urgent, angry drags, forcing nicotine into his body. When he finished that cigarette, he pulled out another, lighting it and continuing his assault. Niall bit his lip, standing up. "zayn, please stop." he said quietly, not knowing how to make Zayn quit that.

Zayn laughed bitterly, shaking his head. Niall thought desperately, shaking his head. "I want to try." he blurted out, not having processed the words first. Zayn seemed surprised, turning to Niall slowly and pulling the poison from his mouth, offering it to Niall.

Niall didn't know what he was doing. He put the cigarette up near his lips, staring up at Zayn helplessly. Zayn nodded. "only breathe in a bit or you'll start choking. Hold it for a second. Let it out." he said with a shrug.

Niall nodded, slowly doing as Zayn said. He ended up coughing violently, gagging at the taste, feeling lightheaded. Zayn sighed, reaching out to rub Niall's back while he chuckled. "too much, Blondie. A little less next time." he said, reaching for the cigarette witch Niall quickly stomped out, reaching into Zayn's pocket to pull the carton away from him.

This courage was new to him. Zayn's face grew colder. "Blondie, give Em here." he said lowly, and Niall shook his head rapidly. "too pretty to destroy yourself, remember?" he said. That was not an acceptable answer to zayn who reached for Niall, pinning him to the wall. Niall cowered, his confidence disaperating. Zayn looked at him menacingly. "don't you fucking dare tell me what I can and can't do." he said, reaching for the pack.

Niall mustered his final amount of courage, throwing the pack off the balcony before shrinking back into the wall. Zayn stared at him incredulously, clenching his jaw. "you're lucky that I don't want to hurt you, Blondie." he hissed, pushing off the wall and going inside.

Niall groaned, following him inside, helping him walk. Zayn moved in the direction of the single bedroom, and Niall helped him to the bed, rummaging through drawers until he came up with a pair of trackies for Zayn. The darker lad snorted. "I don't sleep in clothes." he said, rolling his eyes.

Niall nodded, trying not to watch as Zayn peeled off his skinny jeans. Niall bit his lip. "are you just staying here?" zayn asked a minute later, his expression still hard from the scene on the balcony. Niall nodded uneasily. "I don't have a car. I can't get home." Niall explained, looking anywhere but at Zayn, his eyes trained on the plain white walls.

"stay. I'll take you home tomorrow." zayn said, and when Niall's eyes snapped to Zayn, he noticed that Zayn's expression had softened a bit. Niall nodded. "do you mind if I borrow some clothes to sleep in?" Niall asked, and zayn shook his head, smirking cheekily.

"nope, boxers only." he said. "I have a no clothing policy. Especially for you, Blondie." he slurred, patting the other side of the bed. Niall rolled his eyes, slipping off his jeans and leaving on his too long button down. Zayn sighed. "if you don't take that off, I will rip it straight down the middle and pull it off myself." he threatened.

The blonde squeezed his eyes shut, gathering courage before undoing his plaid shirt, letting it fall to the ground. His cheeks flushed tomato red, and he felt completely exposed, standing there in his superman boxer briefs. He felt like an eight year old.n

He heard Zayn chuckle. "hey Blondie, c'mere." he said softly, taking Niall by the wrist and pulling him in. Now, for the record, Niall was about as virginal as a person could be, and even just standing there in between Zayn's legs while they were both nearly naked was almost too much.

"I hope you don't mind." zayn whispered, leaning in a bit while pulling Niall closer yet by his waist. "I'm gonna steal your first kiss now." he finished before connecting their lips.

It was shocking to Niall. He had never expected to strip down in front of the Zayn Malik before kissing him while they were in Zayn's bedroom. It was surreal, and it was messy. And zayn tasted like smoke and alcohol. It burned I'm the back of Niall's throat, but it was perfect. That kiss was everything at Niall had secretly wished for.

A minute later, Zayn pulled back, grinning up at Niall goofily before laying down. "c'mon." he said before slipping off his final clothing article, the briefs falling in the pile of clothes on the floor.

Niall turned a deeper shade of red, avoiding Zayn T all cost, walking to the other side of the bed and getting under the covers.

It was horrible, really, how Niall had just broken about every rule that his parents had ever given him, but he didn't care at all when zayn slung one arm across the blonde's waist, pulling him closer. "g'night" was the last thing he heard before he fell into a dreamless sleep.