Chapter 3: Zayn, My Miraculous
Alright, so standing in a room with a bunch of cynical fucktards was not Louis’ idea of fun. He did not want to be with a large group; he did not want to be around Raoul, or Jared, or even Ashley. He just wanted to be alone with Harry. He just wanted to hear his best friend's voice; bask in it; enjoy the way his words were spoken so softly with such naivety.
"Louis!"
Louis snapped out of his trace in alarm when Ashley practically barked his name. He looked at her with unfocused eyes, not entirely curious nor caring what she had to say. He noticed, from out of the corner of his eye, Raoul and Jared were making odd gestures to each other. Probably making fun of him.
Louis didn't have the energy to care about this, either.
"I said, meet my step brother," Ashley said, her voice slightly thicker than usual. Louis frowned slightly, wondering if she was upset about something. She was pointing towards the doorframe leading down a hallway where Louis remembered a bathroom and a bedroom was. In the doorframe stood a boy who looked to be older than Louis, perhaps even in his very early twenties. He had black hair that was done up into thousands of tiny little spikes. Many colors meshed with the black; a dark purple, maroon, navy blue, and bright red. Louis had to say, this boy was certainly interesting.
He also had his lip pierced, right down the center. His eyebrow was also pierced, and he had a set of silver earrings playing along his right ear. A silver bat earring hung from the lobe. Around his left wrist hung a set of silver and gold bracelets. Various rings hugged his fingers while bright pink nail polish decorated his fingernails. The only thing normal about him, it seemed, was his clothing. He wore an average blood red shirt with baggy black cargoes.
Louis was, to put it bluntly, completely fascinated by his appearance.
The strange boy rose his bright blue eyes to examine Louis, his left eyebrow slowly rising higher than the other.
"Louis?" he inquired in a rugged, husky voice that implied he was a long-term smoker.
Louis simply nodded.
"This is Zayn," Ashley said happily, standing up to grab the strange boy's arm. "He's living with me and my mom now."
"He looks like a killer," Jared said jokingly, receiving a dark look from Ashley. Zayn slowly moved his gaze to look at Jared; and when their eyes met, he simply smiled.
Creepy.
Louis scratched his arm uncertainly and bit at his lower lip. He hated this, hated this, loathed it with a passion. He found himself allowing his gaze to travel down from Zayn’s dark features to his chest... and to his toned stomach. Before he could go any further downwards, particularly to his crotch, Harry leapt up and held his hand out to Zayn with a cheeky grin.
"I'm Harry!" he announced perkily. Zayn regarded him almost suspiciously, then, slowly; cautiously, he took Harry's hand. Harry enthusiastically shook his hand, then let it drop. "How old are you, anyways?" he asked.
Zayn cleared his throat and replied in that ragged, used out voice of his, "Twenty."
"You're in college?" Harry questioned. Louis smirked slightly; Harry reminded him of an overly curious chipmunk. Slowly, Zayn nodded. Harry's grin widened. "That's cool. I'm sixteen, and so is Louis over there," he pointed to Louis, who stiffened when Zayn glanced at him. "He's usually more happy than he is tonight," Harry said pointedly, then gave Louis a look which told him he was disappointed. "But he's acting weird." To Louis he said, "Aren't you?"
"That's because everyone knows his secret," Raoul said under his breath. Jared began snickering and hid his mouth behind his hand.
"Okay, Raoul, shut it," Ashley sighed, placing her hands on her hips and letting go of Zayn, "We all know that's a load of bullshit."
"What is?" Zayn asked. Louis stared at him almost fearfully, but slowly began to become entranced with how Zayn was playing with his tongue ring against his teeth. Wait — tongue ring? Louis blinked. He had a tongue ring, too?
"Louis is a fag," Raoul said quickly, then yelped when Ashley punched him, hard, on the knee. Raoul scowled, holding his knee, and flipped Ashley the bird when she turned her back to him.
"He isn't," she insisted.
However, these actions went unnoticed by Louis, who was too busy staring at Zayn, who was simply staring back. Must... look away... before he thinks... I'm attracted to him... Louis thought desperately; but he couldn't do what his thoughts told him to. The intensity in Zayn's eyes stopped him. It was like their gazes were completely locked.
"You're not gay?" Zayn asked him in that strangely sexy, throaty voice of his.
"Um..." Louis hesitated and sucked in a nervous breath, "No. I'm... I'm not gay."
"You seem pretty unsure about that," Zayn said with a smirk. Louis watched his lips, his heart beginning to pound painfully in his chest. He was smitten; he knew it. And he had no idea why. This guy was a freak. He had insane hair and an insane style.
"I'm..." Louis stopped speaking when Zayn slipped past Harry and stood right in front of Louis. The way he moved was so slick and cool, like he knew exactly what he was doing. He placed his hands on Louis’ upper arms and offered an almost arrogant smile.
"Let's find out for sure, shall we?" he said huskily, then, before Louis could protest or even have time to think about what was happening, he pressed his lips to the younger boy's; hard and demanding. Louis froze up entirely; all his blood seemed to rush to his head. He became breathless and dizzy in less than a second.
Zayn lips brushed against his a second time, willing him to respond, but he didn't. His lip ring was strangely warm, Louis noted. His tongue slipped out to lick Louis lower lip, but then it retreated back into his mouth and he stepped away.
"Nope," Zayn said casually, "He's not gay." But the spark in his eyes told Louis he believed otherwise.
Thank you, Louis silently thought. Thank you for keeping quiet.
Relief washed over Louis when Zayn turned and resumed standing in his spot by the doorframe. Harry was staring at Louis in slight shock, while Raoul and Jared were giving each other strange looks. Ashley looked uncomfortable.
"Wait," Raoul cleared his throat, holding up his hand, "Are you homo?" he asked Zayn in a scoff.
"Could be," Zayn replied airily, "What's it to you?"
Louis couldn't help but find himself wishing that Zayn was gay. The boy was just too beautiful to be straight.
I'm super sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I've had a little writers block but there you have it! I promise I'll make the next chapter longer. Thank you for all the amazing reviews! You guys are sooo sweet!!
