Go Easy On Him {Ziall Horlik}

.10.

I was woken up by the banging on the bedroom door. I shifted in my sleep, wanting to stop the loud noise as I covered my head with my pillow. 

"Niall! Get out!" 

"W-why?" I ask quietly. 

There is a silent pause before Zayn speaks up again, his voice slower, "Just trust me."

Trusting Zayn was something I wasn't used to but I knew I didn't have a choice.

I got up and limped to the door, Zayn stood there shirtless leaning against the door frame. He towered over me and I gulped. He was so intimidating.

"Louis went out to grab breakfast," Zayn said, his voice husky. "That means it's just me and you."

"Zayn, not today," I say as he starts to walk into my room, I put my hands on his chest to push him away but he is stronger and pulls me in by my waist. "Please-"

I was cut off by Zayn leaning in and kissing me. His lips were soft. Why was he being so gentle? This scared me. But I liked it so I let it happen. 

He guided me to the bed and laid me down, "You're so fuckin' sexy."

I blush. "Can't you say that nicer? You don't have to be so aggressive with your compliments."

Zayn groaned, "Why do you have to ruin the mood like that?"

I grinned, "There was a mood?"

Zayn turned around with flared nostrils and I giggled as I dodged his hand that was about to grab me and made a run for the door.

"Grandpa!" I scream as I run out to the landing and down the stairs. 

I heard Zayn run down the stairs after me and I quickly found a place to hide which was behind the long curtains in the dining room. 

"Come out come out where ever you are," Zayn taunted, "Come on, baby. Don't wanna make daddy agitating do we?"

My heart skipped a beat. Daddy? Since when?

I gulped. What was the worst he could do? Plus, it's a little game so he shouldn't be too serious about it...right?

"The curtains look a bit...odd," Zayn's voice was so close to me, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

My breathing got heavy, why was I so nervous? There was suddenly a slam and I was trapped as Zayn held the curtains up against the window, enclosing me in the small gap. I began to get claustrophobic as I pushed up against the silk curtains.

"Found you," Zayn said huskily in my ear, making me shiver.

"Let me out," I whined as I scrunched the curtains in my hands and shook them roughly.

"So helpless," Zayn chuckled, "It's adorable."

"Zayn, s-stop," my heart beat quickened as I felt his body push up against me through the curtains. They were fairly thin so I could feel his lips on the skin of my neck and whimpered when he lightly bit my ear lobe.

The curtains were suddenly pulled back and Zayn stood there, his bottom lip between his teeth and his chest lightly going up and down. I felt intimidated as his eyes turned lustfully dark.

"Let me," Zayn groaned as he approached me, his hands on my waist as he pulls us together.

"Zayn, not now," I try to say it as confidently as I can, but end up whispering it like a fool. I'm so weak.

"Please," Zayn whined, I looked up at him, "I'll be gentle."

Zayn's idea of gentle wasn't gentle whatsoever.