Go Easy On Him {Ziall Horlik}

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a/n : ok but that makes me feel things >.> (^)

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I entered the house, not bothering to wave Harry goodbye and shutting the door before he could come out his car to interrogate me. I heard his car drive off a few minutes away. I hope he felt guilt for what he put me through and that would make him consider the therapy sessions I recommended.

The house seemed empty as I jogged upstairs, I felt relief as I could get the whole house to myself.

That's not the only reason though, is it Niall?

I can't hide the fact that I secretly don't want to see Zayn yet. Harry continued to ask me about him and I couldn't help but think...

Do I have feelings for him?

The thing was, I didn't want to believe that I had blooming feelings for the man that would tease me constantly and act as if we had a thing going on,but in reality we had no connections outside the work place other than being distant friends, close to strangers.

Acting Niall, I always tell myself, he is acting.

For his career, I would think acting was a big part of his occupation. Pornography was just another platform of entertainment and drama. Those present in the video all being actors, not having any connections outside of the screen you may be watching on. After they are done, they go their separate ways, acting completely different than the flirty sensual tension they act out in a 7 minute video.

But that wasn't the same for Zayn and I.

He would continue to tease, if not go an extra mile, in getting into my pants. Wanting nothing more than my body whenever me met and had an encounter. Maybe it was practice? I had never seen him acting this way to the other coworkers he had previously worked with, so why me? Was it because I was new to this whole thing?

"Look who's back," I hear behind me as I enter my room, throwing myself on the bed and breathing in the comforting smell of my sheets. I snap my head up to be met by a smirking Zayn leaning against the door frame.

I didn't say anything, just rolled my eyes and covered my head with a pillow, hoping me would leave.

Nope.

"Not gonna say hello? I waited so long for you," Zayn fake whines, sarcasm thick in his words. I tried to keep my annoyance at bay, though it was difficult to not tackle him as he approached my bed, sitting on the edge and resting his hand on the back of my thigh, inching upwards to my butt.

"Zayn," I warn, "Just leave me alone."

"At least tell me where you went," Zayn says, he grabs my ankle pulling me back and making me squeal in surprise as he spun me over and threw the pillow I clutched to my chest to the other side of the room. He crawled up onto the bed and towered over me, his body on all fours above mine.

My heart beat quickened as he ran his fingers on my neck, wincing as he touched my tender skin. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes fell on my exposed collarbone, "Looks like you had a lot of fun."

I look away, too embarrassed and slightly afraid to meet Zayn's eyes.

"What's this?" Zayn's voice is low, making goosebumps rise on my body as he continues to gently touch my skin. "Who gave these to you?"

I lightly shake my head, not wanting to tell him who.

"No one?" Zayn's eyebrows raise, "So, no one gave you these hickeys?"

"It's none of your business," I quickly say, looking up to him with a deep scowl.

"None of my business, huh?" Zayn mocks through gritted teeth as he fists the blankets under me, trying to contain his anger. He then slips his hand under my neck, pulling me up so we our lips are only inches apart.

"Tell me where you went," Zayn whispers against my lips making me gulp.

"I-I just went to a friends house-"

"A friend with benefits?" Zayn cuts me off and I timidly nod. "Why?"

I don't answer him this time making him move his hand up to my hair, his other hand snaking around my waist. He tugs at my hair making me wince, "Answer me."

"I wanted to f-forget about..."

"About what?" Zayn continues to persist, tugging my hair harder.

My hands go to his shoulders to keep myself up, my grip tightening on his shirt as pulls harder on the roots of hair.

"You," I breath out against Zayn's lips that are now ghosting over mine. Zayn's grip loosens instantly and I pull away slightly.

"Me? Why do you want to forget about me?" You had to be blind to miss the pain behind Zayn's eyes as he desperately asked those questions.

"Zayn, please, let it go," I whisper, trying to push him off but he pulls me harder into him.

"You need to tell me," Zayn emphasises, holding me tight.

I know I can't argue with him, he will get it out of me one way or another. Though, his cockiness is the aftermath that I'm worried about the most, "I-I think I may have feel-"

"Zayn! I'm home!" Louis calls out downstairs and Zayn instantly tenses, letting me free as he gets up and moves towards the door.

With his hand on the door handle he quickly glances back and says, "This isn't over, remember what I texted you" and with a small wink, he left.

The text. Anticipation and nervousness began to grow inside you but I chose to ignore everything Zayn just said, too focused on how his face was inches away from my own and how held me and how his face had that light stubble that I loved so much-

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, my breathing heavy as I thought about what just happened and the fast thought racing through my mind. I caught myself in the mirror opposite my bed; my cheeks flushed deep red and my eyes glistening. Touching my face, my heart beat increased.

Doesn't this happen when you...

Like someone?

:)