Chapter Eleven ➣➣ Ziall
(( Niall's Point of View ))
"Fuck no! I can't. That's- that's just... no!" I cried, desperatly racking my brain for a reason for not being able to stay at Zayn's flat for a week. The real reason was because I was afraid of what he was going to do to me knowing about my 'feelings'. I cringed at the thought of liking a boy. This was all too fucked up right now for me to be able to comprehend anything.
"Calm down, Nialler. It's just going to be for a week." Liam sighed, resting his hands behind his head - looking very proud of himself, actually. I flipped him the bird and turned towards Zayn with a glare. He smirked at me smugly, patting my thigh with his hand and causing me to shiver with the contact.
"I'll take care of Niall. He'll be fine." Zayn said, turning towards Liam and Danielle who grinned in response. Bloody hell, was I the only one who had a problem with this? "Come on, Ni. We're leaving now." Apparently so.
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I lugged my suitcase out of my house, dragging it down the driveway and heaving it into my car. Stupid Zayn. Stupid Liam. Stupid Danielle. Stupid game. Stupid-- I ran out of things to call stupid. Stupid Zayn.
Pulling into Zayn's driveway - which he texted the directions to me - I grumbled profanity under my breath while dragging the suitcase along the ground. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. Zayn answered, his eyes lit up brightly as he stepped back to let me in. I licked my lips, glancing around his house. It was small; nothing really special about the place, but it seemed cozy and welcoming.
"Calm down, leprechaun. I'm not going to rape you." Zayn chuckled behind me. I hadn't realized I was trembling until now, so I spun around and glared at him harshly.
"I'm calm as can be," I spat. "And I'm not scared of you raping me. Lay one finger on me and I'll break your wrist." I warned, licking my lips again. God, I was thirsty.
"Don't... don't do that." Zayn breathed, tensing and closing his eyes. I lifted an eyebrow even though I knew he couldn't see.
"Don't do what, Zayn?" I asked.
"Lick your lips. It's... erm..." He trailed off awkwardly, shifting his weight back and forth. I paused for a moment, thinking, before my eyes widened in realisation and I burst out laughing. He seemed to have noticed that I caught on and shot me a glare.
"Aw, Zayniekins. Don't be mad. I won't tell anyone about your turn on's." I winked, pulling my suitcase closer to me and glancing down a long, pale hallway. "So, erm, where's my room...?" I asked hesitantly. He smirked, his cocky attitude obviously back as he snatched my suitcase up and began to lug it down the hall. I paced after him until he kicked a door open, but clothes were already strewn across the room and posters hung up along the side of the walls.
"I've only got one room. You get to share with me." Zayn responded, his back to me as he placed my suitcase against a dresser. My eyes widened as I let out a sort of squeak.
"I-I think I can just take a couch or the floor or something." I began, reaching out for me suitcase only to have my offer - or demand - rejected. Zayn slapped my hand away, frowning slightly.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" He asked, glancing down at his feet and shuffling right to left. My eyes shifted down, narrowing slightly as I stared at the black-haired boy in front of me. Was Zayn... was Zayn really this self-conscious of himself? He shouldn't be! I mean, he's gorgeous. Those hazel-brown eyes, quiffed up black hair, tattoos, six-pack-- STOP, NIALL.
"N-no! That's not what I meant. I meant that I don't want either of us to feel uncomfortable because we're sleeping with each other, because that would be bad considering the fact that I have to live here for a week. Which, by the way, I'm sorry about that. Liam's sometimes a dolt and doesn't think things through. It can get quite annoying if you--" He slapped his hand over my mouth, raising an eyebrow. Shit, why did I always get so nervous around him and ramble? I glanced down at my feet, shuffling them back and forth.
"You know... you look adorable when you're nervous." Zayn commented, removing his hand from my face. My eyes shot open wide as I stared at him.
"W-what? Me? Nervous? Never." I choked out. He just chuckled in response before gesturing to a door. I hesitated before sauntering over and creeking the door open. Bathroom. Yes! I swiveled around, about to grab my pajama's when I noticed Zayn was clambering into the bed... in boxers.
Shit.
How was I supposed to avoid direct contact with him now? I gulped, pulling a pair of grey trackies and a white t-shirt with a four-leaf clover out of my suitcase. I dragged myself to the bathroom, tugging the clothes on and doing my business. After a good 10 minutes of trying to calm myself, I slowly made my way out into Zayn's room. He was turned to the side, his back facing me so I was unable to see if he was awake or not. God, I hope he is.
Crawling into the surprisingly warm bed, I pulled the duvet up over my chin and buried my head into the pillows. After a few minutes, just as I was about to slip off into sleep, I felt a pair of arms wrap securely around my waist. They tugged me back into Zayn's chest and an audible gasp of shock was erupted from my trachea. I squirmed slightly, clearly not comfortable being pressed up against this boy's bare body when he seemed the completely okay with the entire ordeal. I felt Zayn's cheek brush mine as he grazed his lips along my jawline until they reached my ear. He then spoke, his voice laced with sleep, "Did I mention that I like to cuddle?"
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