Two Kinds of Trickery (a Ziall fanfiction)

Putty in His Hands

The morning sun entered my room. It was quiet…too quiet. I got up from the floor and stretched my back and arms. Zayn remained in my bed, sleeping like a prince. His eyelashes touched his cheekbones and his lips formed a line. Was I developing feelings for thus lad? God…be with me. I ran my hand through my blond hair and walked to the kitchen. I yawned as I sat on the kitchen counter. I spotted a note on my fridge.

Nialler , I’m going to copy the key. I’ll be back…don’t miss me too much. x x. – Haz

Whatever Harry.

“Hey…”

Zayn stumbles next to me with a frown on his face. It was evident that he had a hangover. His clothes were crumpled and his hair looked like a dead cat on his head…well a cute dead cat. I got him a glass of water which he gladly accepted. He soon realized his environment when his eyes widened.

“What happened last night?”

“You got drunk after almost killing me.”

“Oh.”

Zayn did not meet my eyes. He looked at his feet and began tapping it.

“We didn’t…you know…get involved in any-,”

“Oh no. Nothing happened.”

He sighed and asked me for his car keys. I offered him breakfast but he refused because he needed to get to work, even though it’s Saturday. He left without looking at me straight in the face.

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“Damn it!” Zayn exclaimed under his breath. He cut himself trying to slice one of the wires of the engine he was creating. His blood slowly oozed out from the palm of his hand.

“I can’t watch this. I feel sick around blood,” Liam stammered before leaving the room. Zayn rummaged through his things to find a tissue to wipe the blood but he only created a mess.

“Stop, Zayn.”

He continued looking and ignored me. I pulled a tissue out from my bag pack on the floor and took his hand. He yelped in surprise and watched as I dabbed his cut .I found a first aid kit on the other side of the room and cleaned his cut. I placed a plaster with little cartoons on his hand. During all of this, he said not one word. I let go of his hand and tried cleaning up the mess he made. I felt a strong grip on my shoulder which scared the living crap out of me. I met Zayn’s eyes and gasped. My blue eyes connected with his golden ones. His finger caressed my cheek which caused me to feel my heart beat pounding against my ribcage. His other hand slid down to my waist and brought me closer to him. His lips were centimetres apart. He bent down and pressed his lips against my neck. I shivered under his touch and almost lost my balance. I felt him smile on my neck. He trailed wet kisses on my neck until I was positive a mark will remain there. He pulled away and held me by the neck. At this point, I’m putty in his hands. He leans in closer and closer….close enough for me to taste his breath on my lips.

“Zayn are you okay?” Liam asked, re-entering the room with a worried look. Zayn pushed me away quickly. I tripped on my bag which caused me to land on my butt.

“That’s newton’s law of motion…a body will remain at rest or moving at constant velocity unless made to do so otherwise by some resultant or unbalanced force,” Liam stated happily.

I sighed knowing that Liam did not realize anything. I gave Zayn his chemicals to add on to the engine. He took it from me, allowing our hands to touch ever so slightly. He looked up and smirked before continuing his job. I observed Zayn’s actions until I spotted Louis watching us through the glass windows. He saw me and winked. At that point, I knew Louis saw everything.