“I have the key…did you carry the original key back in Zayn’s wallet?”
Harry paced my living room. I kicked my feet up on the couch and nodded at Harry.
“Good.”
I rolled my eyes at him and began eating some potato chips. I grabbed a handful and stuffed them in my mouth.
“That’s not attractive babe,” Harry announced to me.
“Whatever…and don’t call me babe.”
Harry laughed at me and messed up my hair. I slapped his hand away and took another handful of chips.
“You do know that this key is going to unlock Zayn’s vault to where he’s bloody keeping the money. We need a plan, a good one. Niall…I see the way he looks at you. I have an idea, but are you up for it?”
I nodded, expecting what Harry was going to say.
“Use your Irish charm on him and find out all that we need. We could be rich!”
Harry grabbed my hand and began pulling me along as if we were dancing. I groaned but allowed his mind to roam on the possibilities. Lead Zayn on…that is all I have to do. My lips burned remembering the almost- kiss we had. I wore a green turtle neck because of the love bite evident on my neck. I kept spinning with Harry until I felt dizzy so I could make the right choice.
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I knocked on Zayn’s office door.
“Come in…,” he looked up and saw me which caused his face to light up, “…hello Niall.”
I nodded as if I was a greeting. He stood up to pull the curtains over the glass windows so no one can see us.
“So…what’s up?”
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I walked up to Zayn and planted a kiss on his pouty lips. I could see the surprise in his eyes but yet he responded. He held on to my waist and I grabbed a fistful of his silky hair. What have I gotten myself into? Zayn grabbed onto my hand as he pulled away. He smiled, obviously happy that I kissed him for the first time. What he did not know that it all is a con….and that I have started to develop strong feelings for him. He brought me closer to him and attached his mouth to mine again.
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Two Kinds of Trickery (a Ziall fanfiction)
FanfictionNiall knew love. He had felt it before. But when love risked his survival, he was left with a deadly ultimatum. "It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the fronts people assume before one another's eyes, and the front a writer puts on...