Two Kinds of Trickery (a Ziall fanfiction)

I Need the Money!

“I hope I could be as successful as Zayn…I mean, he has everything!” Liam practically worshipped him. Anything Zayn did, Liam was surely on his knees at Zayn’s feet. I bit into my sandwich and tried hard to listen to Liam. Zayn walked past the table I was sitting and a grin played on his lips. He sat down next to Louis and began to get in a deep conversation. I found that moment as a good opportunity to look for his money vault in his office. I told Liam ‘bye and hurried to his office.

I walked into darkness before I put on the light. I scoped his room carefully, trying not to make any noises. I tried opening practically everything in the room but the key did not open anything.

“Oh shoot…”I muttered when I kicked his chair. I felt a shock of pain in my toe. I went down to the floor and touched my foot. Under Zayn’s desk was a black box. Eureka. I crawled under it and dragged the box closer to me. The heavy metal used to make this box made my arms burn. I placed the key in the keyhole and tried opening it. It worked. In the box there were papers, important files and wads of cash. Leave it to Zayn to decide to keep his money in a box instead of a bank. I watched the money and I got angry that it got to the point where I have to steal from a man…I think I love. The door flew open. I hid under the desk and tried to control my breathing.

“How do you really feel for Niall?” Louis and Zayn were in his office. I placed my head in my hands and prayed.

“Louis, Niall is perfect.”

What? How the hell am I perfect?

“Niall is smart, easy-going and so handsome. He is everything I ever wanted. When he carried me to his house, I was positive he was the one.”

I felt like a damn statue.

“Zayney boy is in love…!” Louis exclaimed happily. Both of them began laughing until I heard footsteps coming closer to me. Shit. I closed my eyes waiting for them to find me.

“ZAYN! The engine has a problem… I have no clue what’s going on…”Liam nervously announced. I let out the air I had in my mouth. He left quickly with Louis at his side. I closed the box and left the room as quickly as possible.

To Harry: found it.

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Harry was doing the money dance while I sat on the floor and practised playing my guitar. A knock on the door stopped Harry from dancing.

“Go get the door Haz.”

“Niall, one of these days you would regret the way you treated me!” he shouted while opening the door. I rolled my eyes and continued strumming. I began humming to myself until I saw Zayn, standing right in front of me.

Zayn’s expression was scary. He wore a pair of black jeans which surprised me and a long sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows. I stared at him and slowly got up.

“Hi Zayn”

“Hey Niall…”

I felt uncomfortable with his gold eyes watching me like that. Harry smirked and watched both of us expectantly.

“Harry, go buy some ice-cream.”

His smile dropped and cursing under his breath, he left. Zayn walked closer to me and held my chin.

“You have the most gorgeous eyes,” he murmured. I turned my head away from his grip and picked up my guitar.

“You play the guitar too huh? You never cease to amaze me.”

Zayn leaned against the kitchen counter and his eyes never left me.

“What do you want Zayn?”

He motioned for me to come by him. I dragged myself next to him and waited for what was next. All of a sudden, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He was nervous. I don’t know what took over me but I grabbed Zayn by his shoulders and crushed myself against him. His lips were soft and fierce. He wrapped his arms around me. I felt safe and pressed myself closer to him, enjoying his warmth. I’m going to steal his money…

I pulled away. My lip began trembling. I love Zayn Malik. I groaned as I sunk to the floor. He sat down next to me and watched me in my eyes. His face looked grim. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Niall…we saw you. Why were you in my office? I have security cameras you know. You went through my money…Why?”

He knew. My world crashed. I felt my eyes watering and my lip shake.

“Niall, please tell me this is a joke…please.”

A tear rolled down my cheek.

“I’m sorry…”I whispered.

“Why?”

“I need the money.”

“How the hell do you need the money? You live in an apartment, you are intelligent and I’m sure you will be making so much money in the future.”

“But I need it now!” I yelled, “My bloody brother is in jail and I can’t afford to pay the bail. My parents practically abandoned him and I’m the only one he has. Harry just wants the money to buy a car so he decided to help me.”

Zayn got quiet and sighed.

“Niall…I fell in love with you.”

I placed my head in my hands and refused to hold back the tears. I heard the door slam shut.

“Bye Zayn.” But he was already gone.