Niall wakes up to russet eyes peering into his own.
At first he thinks he's dreaming because they don't at all seem real, but then he squints his eyes a bit more and takes in his surroundings. His neck has kink in it, that doesn't feel very nice, and as he tries to sit up, he feels his hand touch grass and what feels like dirt. He starts to freak out for a moment until he realizes what happened last night.
He slept on Harry's grave, for the first time in months. He hasn't done something so careless in ages, well actually since the very first week that Harry was placed here. Niall quickly sits up, and tries to act a little less then surprised that he's here.
"Uh, Hi." Niall mumbles. He's sure that he doesn't appear to look happy to see him, but he really is, he hasn't stopped thinking about him since he left. To see him now is something he's needed, especially considering what has happened with Gemma.
"What's your name?" Niall asks, abruptly. It's been driving him insane, and to have a name to a face is something he intends on having. The man laughs, licking his lips. Each time he darts his tongue out, Niall feels himself starring, at how beautiful he is. It's quite disturbing, how hard it is for him not to look.
"Zayn."
Niall smiles, because looking at him now, he looks like a Zayn and he can imagine it fits his personality. "Zayn." Niall tests the name on his tongue and it feels quite nice. "So, umh, about me sleeping here.. I-" Zayn shakes his head at Niall.
"I know what it feels like, you don't have to explain." Zayn says standing up, he reaches his hand out for Niall, who gladly accepts it. "Although, I can imagine you're going to want a pack for the kink in your neck eh?" Zayn asks, touching his own neck.
Niall smiles, and moves his neck around for a moment. Sure enough he can feel the sharp pain, from sleeping on the tombstone. "Yeah, for sure." Niall agrees.
Zayn smiles and gestures for him to follow, Niall does and they walk towards the parking lot, to what Niall can assume is Zayn's car (a beat up truck) and they walk to the passenger side of the truck. Zayn fumbles in the car for a moment before pulling out a hot pack, which he takes the time to place on the side of Niall's neck.
Niall lets a moan escape his lips and immediately regrets it. His eyes going wide. Zayn doesn't seem affected at all, and is actually smiling at Niall. "Better then?" Zayn asks shutting the door and walking to the curb. Niall nods and watches as he pulls out a cigarette from the front pocket of his flannel, placing it between his lips.
Niall has never been a fan of smoking, but, he wishes Zayn didn't make it look so damn sexy, as he wraps his lips around the bud and inhales deeply. It makes Niall's stomach feel queasy and he immediately, wants to place them against his own.
"So..." Niall says, standing on the curb, before sitting down. "How long were you watching me sleep then?" Niall smirks, looking up at Zayn. Whose cheeks are now a bright pink color. Zayn exhales before looking down at Niall. "Long enough to see you drool." He gives Niall a wink that sends shivers down his spine.
Niall hums appreciatively "Hopefully it turned you on."
Niall doesn't even know what he is doing at this point, and honestly he just hopes that he doesn't mess anything up. Zayn laughs at that one, the sweet sound filling Niall's ears. He wants to hear it again as soon as Zayn stops. "Perhaps it did." Zayn retorts back.
Now Niall is really having a hard time not staring at him, as he sends a smirk towards Niall.
All he can think about is how beautiful he is, the longer he looks, the more he finds intruding about him. Niall can't help but think that people worship the ground he walks on, not only for his looks, but his entire demanor, and personality. Its refreshing and Niall finds himself wanting to be his friend more than anything.
"Where have you been?" Niall asks, he thinks that if he laughed at his joke then he might as well ask why the lad hasn't been by the shop. Zayn raises an eyebrow before trying to decide what he is going to say. "Have you been looking for me?" He asks, sitting down next to Zayn.
Niall doesn't look at him, but from his chuckle he can guess that Zayn already knows the answer for that question. "I've been here actually, um, just haven't been by the shop. Had I'd known, I would of visited you." Zayn kicks a rock, and it hits the tire of his truck.
"I mean you don't have to, I just-" Niall fumbles over his words and shakes his head. "It's just nice to have someone come inside." Niall shrugs, looking at Zayn. Throwing a rock as well, his doesn't go very far, rolling in the middle of the street.
"I like it there, so it's a win, win for me." Zayn says smiling, his tongue against his cheek. Niall smiles down at the ground before picking up another rock. They sit in silence for a bit, trying to throw rocks further then the other, and then Niall remembers he hasn't been home.
"Shit." Niall mumbles under his breath, getting up abruptly. "What?" Zayn asks looking at Niall, and standing up.
"What time is it?" Niall asks Zayn, who takes his phone out and tells Niall that it's five till noon. "I'm dead." Niall searches his pockets for his keys, handing Zayn his hot pack. "Thank you Zayn, but I've got to go" Niall tells him, when he finds his keys he quickly gets in his car, but he gets out once he's started the car.
"You better come see me." Niall says sternly. Zayn grins, and lets out a chuckle. "I will, Niall, I will." He waves Niall off and walks to his car. Niall smiles wide, and pulls out of the parking lot.
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I'd just like to say thank you for all of the votes i've been getting, it really means a lot to me. No joke, every writer wants their work to be read you know :)
I also want to take the time, to wish our beautiful Niall a Happy Birthday (make sure you look at the gif on the side) he really is a sunshine, and I know he had a killer birthday. Hopefully full of Zayn cuddles ♥
Chloe xx
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