Break Up With Your Boyfriend, I'm Bored [ziall/ziam]

Chapter 5:

The first thing Niall sensed when he started waking up, was the smell of peppermint and honey. Warmth was coming from where he was laying on.

Niall took in a deep breath, the smell flooding his mind as his eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times before he realised he was laying on someone's chest. He frowned.

Quickly, but carefully he pushed himself up to see—Zayn. Zayn was laying in his bed, one arm around Niall. He was breathing peacefully, eyes still closed.

Almost immediately, Niall's breath became fitful. Zayn was in his bed. He had been so close to him one might have called it cuddling. But—why was he in his bed? What had happened yesterday at the club? Niall couldn't fully remember.

As he tried to remember, he couldn't help but watch Zayn's handsome face. It was completely flawless. Without thinking twice, Niall's fingertips stroked over Zayn's cheek.

Niall wondered if they had done something. But he shook off the idea—Zayn wouldn't have taken advantage of him in this state.

Suddenly, Zayn's long eyelashes fluttered, his eyes slowly opening. Niall's eyes became wide, quickly pulling his hand back.

The two of them stared into each other's eyes. That's when Niall realised how much he had missed him. Laying so close with him—it felt incredible.

"Hi," Niall whispered. He could slowly remember a few things from last night. He remembered how this interviewer from the other week had been trying to touch Niall. And he remembered how Zayn had come to his rescue, the hero that he was. After that he had brought Niall home safely and then— "You stayed."

Zayn nodded. "You wanted me to," his voice was deep and rough. Niall blushed at that. Had he said that? He couldn't remember. As he looked at Zayn's fully clothed body, Niall realised he didn't have any clothes on besides his boxers. He quickly pulled up the blanket. It wasn't like Zayn had never seen him like this—it was just that it seemed more intimate than all the times before.

Zayn cleared his throat, running a hand through his unmade hair as he sat up. He turned away from Niall, sitting on the edge of the bed now. He fumbled with something at his feet. "How are you feeling? Headache?" He asked.

Niall rolled his neck. His head was feeling okay-ish. He just felt tired and dehydrated. "I'm alright. Just tired," he gave back.

Zayn turned his head to him as he finished—what Niall assumed had been putting on shoes. He watched Niall's face for a moment then said, "Okay. Don't forget to drink water." Niall gave him a nod.

The next second, Zayn stood up and walked towards the bedroom door. He stopped there, looking at Niall again. "See you tomorrow," he called into the room, but didn't look him in the eyes.

"See you," Niall mumbled back, but Zayn was already out the door. A few moments later he could hear his front door close shut.

Niall let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He couldn't believe he had asked Zayn to stay with him. Embarrassed, he smacked a hand against his forehead, wanting to vanish and become one with the blanket.

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A day later, Niall arrived at the studio. Once again, song writing was on the plan today. It was quite when he walked towards the room which was strange. You would at least hear Louis' laugh or Harry's chuckles.

As he walked closer, he could hear mumbling from the room. He positioned himself outside the door.

"What is this even supposed to mean?" He could hear Liam. He sounded upset.