Jealous, Much?

Knock, knock.

“Hey, Ni…are you in there?”

I sigh. He’s here again. Why can’t I just stay away from him, he’s obviously not helping my emotional state. I scoff to myself. Duh, obviously you can’t just stay away from him. You wouldn’t have to if you just didn’t fall in love with a gorgeous straight guy. Who is your band mate and best friend. I hear shuffling outside my door, and realise I hadn’t answered. I quickly jump off my bed where I had been sitting, going through pictures saved on my laptop. And if I lingered a little on the pictures of Zayn, well, no one would know.

I open my door hurriedly, and see Zayn slowly walking down the hallway of the hotel we were staying in that night after a show in Sydney.

“Hey, mate, sorry, uh, just spaced out, come back!” Wow, good job, it’s not like you sounded needy or anything. I mentally facepalm myself at my lack of being able to talk normally when within close proximity to Zayn. He turned around and smiled at me. My inner fangirl did not just scream, so shush. Nor did my face just flush a bright red. Curse my pale skin.

He laughed and said “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve just been caught doing something you shouldn’t’ve been doing”.

I nervously laugh back, and reply “Nah, mate, was just dozing off in my room—“

“Were you wanking?” He butts in.

I flush even more, if that’s even possible, but if he wants to turn the conversation to that, who am I to stop him?

“Why? Wanna watch?” I joke, albeit a little bit apprehensively, unsure if Zayn would take that as a joke…because, well…I was only half-joking.

He blushes (which means, success, go Niall!), but says cheekily, “Well, if you’re offering”.

Well any suavity I had during my last comment is gone. And there is definitely not enough blood flowing to my head, because the only part of my body interpreting his last statement is my dick, which is suddenly very interested in the conversation.

“What—” I start, only to be interrupted by Harry walking out of his hotel room, which was right next to mine.

“I heard something about wanking? Is there an offer? Because I would love to be of any service!” Harry cheerily says, winking in my direction.

Harry, are you freaking kidding me, this is not the time, Zayn just said something which is getting me hard…well, actually pretty much 75% of what Zayn says gets me hard, do you know how many innuendos this guy can say in one sentence?

With as much sarcasm I can muster, I say to Harry, “Wow, yes, please, Harry, I would love for you to touch my dick”.

I see Zayn suddenly shift, as does Harry, both looking a little surprised.