Too Much To Ask.zh.

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        Five - Guys, I'm gay.

          

       Niall did texted Zayn that night, greeting the boy with a shy hi, Niall here and he did receive a reply two hours and thirteen minutes later - not that he was counting, he totally wasn't counting.  It took him a while to figure out but he was indeed, gay. Taken as, he took some time to register his feeling but the way his mind came in touch with the feeling of Zayn was enticing, confusing and crazy even. Zayn just flipped a switch in his body that he never expected, thought was there. It was brain-chilling just to think about it. He thought he was doing a great job, since he found himself drooling over Captain America last year, he really tried to console himself, telling himself that it was nothing but a guy admiring a nicer, builder, hotter guy. 

Niall wanted to talk to someone about it, anyone. He haven't had anyone to reach out about being gay, or turning into one. He hadn't ever had experience anything like this, all that's left for him is coming out to his family - he planned to do it sooner but not at 8 p.m. when his family is getting rest from the day and - Oh. Niall thought, of course what was he thinking? Now is a perfect time to tell his family about his sexuality. So, he get out of bed, leaving the dark haired boy on read and strutted down the staircase, right into the living room until he saw his family member seated in a circle as they watched whatever cooking show it was on TV. Niall let out a shaky breath as he clutched his sweats in his hand. This was definitely harder than he thought while he was making a decision upstairs. He contemplated on running back upstairs and hide in his closet forever - definitely no puns intended. And as he having a battle in his head, his mother spotted him, ushering the blonde over to come take a seat beside her. And so Niall did, waiting for himself to gain the fore-waiting courage until he spat out his words in front of his family. 

"Guys. . . I'm gay." There was a shocked silence for a while and then Destine burst-ed out laughing,  hands clapping on Louis' thigh like a retarded seal. Niall just stared at her offensively, "Are you mocking me now, Des?" The blonde muttered, rolling his eyes in annoyance when his parents laugh along. This was not the reaction he had planned in his mind, he didn't actually plan to see his family laughing his life decision.  Louis was the first to talk, eyes twinkling with mischief, "You took forever to come out, Jesus Niall." Niall just stared at his brother like the older have done something stupid and he turned his gaze to his family, to see them nodding along with the eldest son. Niall just shook his head at his weird family, leaning back into the couch with a pout on his face. 

Niall's mother just kissed him on the cheek fondly, glad that she had heard the words that she had been waiting for 17 years, now all she need to worry about is Niall not coming home with a pregnant belly claiming that someone knocked him up - yep you read it right, knock up, pregnant. Niall had been a different child ever since he was given birth by Maura. He was born with an ovary, which was a very rare case. It was a shock to the couple considering that they had an ultrasound of a boy but when he did came out, he came out half girl. The two of them kind of figured out that their youngest son might be gay, but they never really bought up the topic since Niall had been talking about girls and how hot Megan Fox and Scarlet Johnanson was. Bobby smiled at his son, "I'm proud of you son." At that moment, Niall was sure he had a weird and adorable family. 

The next day, Niall walked into school with a smile etched on his face. He'd received his new phone today and his mother made him rainbow pancakes, as cheesy as that sounds. "Hey Niall." Niall blushed at the thick accent that rung through his ears, looking up at the raven haired boy. "Meet me in the common room at lunch, okay?" He winked, kissing Niall's cheeks softly and the blonde turned crimson again, leaning against his locker as he watched the older boy walk away. he was literally turning into putty and he felt like he would anytime soon, if Harry hadn't yell out his name from the other corner of the school. Niall smiled back, nodding at the excited boy. He could feel eyes on him as he hugged Harry and he turned around to be met with two brown eyes staring at him with a smirk on his face. That was then Niall realized that he was dancing with danger, as confusing as it is, he felt as if he was lighting himself on fire and he was burning slowly, but he haven't felt it yet because he was so enhanced at the way the fire danced. He knew he should be worried at that certain time but he wasn't. 

"Harry, I'm gay." Niall muttered carelessly to the younger boy during English class and the curly haired lad stopped writing, his eyes wide as he stared at him. 'What the hell, Niall?  Why are you coming out so. . . casually?" Harry motioned with his eyes squinted and he  glared at his best mate. "Because, you're gay too and I just felt like this was the right time to say it." Niall shrugged, and Harry just stared at him weirdly, "Right time?" Harry whisper-yelled, motioning around the quiet class except for a girl who was reading out her poem, "In English class?" Niall nodded and smirked when Harry muttered something about the blonde being weird. "You love me." The blonde winked, poking Harry with the pen and Harry rolled his eyes, "Hate that I literally do."      

"Love you Harry." Niall muttered again, smiling at the younger boy and made kissy faces. Harry turned his head to look at Niall, blushing lightly at what the blonde said. 

Zayn held a smirk on his face as he forwarded to the front of the class, he could feel the eyes on him including the English teacher and he loved it. He might not be the one to always crack jokes but at least he can try. He unbuttoned his collar button and two button underneath that, girls nearly swooning at his chest tattoo and he sent them a smirk and a wink. "So I was supposed to make a poem for the school class?" Zayn spoke, confident and smooth as he glanced around the room and his eyes landed on the teacher, "I really care about this subject, but I could give a lesser fuck about the teacher and her grading system but - here I go. Bare with me, I used words from google." That was a lie, he had wrote everything he was feeling last night, but that's the last thing he would ever say. 

After he read his poem, which was just a long paragraph of him insulting the teacher, he returned back to his seat, high-five-d the boys and does a fist bump with Liam. The rest of the class still laughing. As the students continued to read out their poems to the teacher, he ignored them, spacing out as he stared at the blonde boy at the back of the class. Niall gets him. He wasn't like anyone he had ever gotten with before, the blonde was different but this was also the last thing he would admit to himself.