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      Six - Beautiful People like him.

Song of the chapter: Beautiful People - Cher Llyod ft. Carolina Liar 

Zayn ran out of his before-lunch class that day, he was already panting when he arrived in front of the old room. He just ran across campus to reach there and when he did, he almost forget what he was here for until his subconsciousness reminded him that he was here to steal away the blonde's innocence away and make him another one of his rag doll that he will play and throw away. The thought made him kind of guilty but he pushed opened the door and went with his plan anyways. When Zayn walked in, he saw the blonde on the coach with his headphones on and humming along to whatever music he was listening. Zayn smiled fondly and he hadn't any idea how long he had standing there and staring at the blonde, but who could blame him? The blue eyed, bottled blonde was a piece of art, priceless and enticing. He looked just like he fall swiftly like a feather from heaven, a sweet disposition just for Zayn and Zayn only. But he was going to talk to Niall first and get to know him before actually doing anything first. 

         "H-Hey Zayn." Niall greeted, even though telling Harry about his sexuality, but Niall still had undefined feelings that need to cleared off for the raven haired bloke. He had a feeling that he kind of liked the guy.  He made himself believe that he was nothing more than just baloney, he would be barking mad to fall for the Zayn Malik. He was talking Zayn-fuck-and-dumb Malik here, what kind of non sense could it be, that another one of students had fallen for Zayn's tricks again? Niall Horan is not dumb, he had heard enough news about Zayn already. He like him - yes, but that doesn't mean he's giving in to his teenage hormones anyways. . . not as long as he can resist Zayn. But the question that should be asked is, can he? Can he resist the older boy?

Just looking at those caramel orbs that are framed with such beautiful eyelashes no boy deserves, it made Niall's heart flutter away in it's cage. Niall had been with some girl before but none of them had made him this excited or nervous. Zayn smiled in return and took a seat next to the blonde. He ruffled the younger's hair slightly causing Niall to grin up at him, "Hey Niall." Zayn greeted with a smile again, the two boys had spent the last day talking about random things that had popped up - it was actually very satisfying to have someone to talk all about your problems and they just listen. "So why did you called me here?" Niall asked, taking off his headphones and placing them back in his bag. "I was bored, I guess." Zayn mumbled with a shrug, rubbing the nape of his neck slowly as he glanced at the other boy with his brown eyes and shifted in his place. 

"So. . .I've got something to tell you." They both started at the same time and Niall laughed and Zayn chuckled, eyes gazing fondly at the boy that was pure art. He would give everything to make the boy his, stay with him forever and that's when he remembered what he was here for. He was here for a bet, to prove that he can get into Niall's pants in less than a month - to prove that he still and always will have the power to wrap everyone around his little finger and throw them around like they meant nothing at all. "I'll go first." Zayn spoke and Niall nodded allowing the older boy to speak. Zayn inched towards the blonde, holding him firmly by the shoulder as he turned the dainty guy towards him, Niall's eyes widened when Zayn swiftly press his lips against him and it was gone just as fast as it was there. 

"Go out with me, Niall. Tonight." He breathed out and Niall chocked on his saliva,  Zayn had hopeful eyes as he stared at the younger boy. "As a date?" There was a stutter in his speech as he spoke, eyes going saucers as he stared at the boy in front of him, heart feeling like it would jump out of his rib-cage anytime now. He wasn't even ready for a relationship - he hadn't been in one in two years, he wasn't going to date anyone anytime soon, not after what happened. Zayn nodded as an answer to his question, hoping that the boy will say yes. And Niall wanted to say yes, he really did. And he would have said yes if it wasn't for the rumors about the other boy, and his failed relationship. Because people like Zayn, they don't really like you for being you, and if they claim they do, its probably nothing more than a bag of bullshit on your doorstep. How could you feel, exactly feel if you have been believing in all they said but as it turns out - it's nothing but such baloney. 

Zayn would use Niall until he found someone to fill in Niall's space. And Niall would returned to what he was before, but except this time, he would have a broken heart and shattered dreams. He had seen so many girls and boys fall victim into his trap, but could you blame them? Zayn was so sweet with his words, so tender with his touches; it made one believe that he had finally changed for them. But he hasn't and you are just another passed experiment in his lab that he will throw away. It's beautiful people like Zayn himself, who will suck the life out of you, make you cry, and watch you crawl back home as he was walking away and never to come back. It's cool people like Zayn, that will make Zayn stuck cold as he wait for the time that he would be throw back into the mud when he found someone new, yet Zayn would be so long gone if he had asked him to stay. 

Niall just looked down at his lap and played with his fingers, hoping that Zayn would get tired of waiting and just leave him there. But he didn't - he stayed there with Niall, waiting for the blonde to speak. Niall was afraid of being used again, since Molly. Molly was a girl who had used Niall in just the same way, stuck with him cause she was bored but was actually dating someone behind his back and it hurt Niall, a little too much and he just dropped into a pit of depression for some months, refusing to eat for three whole months. But right now, right now is a different case, would he do anything for Zayn? Yes. 

Zayn waited for the answer, but breathed out a shaky sigh when the blonde wouldn't say anything to him - was he being rejected? Is this what rejection felt like? He pulled his awaiting hands away from the blonde's shoulder only to be pulled back when the blonde crashed his lips against his own, desperate lips trying to search for something to feel loved by. Zayn's surprised mouth finally moved with the younger's, smirking against the plump lips because he knew that nobody can reject him, not even the shy blonde, and at that moment he found himself ignoring the falling tears on Niall's face. He ignored the tears and the eyes that are crying for help, Niall knowing that he was dancing with danger because he had fell into the trap and he let himself fall into it and he hated it. 

Harry watched as the sulky blonde sat on the bench out on the school field, the said boy had his face in his hands and his body was slightly shaking every four minutes and Harry panicked, knowing what the blonde was doing and he shot up from his seat, earning a glare from the teacher. "I - I'm sorry but I got to go." And just like that, he ran out of them class room, ignoring the yells from his teacher. Because nothing is more important than the love of his life needing someone to lean on, not even his mother's fore-coming lecture that will leave him crying alone in his room again. But he didn't care about himself crying, he cared about Niall crying. When he arrived, he pulled the older boy close to his chest, heart breaking to see and feel Niall with tears on his face as sobs shook him. The two of them didn't exchange any words, or they didn't need to as Harry kissed Niall's blonde hair, pulling the other boy close to him and letting him wet his school shirt, because that's what he's here for, to aid to Niall's need and love him, though, secretively. 

Zayn watched the two boys cuddling on the bench and his eyes narrowed at them as his hands went up to touch his lips again. Because he was supposed to be the one holding Niall, he was supposed to be the kissing his forehead and as he watched, he didn't enjoy it one little bit.