Too Much To Ask.zh.

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Eight - Kisses and sorries.

Niall Horan let out a drawled out sigh as he watched Destine danced away with her choreographer, he sunk down further into the sofa and shoved his phone back into his pocket. It had been three days since the incident with Harry and Zayn had happened and he hadn't talk to the curly haired lad or Zayn since then, even though the other had been trying to talk and apologize him, he wasn't going to just accept it when Harry just went crazy over someone asking Niall on a date, that's just absurd. He didn't need someone babying over him all the time, he's grown now.

"Zayn!" The blonde's head snapped up at the familiar name and spotted a small girl standing two seats away from him as she sulked at the boy in front of her - Zayn. "Wahliya, shut the fuck and we'll go home." Zayn spat, pulling his sister by the wrist and the younger pulled back as she pulled out her phone with a smirk causing the raven haired boy to let out a soft whine and fall back onto the black sofa. What kind of parent ground their son for getting into a fight at school this way, anyways? They should have taken away his car or monthly wage. Anything is better than sitting in the studio watching boredom as people dance around. "Just be patient, Zayn. It's merely an hour." The girl smiled and waved at her brother who glared at her in return.

"I don't understand - never understand - how she's addicted to dancing when I can't even do a back-flip." Zayn mumbled, groaning as he trashed around the big sofa, earning glares for people nearby. The blonde a stifled his laughter when he heard what the older boy siad, trying his best to stay hidden. Zayn clearly haven't seen the blonde and he wanted to keep it that way - unseen. But not everything in Niall's life always go as planned and perfect when he heard a voice called out his name. Niall scrunched his eyes shut and whispered out a curse word, turning around to face the other man with an obvious fake smile on his face.

"How'd you arrived here?" Zayn asked.

Niall tried his best not to roll his eyes at what the other said and motioned over to Destine who was struggling with a knee-crunch - he will never, ever, get dancing. "Who is she?" Zayn asked, silently hoping that it's not his girlfriend. Niall turned up to look at Zayn's face for the first time that night, realizing that the bruises on his face were almost faded except for the one under his right eye imprinted by Harry's ring. "My sister." Niall mumbled not missing out on the way the older one let out a sigh of relief whilst he turned his eyes back to the dancing girl.

It was silent for a while and Niall pretended to be on his phone, eyes glancing at the un-moving face timeline as his eyes went back to the black haired boy again and again. The said boy seemed to be in deep thought, hands rubbing over his jean in a clamming matter and his eye-brows deeply furrowed. Niall wanted to reach out to him, tell him the way he had been feeling for these past few days and there's nothing more he wanted to do than going on a date with Zayn. He wanted tell him that he didn't want to believe in the rumors, but they sounded so real, so true. He wanted to let the words of his own creation, he wanted to yell it out without thinking about anything else other than that. But he couldn't, and he just sank down onto the sofa more with a pout on his face.

"I'm sorry." Zayn's voice finally came, scooting forward until both of their thighs were touching. Zayn looked up at the blonde's confused blue eyes and he could see that they were asking him about why he was sorry and the older boy just shook his head. "I'm sorry Niall but I have to do this." He leaned in, capturing the shocked blonde's lips in his own and engulfing them in full warmth of his own mouth. Niall let a gasp shook past his lips and placed a hand on Zayn's chest, trying to push him off him but it wasn't soon enough that he was kissing him back. Zayn said sorry - but he was saying sorry for a whole new different reason.

He was sorry that he had to play the blonde, he was sorry that he thought the blonde was better than anyone he'd ever been. He felt sorry that he couldn't let go of his own popularity and ego. He was sorry because he was going to hurt Niall. even though the blonde believed it in the other way round. He didn't want to apologize for that, but he felt like it was the best to say it now and apologize before hand, before he was doing the thing he knew he shouldn't be doing, but he did anyways.

How could the blonde even reject Zayn, the hottest, most handsome boy in school that no one had ever rejected to before. And maybe that was the reason Zayn continued with his plan even though Liam and Andy told him to lay it off. It wasn't for the bet money, it wasn't because he like the blonde, it was because the blonde had rejected him. And now, now he faces the consequences.

When the two pulled away for air, Niall was blushing and Zayn coo-ed at the younger boy, leaning in to kiss him again but the blonde pushed him away with a shake of his head. "Please. Stay away from me." Zayn's face paled and hardened at the words, eyes glaring holes into the younger's head as he scooted backwards. Hurt and anger was evident in his eyes as he stood up, unwillingly letting the tears that he fall even though he didn't know why he was feeling that way and walked away, letting his sister know that he'll be waiting in the car over a weak yell.

Niall watched guiltily as the older boy left. He knew he shouldn't have said that, he should probably keep it in his mind; but he wasn't going to. He wanted to stay away from Zayn, even if it was World War The Third and they were the only ones left in the whole world he would continue doing that because he knew that the raven boy would never change, not for anyone and he had a feeling that if he did let him in, he was going to face more than just one consequences. That's what he was supposed to do, Zayn was trouble and nothing more.

But, can he?