Tell Me a Lie [Niam/Ziall] (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6

Zayn's P.O.V

Niall blinks; once, twice, three times before it all clicks into place.

"What do you mean?" He asks confused and a little suspicious.

"I mean I want you." I tell him, smiling as I rest my head on my hands.

"Why, to beat me up?" He scoffs, "To get revenge for breaking pretty boys nose."

"See, I knew he thought I was pretty." Harry whispers to Louis.

"That's because you are pretty, you're beautiful, handsome, sexy, hot, the most appealing person in the world." Louis tells Harry, kissing his hand. I feel myself throw up a little bit at the sappiness of it all.

"Oh, shut up, I know way prettier people." Niall tells him, his voice thick with attitude.

"Prettier than me?" Harry gasps, forgetting that Niall was his enemy up until now. "Who?"

"Well, there is one sitting right next to me. There is one in the front of the class too," He points over at Josh Devine, a boy who Niall hangs around sometimes. Wait, did he just say there is one sitting next to him? I look on his other side and realize the seat is empty, I smile at him.

"Did you just call me pretty?" I ask him, feeling really happy. I watch as he a blush creeps up his face.

"No, I meant the person on my other side." He turns around realizing no one was there and blushes even deeper. "Well, shit."

Louis and Harry both break out laughing while my smile only grows.

Niall's P.O.V

I can't believe I let my big mouth say whatever it wants and accidentally called Zayn pretty. I mean, he is, he is a gorgeous man. But, I never wanted to admit it to myself, no less to him. I look at my fingers while Louis and Harry laugh at me.

Did they forget what I did to them yesterday, why are they all acting like were best friends.

"I forgive you," Harry says, still chuckling. "You're way to cool to stay mad at."

"What?" I turn towards him, I get forgiven that easy. I don't even want to be forgiven, I just want them to leave Liam alone and never have to deal with them again. I watch as Harry pulls out a banana from his bag, and my eyes widen.

"What? You want some? Well, no I'm not sharing." Harry smiles at me, a little gleam in his eye. "I love bananas."

"Oh." I say, finally getting why Liam had that look of pain in his eyes when he had given me the banana the other day.

I blink and then remember what was happening before Harry interuppted me. I turn to Zayn who is still smiling at me. I need to know what he means, now that I know it doesn't involve Harry or Louis.

"What do you mean that you want me?"

Zayn's P.O.V

"What do you mean that you want me?" His voice is thick with his irish accent, I smile at him, coolly, hiding how much his voice really affects me. I lean down so my lips are right by his ear, I lick my lips before I speak.

"I want you, to be mine."

Niall's P.O.V

The bell signalling the end of homeroom rings, I jump out of my chair, running into the hallways.

Zayn wants me. Zayn wants me to be his. Zayn wants to be mine. Zayn likes me.

Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.   I think I curse to much, usually it doesn't bother me, but why am I so messed up after his confession? Sure, people have confessed to me before; but no one as good looking as Zayn, and no one who I had a grudge against.  Zayn was strictly off limits, a forbidden fruit. Which only made me want him more. Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.