A Lot Of Love Hate - A Lilo/Narry fanfic:

Chapter 21

Chapter 21:

 

-          Louis’ POV –

Friday Night:

I was in my room when I heard my door open behind me. I smiled and closed my eyes:

He actually came...

I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist from behind and pull me close. A pair of lips started trailing down the side of my neck and I moaned at the contact. I span around and forced my lips onto his; letting everything go. The taste of cigarettes was still fresh on his lips.

Wait a second... cigarettes?!

I shot my eyes open to see not Liam, but Zayn holding me close. I groaned and shoved him away from me. He landed on my bed with a loud thud and frowned back at me:

“Oi, oi, easy there!” Zayn whined. I scowled back at him:

“You idiot! I thought you were Liam!” I yelled. Zayn’s eyes widened.

“What? Are you two--“ Zayn started but I cut him off:

“No, we aren’t, but I thought you were him finally making a move.” I sighed; running a hand through my hair and collapsing onto the bed next to him. Zayn smirked back at me:

“I thought you might need a distraction from the whole Justin thing, but it looks like you’ve got something bigger to think about.” Zayn mused; wiggling his eyebrows at me suggestively. I pouted.

“Liam better be big, considering all the confusion he’s putting me through...” I smirked; actually half serious. Zayn laughed. “Well, either way I’ve fallen for him, so I won’t be needing your services anymore.” I went on. Zayn frowned:

“Why do you always make me out to sound like a prostitute?” He pouted. I laughed.

“Because you’re borderline, now tell me that you understand what I just said.” I smirked. Zayn groaned and fell backwards onto the bed so that he was staring up at the ceiling:

“Yeah, yeah, no more hooking up. Gotcha.” Zayn grumbled. “...damn it. I thought I was gonna get laid tonight.”

I scoffed.

“Now who’s making who out to sound like a prostitute?” I growled. Zayn winked at me and an idea popped into my head:

“...you know, Justin’s free... you could go hook up with him?” I suggested. Zayn’s eyes widened and he sat straight up again:

“Dude, that’s not funny!” Zayn hissed. I laughed.

“Why? He already asked me for permission.” I said smugly.

“What?! When the hell did this happen?!” Zayn yelled. “ When did you gu--”

“--Yesterday.” I cut in. “He came over and we straightened everything out; turns out he was shipped off to a military school by his parents... Can you believe that? I didn’t even know that people actually did that!” I ranted. Zayn burst out into laughter:

“Military school?!” He screeched. “Why on Earth would you send your gay son to military school?! Can you imagine how much ass he got over there?!” Zayn started cracking up and he fell backwards again and onto the bed; clutching at his sides and rolling around as he laughed harder. “That’s bloody brilliant!”

I felt offended.

“Hey, he’s not a slut like you.” I sassed. Zayn stopped laughing and sat back up again. I started to get a bad feeling: