My Sister's Boyfriend ◾ Ziall [EDITING]

Chapter 5

• NIALL •

Zayn came home late last night and I guess that he stayed out looking for me. When he came into my room last night, I curled up into a ball and whimpered to make him think that he really scared me. He sent me an apologetic look and left.

I haven't seen him since then, and I hope he isn't doing anything bad. I can't believe what I am going to do, but it must be done. I must go check on Zayn and make sure he is alright, because if what I saw the other day is real, then he is in shit.

I walk up the stairs and to Zayn's room. I knock on the door and walk in. Zayn is curled up in a ball and, for some reason, there are tears streaming down his face. I hurry over to him and touch his arm. He whimpers and pulls away.

"Zayn!" I hiss.

"Don't leave me," Zayn mumbles. "You promised."

"I'm not-"

"Niall!"

I jump back.

"Don't leave!"

"Zayn, I'm not going anywhere."

"You promised..."

I move closer. "Oh, Zayn. I'd never leave you."

"Promised..."

I sigh and tears sting my eyes. I place my hand on his tan arm and he moves closer to me. His other hand grabs my wrist and pulls me onto the bed with him. He presses my back against his chest and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Zayn!" I say. "Let me go."

Zayn mumbles something and tightens his hold on me. It's then I realize that he is probably still half asleep and that he won't listen to me. Sure, he can hear me, but he wouldn't do anything. I sigh and close my eyes in defeat. I wasn't going anywhere, and I had no better place to be.

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Something moves next to me and my eyes fly open. I am greeted by a tattooed tan chest and the smell of Zayn. Great, I fell asleep. I feel somebody's eyes on me and I slowly close my eyes again, moving closer to Zayn.

Zayn chuckles. "You are so cute when you are asleep."

I blush slightly. Oh fuck.

"You're too forgiving as well, Nialler. I wish you weren't."

I mumble and move closer, trying to keep fooling him.

"Waliyha doesn't know what she's going to miss. She doesn't know what she is missing, even after a year."

I flutter my eyes. "Zee? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, babe," Zayn sighs. "Go back to sleep."

"Why did you call me 'babe'?"

"I don't know. Go back to sleep."

I hum in consent and close my eyes. I mumble a few times and bury my head in Zayn's chest. He shivers and I smile slightly. I move slightly closer and my lips touch his chest. He shivers again and tightens his hold on me.

"You cold, Zee?" I murmur.

"No, Nialler," Zayn whispers. "Go back to sleep."

I pull back and look up at him. He meets my gaze and his eyes widen slightly. I rub my eyes and sit up slightly. Zayn's hand moves to my face and brushes the hair out of my face. I blush slightly and he chuckles at my reaction.

"Why are you so cute, Niall?" Zayn whispers.

"I'm not," I sigh. "I don't know what anyone sees in me."

"They see beauty and perfection."

I scoff.

"They must. You got my sister."

"Sometimes even boys would come up to me and ask me out."

"On a date?"

"I guess. Either that or just to hang."

"Yeah. We invited you to hang."

I roll my eyes. "This family is too welcoming."

Zayn smirks. "We can resent you if you want."

"How about you deal with what is going on, and leave the rest to me."

"Okay then, Blondie."

Zayn's face was closer to mine than it had been at the start of this conversation and I honestly did not know what was going on. Zayn didn't like me like this and I sure as Hell don't. I'm straight, but he is gay. Or maybe bi.

"Zayn," I ask. "What are you doing?"

"Can I try something?" Zayn murmurs.

I nod slowly and he presses his lips to mine. I jerk back and stare at him with wide eyes. Zayn realizes what he just did and jumps away from me. I move further away and end up falling onto the hard floor with a grunt.

"Niall..." Zayn tries.

I shake my head and run from the room. I run into my room and slam the door. I slide down the back of the door and stare at the wall in front of me with wide eyes, going over what just happened in my head.

Zayn kissed me. Why did he do that?! Zayn never would have done that if I had said no. The funny thing about this situation is what my first instinct was. Trust me, I am still in shock because my first instinct was to kiss him back.