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(A/N) – Didn’t get requested, I just had a random idea today and decieded to write… ZIALL! Oh and btw, before I start, I just want to say that I have nothing against Perrie! Ok, hope you like it. xx
PS. ~ means flashback, it will be in italics.
Warning – Contains a swear or two, and a club scene.
Zayn’s POV
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She moaned into my ear, the sound making me shiver. But not in the good way like I used to, but in a bad way.
“Perrie, please,” I whimpered as she began to kiss down my bare chest, “Please stop.”
She froze on my skin, and moved her head so her piercing blue eyes were looking in my brown ones.
“Why?” She asked.
I frowned. Truth is, I don’t know why. I used to love making-out with my girlfriend. But recently, I haven’t enjoyed it as much. And now, I didn’t really like it at all.
“This is about Niall, Isn’t it?” She spat, grabbing her top and slipping it onto her small body.
My eyes widened, and I oppened and closed my mouth. I was speachless.
“N – no…” I stammered.
“Lier.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes.
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Messy blonde hair, Irish accent, stunning blue eyes the colour of waves; I could only place his identity with one person, Niall Horan.
I kept grinding against him, the alcahol taking over my brain. I could feel something digging into my thigh, making my eyes widen, and my face feel hot.
I knew I should have stopped, but I couldn’t. I was enjoying it too much, and apparently, so was he.
His breath tickled my neck as he began whispering dirty words into my ear. I could feel my trousers tighten uncomfterably, and I cursed under my breath for wearing such tight jeans.
“You’re so hot Malik.” He whispered huskily against my skin, as our hips moved together.
I gulped and closed my eyes in pain. “You’re hot too, Horan.”
“Are you drunk?” He asked, surprising me with the soberness in his voice.
He couldn’t be sober though… could he? He would never be in this situation with me if he was.
“I – I don’t know.” I slurred, causing Niall to burst out his beautiful laugh.
“I take that as a yes.” He smirked.
He leant in closer, so his lips were brushing my earlobe, making me inwardly drool. “But I’m not,” He whispered, “I’ve been waiting months for this moment.”
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Ever since that moment a few months ago, everything had changed between me and Niall. We hadn’t gone any further than him kissing my neck, and all night, I had been aching for his skin.
Now months later, I was still dying for his touch, his hot tongue tracing my skin, his beautiful voice whispering in my ear.
“What would you say, if I told you it is him?” I mumbled, suddenly finding my fingers very interesting.
Perrie frowned. “I wouldn’t give a shit, because we’re not together anymore!”
I looked at her in shock, she just smirked and collected her bags.
“Have fun with Horan, Zayn…” Then she paused. “I mean it.”
I gave her a small smile. “Thanks Per, lets not make things awkward between us, yeah?”
“Mmkay. Bye Zaynie.”
“Bye Pear.”
She was out the house in a flash, and thats when the first tear rolled down my cheek. I brought my knees up to my chest, burried my face into my knees, and cried.
That is litterly all I did for an hour, I cried.
Not because Perrie had broken up with me; hell I was happy she did, but because of my feelings for Niall. I was starting to hurt on the inside, as well as the outside because I was both physically, and emotionally attracted to the Irish boy.
I heard someone come in, and froze. Only one person had a spare key to my house. One person…
“Zayn!” He gasped. I felt arms around me in less than a second, and I quickly relaxed into them.
“What’s wrong buddy?”
I felt a pain in my chest when he called me ‘buddy’. That’s all I was to him. Nothing more.
“I – I was – Perrie… she broke up with me.” I sobbed, even though that wasn’t even 20% of the reason I was crying.
“Really?” He gasped, hugging me tighter.
No, Niall. It’s because of how much I love you.
“Yes.” I cried, holding onto his shirt as if I was grabbing on to save my life.
“I’m so sorry Zayn. It’s her loss.” He murmered into my hair.
My breath hitched in my throat, as I choked out the words, “What do you mean?”
“Anyone would be lucky to have you.” He frowned.
“M – me?” I stammered, unsure if I was dreaming or not.
“Yes, you. You’re so beautiful, and… god damn hot.” Niall mumbled.
A smile placed on my lips. “You think I’m hot?”
“Oh, so so hot.” He smirked, placing his hot lips onto my neck.
Flashbacks ran through my head, and I smiled again.
“In that case, you’re extremely hot and beautiful too.” I giggled.
He smiled, and ran a hand through my hair. I normally hated it when people did this. Niall? I loved it.
“Should we continue what we started in the club?” Niall smirked, crawling on top of me.
I gasped, and I felt myself suddenly getting excited. “Yes, we should.”
He grinned, and tugged at my shirt. This was going to be fun.
(乂ღ˘⌣˘)ノ♥ヽ(ˆ⌣ˆ)ヾ (乂ღ˘⌣˘)ノ♥ヽ(ˆ⌣ˆ)ヾ
A/N
Argh, Im so sorry it sucked :/ I wrote this in 30 mins haha.
– Mairead
REQUESTS TAKEN ON FIRST CHAPTER GO GO GO!
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