Wicked Desires (Ziall)

Chapter 7

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It's odd really. 

When Zayn thought about it, he couldn't fully understand why he was so infatuated with the Irish lad, yet he couldn't bring it upon himself to stop. He also couldn't understand why it was so hard for him to just admit defeat to Harry then go about his merry life with Niall along side him, hopefully.  

Actually, he could understand that last one. In fact, he understood it more than he'd like to.  

He would never admit defeat.  

Never. 

Admitting defeat would mean he's weak, and he couldn't have people thinking that. After all, he does have a reputation to uphold.  

No matter how difficult it's becoming to do so...

"Hey Niall, am I bothering you?" He asked almost shyly as he towered over the blonde. After leaving his dick of a stepbrother he had decided he wanted to spend some time with him, maybe even work on that mission a bit. The blonde looked up and a bright smile graced his features. He shook his head and scooted over on the blanket he was sat on, patting the now available space next to him.  

"Nope! Sit." 

Zayn gladly obliged, plopping down closely next to him. He looked around and cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. It's not that he doesn't want to stare into those mesmerizing pools of bright blue; he just needed to keep a straight face for a moment longer. 

"Are you crying?" Zayn questioned, biting his lip to keep from laughing. The Irishman scoffed, furiously wiping at his eyes and looking away, trying to hide his now burning face. 

"N-no! Why would I be crying?" He stuttered, coughing at the end in a lame attempt to cover for his stupidity. Zayn chortled and shook his head, finally glancing at the boy who was currently a bright red. 

"Don't lie. You know...someone as adorable as you shouldn't be crying. I bet I can make you laugh." 

Niall crossed his arms over his chest and stared at him. "Oh yeah? Is that so? Go on, make me laugh then."  

Zayn gave him a sly smile, eyes twinkling mischievously as he slowly scooted closer to him. "You asked for it." With that he launched himself at the unsuspecting lad, pinning both his arms above his head with one hand and digging his fingers into his side with the other. Niall gasped in shock, eyes widening as he began to cackle loudly, kicking his feet and writhing underneath the raven-haired lad in an attempt to escape the torture of being tickled.  

"I give! I give! You win! S-stop it!" Niall managed to pant out, desperately trying to catch his breath and failing.  

"Fiiiine." Zayn relented after a second with an eye roll, sitting up and sliding off of him. 

"Oh thank God." Niall sighed, sitting up and clutching onto his aching stomach. "I think I've got a six pack now."  

"I'll be the judge of that." Zayn batted his eyelashes flirtatiously with his signature smirk in place.