Wicked Desires (Ziall)

Chapter 9

A/N: Hey guys! I'm on a roll with these updates.

Song for this chapter: Wicked Game by Phillip Phillips (it's also what Niall sings later on in the chapter. I highly recommend listening to it) 

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Zayn took a deep breath as he walked up the steps towards the door of the house where Niall was currently waiting. He couldn't believe he was about to do this, but it had to be done. His reputation couldn't be ruined... 

He paused in front of the door and forced himself to relax. Once he managed to do so he rid his face of all emotion then knocked on the door three times.  

"Yes?" A kind middle-aged woman answered a wide smile brightening her features.  

"Hi, is Niall in?" 

"Oh, you must be Zayn! I've heard so much about you! Come on in. I'm Mrs. O'Shay." She opened the door more and gestured for Zayn to come in, which he did. She led him into a cozy looking living room and offered him a warm smile. He tried to return it, he really did, but it came out as more of a grimace. He honestly didn't deserve her kindness right now. 

"Wait just a moment, I'll go get Niall." With that she exited the room, leaving Zayn to fidget uncomfortably on the soft couch.

"Hey Zayn!" He almost winced at the happiness in the Irishman's voice, and he immediately felt a thousand times more guilty for what he was about to do. It was weird though, that he was actually feeling remorse. He'd never felt it before, but he quickly decided he didn't like it. 

Not one bit. 

"Hey Niall." He mumbled, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly, which was so unlike him.  

"Well, I'll be in the kitchen. Holler if you guys need anythin'." Mrs. O'Shay said, winking at Niall before she left. He blushed and looked down, biting his lip in embarrassment. After clearing his throat he looked back up at Zayn and grinned wickedly. 

"Would you like a tour of the house?" He all but purred.

No.

"Sure..." 

Niall beamed as he entwined their fingers together and practically dragged him out of the room and up the stairs. "Good, we'll start with my room." Once they reached it Niall pushed him in and closed the door, locking it behind him.  

"Well, here it is!" He grinned, gesturing at the large area. Zayn looked around absentmindedly and nodded his head, debating how he should go about telling Niall what he came to tell him. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a pair of amazing lips brush against his lightly, then warm hands snaking around his neck and pushing him even closer, lips now fully connected. After a few seconds of kissing Niall pulled back, trailing kisses along Zayn's jaw.  

"You think we can be quiet?" He mumbled into Zayn's neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Zayn gulped to hold back a moan and forced himself to remain lifeless in Niall's arms, trying to prolong the moment. He seriously didn't want to do this. 

"This isn't working for me anymore." He finally managed to mutter out. Niall pulled back and chuckled, leading him towards the bed.