Best Friend's Dad (Ziall Horlik)AU

Chapter 7

Niall's POV

The drive back from the lake was completely quiet and awkward. I still felt the tingles on my lips from the kiss that I shouldn't have made happen. It was weird that Zayn also pulled me in for another kiss, but all of me loved it when I shouldn't have.

I'm straight, but I liked kissing another guy. I liked it allot. This other guy is my best friend's dad and he's twenty-six years old. He's also married to a woman that has always been kind to me. I just made her husband cheat on her. I made that happen and I don't like that. My eyes wandered over to Zayn for a minute, but I looked away from him when I saw the emotionless look in his eyes.

When we got back to the summer house, I jumped put of the car and ran inside to just find Liam. I walked through the unknown house until I found myself in the kitchen where Perrie and Liam were cooking something. Liam smiled at me, then set down what he was doing and drug me through the house to a small bedroom.

"This is where we'll stay. My parent's room is right next door to us if you need anything. Now tell me how the lake looks." Liam told me as he flopped down in one of the two bean bag chairs he had. I sat in the other and quietly shrugged. He chuckled at me and shook his head like he always does when I have few words to say. I'm Irish and also an ignored person, I don't ever have much to say unless I'm drunk or I know the person will care to listen. I know Liam will listen to me, but my mind is elsewhere right now. It's busy being scared that I'm actually the gay freak everyone called me.

"So you remember Sophia, right? We've been talking allot lately and we even went on a date once, but no matter how many times I try to ask her to be my girlfriend she says no. I have no clue what to do to get her to say yes to me. Like, should I ask her to prom or take her on some fancy date?" Liam asked me kind of quietly. I thought over this and leaned back in the bean bag chair.

My fingers some how found their way to my lips to feel over my lips. I sighed sadly because that was so wrong, but it was so incredible. I guess that kiss just reminded me that I've always enjoyed someone else being more dominant over me. It was always something I liked when I was kissing a girl, because I've never done more than just that, but I think I liked it more when Zayn was doing it. Maybe it was that I liked when another guys lips were on my own or maybe it was just Zayn's lips on mine, but I liked it much better than sweet soft lips of a female. His facial hair rubbing against my mouth and his strong hands holding at my jaw like he was making sure I wouldn't do anything but submit to the kiss. That's what I enjoyed and that's always what scared me.

I saw how I was treated when everyone thought I was gay. I have an ugly scar on my back from that guy attacking me in the locker room with a fucking razor blade. I've been scared to go back to school because I don't want to face those demons again. I quite the football team because of this and now I have no hope of ever getting into college. That was the only reason I played. Well, also so my dad would give me some sort of attention but I think he only liked it because I was good and I could have a future off of it so he wouldn't have to worry about me. I have no idea how to go back to school and now, I have no idea how I'll face Zayn ever again.

"Niall, snap out of it! I've been talking to you for twenty minutes and you've just been staring off into space. Are you okay, mate?" Liam said as he broke into my thoughts while snapping his fingers in front of my face. I shook my head to get rid of all the things in my head and let my hand that was touching my lips drop to my lap.

"I'm okay. I'm just really tired. I haven't slept much lately, just allot of anxiety." I told him, and it wasn't really a lie. It was me using the truth as an excuse to my weird behavior. I have always had anxiety and now it was just so much worse knowing I have a whole school thinking I'm gay when I'm not. It kept me from going to school or even sleeping at night. I can't breath because I'm feeling like my mind is being crammed with lies and the truth at the same time. The sad part is, I can't tell the difference between either. Sometimes I feel like the lies are the truth.