Sex Lessons |z.h.|

24

"Shit." Zayn cursed the moment he entered the house filled with sweaty teenagers. He wasn't expecting Niall to even attend any of such events but then again, how well did Zayn even know the blonde? The older man walked up the stairs, ignoring the curious looks everybody seemed to be passing his way. He quickly searched his jeans pocket for the small packet of cigarette he always had on him and brought one to his mouth, bringing forth the lighter next. 

Zayn ran a hand through his hair, wiping the sweat that had gathered on the side of his face as he quickly ran upstairs, following the instructions that incredibly slow speaker had given to him on the phone. He never knew it would come to this. For him to go to a high school party to get a blonde out of some trouble. More than that, he was worried as to what could have caused all of this. The people in the floor below didn't seem to have any clue. They were all enjoying the rush the loud music and the alcohol in their system provided them and that assured Zayn that maybe whatever had happened, wasn't that big. It might just be a small panic attack and the kid who had called him might've over reacted a bit. 

He quickly twisted the door knob, checking that he had gotten the correct room or not. Second one from the left. The Pakistani walked inside the unfamiliar room, puffing the smoke of his cigarette out before cursing loudly at the sight. 

"What happened to him?" Zayn mumbled loudly, getting the curly brunette's attention. He allowed his eyes to take in the condition of the blonde. There were tears running down is face, his clothes might be on his body but they were in a messed up position. He could see Niall's messed up hair and a line of hickies littered across his neck. The sight disgusted him a bit, to know that somebody else had touched what should be his. 

"Liam and Louis did." The teenager responded, eyeing Zayn up and down. The man was dressed in such a simple white t-shirt with a leather jacket on along with black skinny jeans and Nike's. Harry would have labelled him as one of the rebellious boys had the man in front of his eyes not been Niall's friend. 

"Louis? I thought him and Niall were best mates?" The Pakistani cocked his head to the side, moving closer to the bed to lift Niall in his arms. He brushed the sticky hair away from the blonde's sweaty forehead and sighed to himself. The boy in his arms seemed to get in too many terrible situations and now there was one involving Louis. Zayn quickly put the cigarette out, before lifting Niall up. He allowed his eyes to take in the other person in the room. He looked a bit worried and a genuinely good guy, that assured Zayn. He didn't want any pervert to be staying alone in a room with his angel. 

"They were. Before Louis decided to fuck with Niall's boyfriend." Harry scoffed, mentally scolding himself for not joining the links before . It was all right in front of his eyes and he had a fair idea that he had seen the two men together before. The only thing he was thankful about was the fact that he was still in his senses and even at the last moment, he was still able to get Niall out of the mess. Even though, nobody came out of it unharmed. 

"How did you know about that?" The tanned man asked curiously, adjusting Niall's red singlet over his shoulders and smiling a little when a soft sigh escaped those beautiful thin pink lips. 

"I had seen them together when I had moved here. I just thought they were a couple. I didn't know about Liam and Niall dating each other until tonight. God, imagine my shock when Niall told me that Liam Payne was his boyfriend." The curly brunette muttered, chuckling to himself. He was glad that Niall was out of danger but a part of him was worried as to whatever was going to happen now. Clearly Niall and Louis were best mates and as far as Harry knew, Louis had tried his hardest to get Liam to call it quits with Niall. But then again, that was no reason to forgive Louis just like that. He did make a mistake by lying to Niall, he did cheat on his own best friend by fucking his boyfriend and then he let it continue. Those were three strikes.