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Chapter Thirteen ➣➣ Ziall

(( Niall's Point of View ))
Hot. 
That was my first thought when I woke up.  I was very hot.  When I finally blinked my eyes open, I noticed that my surroundings were unfamiliar and immediately attempted to shoot up - only to find that movement restricted.  I glanced down, my eyes widening when I realized Zayn had wrapped both his arms around my waist and tangled our legs together.  I simply stared at the tanned boy clinging to me.  His raven-black hair was flat for once, and messy; eyelids fluttering slightly as he dreamed.  Hesitantly, I lifted my hand and ran my hand through his slightly-damp hair.  It was soft, but hard at the same time due to the dried gel that he must've failed to remove last night.  I sighed, leaning my head against the wooden headboard.  Maybe this week wouldn't be so bad.  I mean, I couldn't see Zayn as the raping type which was good... okay, why the hell would I think that in the first place?  We were the same age, why the fuck would he try and rape me?  Great job, Niall.  You've just proved yourself to be insane.

Ring.  Ring.  Ring.

Ring.  Ring.  Ring.

I groaned, stretching over Zayn's grasp and lifting my phone to my ear.  The I.D that flashed across my screen was 'LiLi', so I clicked the 'Accept' button and pressed it against my face.  "What do you want, Li?"  My voice was gruff and hoarse from sleep so I cleared it.

"Top of the morning to you too, sleepyhead.  It's almost noon, you know.  What were you and Zayn doing last night?"  I could almost see him winking suggestively on the other side of the line, which caused me to flush a crimson colour.

"Nothing!  Absolutely nothing."  I hissed, glancing down at the sleeping boy on my chest.

"Sure.  Anyway, Haz and Lou are having a lazy day today.  You in?  Oh, and you can bring your friend too."  Liam said.  I rolled my eyes, mentally adding that comment to the many reasons I wanted to murder that boy.

"Okay, yeah.  I'll wake Zayn up and call you back later with an answer."  I responded, quickly hitting the 'End' button before he could say anything cheeky in response.  I peered at Zayn's flawless face, his features soft and peaceful while he slept.  Gosh, this boy could sleep through a bomb.  I wasn't exactly the quietest talker, so I was surprised when I didn't wake him up while I was on the phone with Li.  I hesitantly grasped his hands, unraveling them from around my waist and untangling our legs.  Pulling myself out of the bed, I snatched up a new change of clothes and making my way to the bathroom for a shower.

I switched the water on, stripping myself of my clothes and stepping inside the confined space.  Because I was claustrophobic, I kept the glass door slightly open to keep myself reassured I was able to get out.  I lathered my blonde-dyed hair with Zayn's shampoo, rinsing it out a few minutes later.  I then cleansed my pale, bare skin with soap.  During this time, however, I heard a creek from the bathroom door and froze.

"Erm... Zayn?"  I squeaked, scrambling to slide the door the rest of the way closed.

"Morning, Nialler."  Zayn responded casually, as if he walked into bathrooms with people showering all the time.

"I-I... can you leave?"  I mumbled, dropping the soap and finally able to slide the glass door closed.  I prayed to god he couldn't see me through the steam.

"Nope.  It's my bathroom, 'member?  I just gotta go pee."  He responded.  His voice was groggy and laced with sleep.  God, his morning voice was hot.

"O-okay."  I stammered, mentally face-palming.

"Ni?  Why did you have the door open?"  I gulped, licking my lips as I rinsed my body out.  I refused to respond, not wanting to make myself seem pathetic.  Right now, I was honestly freaking out because of the confined space I was in.  "Niall?  Are you okay?"  Zayn asked.  I could hear the worry in his voice, but I couldn't respond no matter how hard I tried.  I was in a state of panic.

"Niall, are you... are you claustrophobic?"  His question caught me off guard and I opened my mouth to respond, but the only sound that came out was a pathetic squeak.  I leaned against the door, switching the water off and waiting for Zayn to leave so I could get out.

"Niall, come on out.  You're going to pass out if you stay in there any longer.  I promise I won't look, but I need to make sure you're okay."  Zayn pressed and before I process what was happening, he peeled the shower door open with a fluffy white towel.  He wrapped it around my waist for me, but kept his eyes up as he used another towel to dry my torso.  "Hey.  You okay?"  Zayn asked, using a finger to lift my chin up to meet his hazel-brown gaze.  I stared back at him with wide eyes, swallowing.  His skin was smooth, his cheekbones high and well-defined.  Zayn was utterly beautiful, and I was surprised by how much he was able to draw me in.  Finally able to move, I surprised us both by using this ability to lean up towards his face.  Our eyes were still locked and I kept them that was as our noses bumped against each other.  His hot breath hit my lips, making the craving worse.  Zayn was like the drug I was addicted too, and if I didn't have him then I would go crazy.  I knew right now - what I was about to do - was insane, and I shouldn't do it, but I was way passed the ability to think straight.  All I knew was that I wanted his lips on mine, and I was unable to find the inner strength to fight it anymore.  So, without further ado, I captured his luscious lips into a marvelous kiss.

This kiss was different then the last, but at the same time it was the same.  Zayn had the same familiar taste on his lips.  Mint, probably from just brushing his teeth, and smoke.  I was quite surprised that he responded to the kiss right away, but instantly our bodies fit together like a jigsaw.  I rubbed my hands against the back of his neck, bringing our faces closer together - if possible - and earning a low moan that was emitted from the back of his throat.  I smirked slightly against his lips, nudging our lips together and adding a bit more pressure.  I felt him part his lips slightly and in a moments notice, his tongue was running along my bottom lip.  Unlike last time, I didn't pull away from him and run off.  Instead, I parted my chapped lips and sighed softly as he clashed his tongue against mine.  We didn't fight for dominance like most kisses, it was a simple dance.  We search each other's mouths, and when his teeth caught my bottom lip between them - elicting a throaty moan from me - he tugged back before releasing my mouth and pressing our foreheads together.  We were both panting hard, our noses still brushing against the other's as we attempted to catch our breath's.  After a few moments, my eyes fluttered open to stare into his sparkling, hazel-brown eyes that were already staring right back at me.  I took a deep breath, dropping my hands and stepping away from his grasp.  Almost immediately, I felt a rush of cool air and discomfort.  Glancing towards him, I attempted to read his emotions that were so easily hidden behind his eyes.

"Uhm... we should get ready.  Harry and Louis are having a lazy day, and they invited us over to their place with Liam and Danielle.  You gonna come?"  I asked hesitantly, fixing the towel around my waist as I glanced anywhere but his face.  I didn't know what to say, I'd just practically snogged his face off.

"Yeah... sure."  Zayn replied smoothly, though his voice was hoarse which caused my lips to twitch up into a smirk slightly.  He ran a hand through his raven-black hair while I collected my clothes and slipped off back into the bedroom.

When I finally heard the shower turn on, I dropped my towel and slid my clothes on silently; fighting a grin the entire time.  I knew Zayn and I would have to talk about that kiss, because I was almost positive there was something there.  A spark, maybe?  That's what all the movies and stories say, right?  Maybe I really did have feelings for this tanned boy.  And maybe, just maybe I was right... this week wasn't going to be so bad... if everyday started off like that.