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Ziall - Maybe I'm In Love

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Niall is on his way over to Zayn's house and he can't stop thinking about it. He is on his way toZayn's house. How did he get to this point again? Fucking Styles.

He's feeling really anxious, but also really relieved. At least now he doesn't have to avoid Zayn's questions about it. They've been texting since Niall sent the first one two days ago, and Niall's a little less terrified that Zayn's got some sort of bleeding heart over him already.

Not that he was too worried about that before. Niall still has a hard time believing someone as good looking as Zayn is even interested in him at all.

When the bus finally stops at the place closest to Zayn's house, Niall shoots him a quick text in warning. From there he just keeps walking down the sidewalk until he spots Zayn, coming down the path toward him with a vague smirk on his face, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Hey, babe.” Zayn waves, pulling Niall into a half hug.

Pet names, really? He doesn't think pet names are allowed in casual sex relationships. Maybe they are. At least in this one, they might be. He doesn't know. “Hi,” he replies, sans pet name. He won't take a chance on it.

Zayn presses a kiss to his cheek. “How've you been?”

Maybe he's just always really physically affectionate. That makes sense; he'd mentioned he has loads of sisters. Maybe he got it from them. Niall's only got a brother and even then he's not too fond of him. His only experience with tactile friendship is from Harry and Louis. And now Zayn, he supposes.

“Alright,” he says, squeezing Zayn's shoulder and then pulling away. He can feel all of Zayn's bones. It makes him want to, bizarrely, protect him, or something. Keep him safe from the world.

“Come on.” Zayn's smiling now, and Niall has to remind himself how to breathe as Zayn takes his hand and leads them into the house. “Fam's not home, so no need to worry about someone walking in on us or anything.”

“Oh, good.” Niall grins inwardly, and eventually outwardly. It's not like Zayn won't know he's pleased anyway. Anything that means that maybe Niall can test how loud Zayn can moan is something he very much approves of.

Zayn brings Niall up to his room, locking the door behind them. “Hungry at all? I've got crisps and stuff.”

“I'm always hungry,” says Niall automatically. It's true, after all. “Maybe in a bit,” he amends, because he does like to have a bite after he gets off with someone. All the stimulation makes him hungry or something. Then again, standing around doing nothing makes him hungry, so that's not really a surprise.

Zayn nods, slipping his fingers through Niall's belt loops. “So... What should we do to pass the time?”

“I can think of a few things.” Niall grins, and he reaches up to flip the brim of his snapback around so that he can lean in and kiss Zayn without it getting in the way.

Zayn hums contentedly against Niall's lips, walking him backwards toward Zayn's bed.

It's easy enough for Niall to settle back on the mattress, stretching out and pulling Zayn between his legs to rest on top of him. He likes the weight of Zayn but even more he likes the not-weight of him, how light he feels resting on Niall like this.

Zayn breaks their kiss, moving lower to suck at Niall's throat. Niall moves his hands up the sides of Zayn's shirt, feeling goose flesh rise under his fingertips.

“We don't need these, do we?” asks Niall in a low voice, tugging at Zayn's shirt. Really, Zayn needs to be as shirtless as possible. All the time. If ever there's an opportunity for Niall to get Zayn shirtless, he makes a vow to take it.