Mated SOUL [BoyxBoy 1D Fanfic]

8) Confusion

© 2015 by FHRELL CEE . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Hey there my sweet cupcakes.

Realize that the title changed from MATE TO WHO? to MATED SOUL… I just think the later sounds a bit more dramatic than the first. Also notice the cover changes... (Comments)

I’m back again with another update from our sweet boys. And there would be a lot of lip-locking this chapter.

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“We are meant to be together, you and I. I am your soul mate… my mated half.” ~Harry

 

8) Confusion - Niall

So he really does like me. And not just as a friend. He likes me more than that.

He even kissed me. Friends don’t kiss on the lips, only lovers do that. He wanted to be my lover. But we were both males!

I touched my lips.

Even though I should feel repulsed by it, and however I force my mind to feel angry, I didn’t.

In fact I think I very much liked what he did.

Shit!

He is turning me gay. He’s putting ideas in my mind and turning me like him.

Maybe Liam was right. I should stay away from Harry. I should no longer associate myself with him, especially because I have confirmed it.

I don’t want him turning me gay. God, what would my parents say? What would my friends say? People will hate me.

“What happened there?” Zayn asked looking at me intensely. We were in his car on the way to my house.

“N-nothing…” I answered.

I hope he didn’t see anything. I hope he didn’t discover what Harry did or he might just think I’m like him. God, I don’t want Zayn to hate me. He was one of my closes friends.

What will think if he knew I kissed a guy and I liked it? I’m sure he would be angry at me.

“Are you sure?” He asked again as he stopped the car in front of my house. “It didn’t look like nothing to me. He even locked the door down.”

Yeah!

Harry did lock the door so how was Zayn able to open it? The door itself was old, so maybe the lock was broken in the first place.

“I’m really fine,” I told him avoiding his gaze as I took my bag and jumped off his car.

“He didn’t hurt you or anything?” He probed again peeking his head through the car window.

“No!” I answered and he smiled. “I’m just making sure you’re okay, or he’ll get what he’s searching for.”

I smiled.

I really love having Zayn acted like the big brother I never had since I don’t have any. I was an only child.  

I made my way to our house passing through our white picket fence, smelling the nice green Bermuda grass growing on our front porch as the sprinkles water them.