Give Me Love ~ Ziall
Niall could sense himself waking up. Felt the bitter morning air on his arms, the springs of his tattered bed jabbing into his upper back, and the drunken memories came rushing back, flooding his brain; slurred voices, pressing bodies and countless drinks. It may have been the best night of his nineteen years; corny, he knew. An exaggeration once everything was put into perspective, but right now Niall just didn’t fucking care. All the alcohol, all the dancing; the confessions, the inebriated love. Both corners of his mouth drew up a bit at the memories. Though it felt more like a dream rather than a reality; he was on cloud nine. He realized it now, however, that the right space on the bed where a tanned body had fit perfectly last night was now empty. He was alone, no tight quiff that smelled like fruity hair gel or built, strong arms to wrap around him endlessly like it was what they were created to do, as if coating Niall’s body in warmth and peace was the sole reason for their existence. The small boy felt his stomach drop. What if Zayn had left? What if he thought their night together had been a mistake, all the things that had left his mouth the night before just lies coated in beer and cigarettes? He couldn’t think that… could he? Was he? Last night had been nothing short of perfect; and if that was a one- sided opinion, well it might just kill Niall.
But crap, he needed to get up. The clock on his left bedside table came into view when Niall opened his eyes, and had rid them of the sleep and drowsiness that always plagued them after a night out. The red light was flashing a bright 2:02. Given, he had only gotten about ten hours of shut- eye, but it was a deep, good sleep and his skull was banging with a raging headache that he needed to slow down. So that was that, and Niall pushed himself up by arching his elbow and took on the day that could either make or break him.
A tiny gasp escaped Niall’s mouth when he set his feet on the cold, chestnut wood floor that went throughout most of the two story home. He groaned as he stretched out his sore, aching body, groaned as he took his first steps of that afternoon and groaned yet again once he flicked on the light of his bathroom, navy blue with shiny, ceramic white tiles lining the ground in a small crisscross pattern. The bright light lit up the reasonably sized room, maybe a bit too quickly for Niall’s liking and he scrunched up his eyelids to block out the light; not yet fully awake from his sleep. He once again cracked open the eye on his right, squinting in the mirror to see what had appeared out of him following the experience he had undergo not twelve hours ago. And it was safe to say, he looked like shit. His dirty blonde hair was disgruntled and facing every direction imaginable, messier than usual. He was in only some grey Calvin Klein’s, goose bumps rising on every inch and crevice of his skinny, pale body; not at all comparable to the other four band members. His usual crystal blue eyes were dimmed and bloodshot, with swollen, purple bags left beneath them to add to the effect the night had had on him. He advanced his face up to the rectangular mirror to inspect a small, bruised mark Zayn seemed to have left him on his neck; perhaps to remind Niall of their time together. His breath fogged up the reflection facing back at him and he could smell the alcohol on it. He backed out from his position so close to the mirror, perching his now red bruised elbows on the edge of the sink that was in front of the glass and sewed his eyes firmly shut. Niall wasn’t sure if Zayn had left or not; he was afraid of the answer he might be faced with. The memories of the prior night may not have sat with him as well as they did with Niall and, to be blunt, he was scared shitless. He stayed resting against the vanity for another few minutes. The silence that surrounded him was nice; all he could hear was his light breathing and slow heartbeat, occasionally some rustling downstairs that was most likely the wind and leaves. Time passed and Niall didn’t register how long. He didn’t have a single thought cross his mind while he stayed there, just focusing on the darkness that encircled him and the rise and fall of his own blank chest.
The calm didn’t go on forever; yet it was replaced with a different, even better type of feeling which could only be described as serenity. Two muscular arms were placed over his shoulders, the hands attached landing on this skinny hips. The heat exuding from this new, yet comfortably ample body warmed him, the chill leaving and Niall melted into this man. He wouldn’t lift his eyelids just yet; not until he was sure he would not be left alone, in the dark. The form advanced, leaning into the Irish lad’s back the fit together beautifully; two pieces of a puzzle, coming together the form one delicate, amazing masterpiece. And though the pair had only spent one night together, the blonde knew, he could sense it in the air, in his bones, with his core, he knew, there would be more to come. Something about the way Zayn was caressing him, like Niall was Zayn’s and no one else’s for the taking just screamed to the blue- eyed boy that he wasn’t going anywhere. Now, Niall was aware he may have been over thinking such a simple gesture. But nonetheless, he felt safe and protected, and together they both just felt calm, peaceful, safe; it just felt right. So, Niall peeked open an eye, and the next. He was greeted by the built, tanned boy attached to him, stretching his plump lips into a bigger smile than the one the was already there; not that the wider smile could be described as wide, per se. The Bradford boy’s lips were hanging in a loose smile, his hazel eyes sparkling and glowing skin drifting along Niall. Looking at him at that moment, the sole thing present on his face was content. He knew that the paler, smaller, beautiful boy was his to keep and he planned on doing nothing but. He could list countless, a possibly endless amount of reasons stating why he did not deserve the perfect, porcelain man he was taking in right now, but if Zayn was what Niall wanted, he was going to get it. And really; who was Zayn to resist?
A chaste kiss was left upon the crook of Niall’s neck where Zayn has been settled into just moments before, though it didn’t take long for him to find his way back. Not for long however, as Zayn whispered something about having made tea, his warm breath fluttering against his earlobe. He ran his hand through Niall’s and left, leaving Niall alone once again; though this time he wasn’t lonely at all. Zayn was turning out of the washroom and about to run down the stairs, and he noticed a black v- neck resting on the railing next to the steps; he slid it on over his bare chest as he left to the bottom floor, almost tripping up when the gray socks he had on and wood floor rubbed the wrong way. He walked along the floor free of worry or dismay, as if last night had rid him of all his worries and doubts about Niall and nothing but happiness, a sweet humming joy that surrounded everything he did, had befallen him; and to be completely honest, that’s what it felt like. And god, he was being cheesy, but right now that didn’t bother him, not in the least.
Niall sighed in the washroom, all the anguish he had gone through this morning gone in a flash, made irrelevant by the moment he and Zayn had just shared. He picked up his light green toothbrush and ran it under the warm water spilling from the sterling tap, knowing whole- heartedly that there was not one thing in the world that could give him a bigger sense of satisfaction, or add to his overwhelming giddiness, that he felt right now, all accomplished by one very special, very talented and truly perfect boy that Niall may soon be able to call his.
