Happy New Year!
In all honesty, I tried leaving the fandom, hence the intro message from the previous chapter. No matter how hard I try to fight it, I can't escape from this. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad one. When I said that I won't write any more fanfictions, but then ideas kept popping in my head. What am I supposed to do with that?
If any of you noticed that I don't log in on my Tumblr and Twitter that much anymore. I think I'd prefer not knowing any news about the band, whether good or bad, I think my heart tightens and let me tell you that I don't like that feeling (not to mention Zayn's love life). As they say, ignorance is bliss. I think I'd rather keep myself in the dark than face the reality.
For the meantime, I think I will imprison myself in this bubble of mine where Ziall is so fine and dandy. In that case, I'm going to start a new story. Of course, it's Ziall. Well, what do you expect from me? I got inspired by these books that I've read recently, focusing on crossdressing. I remembered I started one before but it ended badly, and I think I want to get another stab at it. As of now, I only had the concept but no plot and no title just yet. Hopefully, it would attract more readers.
*****
The creaking sound of the hardwood floor against the sole of Niall's rubber shoes was the only sound could be heard from the living room of the Horan's residence. Panic filled his entire being as the multiple scenarios were running in his creative mind, wondering what could've happened to his boyfriend. They were gone for the last six hours.
"Niall, you need to calm down," his mother eased his worried son. Worry and fear were evident on his face but knowing his husband, he might've done something to the poor fella.
"Calm down?" Niall abruptly turned, facing his mother with anguish on his face. "My boyfriend is missing and Dad hasn't called yet. What if..." He felt his lips quiver in the realization that something did happen to his boyfriend.
"Don't be ridiculous, Niall. He won't do that to your boyfriend," Greg reassured his brother, trying to pack his things up because he was leaving in the afternoon to visit his sick son in the hospital.
"Ridiculous? It doesn't even begin to scratch whatever I'm thinking right now. Let me remind you these words: 'Riley O' Donnell.'" Niall growled, unable to hide his exploding and conflicting thoughts.
"Well, that's a different story..." Greg countered back, recalling what happened to the poor man.
"Different? How different was that?" No person should endure that kind of cruelty, Niall thought. "That poor man has been hospitalized for a whole week as if you don't remember."
"I do remember, Niall. Very clearly," Greg replied, as he put some kiddie stuff in his bag. "I do empathize with him but he should've seen it coming, after harassing Dad's customers. It's not good for business."
"But still..." Niall trailed off, trying to reason out his brain. "But Dad shouldn't have done that to Mr. O' Donnell."
"I'm sure that Dad won't murder your boyfriend," their mother squeezed into the conversation, hoping that her statement was a fact.
All three of them were startled by the sound of a closing car door outside was heard inside the house. Niall didn't waste any time to ran himself out of the door. A sense of relief escaped from him as soon as he saw Zayn breathing and in one piece. Niall hugged tightly his boyfriend but then he felt something weird on Zayn. Zayn was greasy, sweaty, and grimy as if he finished a full-blown military boot camp.
Niall pushed himself away with a questioning look on his face. "Zayn, what happened to you?" And when his boyfriend didn't respond and couldn't look directly at him, Niall felt his blood was boiling with rage, and redirected his attention to his father, who was still carrying his gun as he exited the vehicle.
"Dad, what the hell did you do to Zayn!" He barked, demanding to answer his question. And yet again, he was ignored as if he was an invisible entity. His irritation took another step forward as he saw his father going inside the house. But Niall was so determined to get his answers as he grabbed his father's arm, gripping tightly. That was when his father turned around to look at him. Niall couldn't read his father's facial expression as if he was in pain emotionally.
"I need to talk to a lawyer." That was all Bobby said at that moment, making Niall got, even more, confused.
"A lawyer? What lawyer?" Niall asked. As usual, he was ignored but before he could say anything, his father pulled his arm away from his son and marched inside the house. Within seconds, Niall heard the thundering, commanding voice of his father inside the house. He turned his attention to Zayn, who was moving forward and into the cemented steps of the stairs.
"Tell me what happened..." Niall asked once more but the words coming from Zayn got him, even more, confused than before.
"I'm sorry, Niall. I didn't mean to..."
"What are you talkin' about—" A terrible voice of his mother made Niall stop questioning Zayn and focused on her instead. He saw that something was definitely wrong. It should be a surprise that his father became so cryptic.
"Greg!" He heard his father barking orders at his brother as soon as he entered the house with his mother and his boyfriend behind him. "Are you still in contact with that Fitzgerald boy?"
"Stop raising your voice at me!" Greg growled back. "And yes, I'm still in contact with him. What does this urgency of you need to talk to a lawyer? You're freaking me out and Mum!" Bobby just stared at his youngest son, standing on the doorsteps with a questioning look. Bobby couldn't help but to feel bad for Niall, for whatever he has to go through.
"Just call him. I need to file a complaint."
"Dad..." Niall called out, taking slow steps forward to not alarm his unstable father. There was something about those suspicious glances. "What complaint are you talking about?"
"I will file a rape charge at the MacAllisters." After hearing his father, Niall felt his world stop at that moment, abruptly knocking the air out of his lungs; his eyes widened in shock.
"Dad... that's..." Niall tried to speak but somehow words failed him. And now the secret he's been holding on came out in the open and it was literally breaking his family apart. He couldn't even look his father in the eye, somehow he felt ashamed that something like this could happen to him.
"Is it true then?" His mother asked, pushing herself forward and facing his youngest son. Niall felt his mother touched his chin, forcing to look directly at her. He used the full energy left in him to move away from his mother, trying not to break down in front of them. This was the reason why he didn't want to tell them—the pity.
Niall turned around, facing Zayn. "How could you..." He sobbed, his voice was filled with betrayal. Tears flowed from his eyes down to his cheeks, hydrating it.
"I'm sorry, Niall," Zayn answered with gentleness in his voice. There was regret in his tone and yet relief was also detected, that the secret was out in the open.
A mixed of emotions were running through on every member of the Horan family—most of it were the negatives ones. Niall looked at his family and all he could see was how he disappointed them. There was a reason why he kept it for a long time.
Startled was Niall when he felt his father's hand were on his shoulders. Those similar blue eyes like his were almost piercing every inch of his existence, but there was one thing that Niall was sure of—that his father was ashamed of him.
"Dad... I'm sorry..." The memories and the feelings of that horrendous came up to him like a lightning bolt in a stormy cloud—too fast. His dry stained cheeks were moist once again as another set of tears cascaded down. Niall tried his best of his ability to control it but the tears kept falling down.
"Niall, you don't have to apologize to me," Bobby spoke. But the feeling of his son suffering was too much for him. It was overwhelming him. But it doesn't matter, what his son needed now was to let Niall know that nothing would ever change. Bobby wanted Niall to know that he was still loved by his family.
Although, he wanted to press charges against the demonic ex-boyfriend of his son, Bobby couldn't push through it with the request of Niall put everything in the past. Learning that Niall and Zayn would come out their relationship to the public by next week, Bobby was still amazed by the strong will of his youngest son. Even with severe adversity, Niall managed to put his self aside to protect the name of his boyfriend.
*****
"Take your brother's room," Maura suggested for the couple to sleep in for the night. The bed was big enough to cater two bodies, unlike Niall's bed which was a single bed.
"Okay, Mum," Niall answered, feeling a little bit better that the issue was already resolved. Although, he wasn't completely moved on from what happened to him. Niall thought of it as a life experience that he has to carry for the rest of his life.
"Come on, Zayn. Let's get some sleep. This has been the longest night of my life," Niall continued as he yawned, clasping his hand to his boyfriend.
"But I want to sleep in your room," Zayn whined as they took steps on the stairs going up.
"Zayn, we won't fit in my bed. It's too small," Niall answered. They were walking in a small hallway as the sound of creaking wood on their heels was the only thing they could hear.
"But I want to see the shrine."
"What shrine?" Niall questioned, looking at his boyfriend as if horns were sprouting from his forehead.
"Your brother said you have a shrine for me in your room."
"He's lying!" Niall hissed, reminding himself to give Greg a good pounding the next time he sees his brother. "There's no shrine."
"Then, take me to your room," Zayn demanded, taunting Niall. He stopped moving from his spot, wanting Niall to feel that he was dead serious about the request.
Niall knew that his stubborn boyfriend wouldn't fold so he decided that it was not worth it to argue with Zayn.
"Okay fine. Promise me you won't laugh," Niall threated, cocking an eyebrow at Zayn. He was praying to all saints out there that some miracle would rain down on him.
"Promise!" Zayn beamed, raising his right hand, his palm was facing forward. "Cross my heart," Zayn moved his hand over his chest to where his heart was and drew an imaginary cross above it. "And hope to die."
"What are you, eight?" Niall retorted back, scoffing in a mocking manner. "Put your hands down before someone could get hurt."
Zayn was beyond ecstatic as he stood in front of a door with an image of Irish flag was in the center of the door. He also saw cut-out letters from a magazine that said: 'Private Property of Niall Horan. You better knock first if you know what's good for ya!' Zayn couldn't help but to snicker away from the sentiment of Niall being funny even in his belongings.
"Anything funny?" Zayn heard his boyfriend that made him pressed his lips together, trying to contain his laughter.
"Nope." Zayn shook his head to show Niall that he was not at all laughing. As the door was being open, it would be an understatement to say that he was not surprised at all. As his eyes traveled from wall to wall, all he saw was his single posters. In one corner of the room, Zayn saw different Zayn collectible, ranging from notebooks to pencils, to mugs, to cellphone cases. It must've taken a lot of time for Niall to collect all of these. On the other corner of the room, he saw his life-size cardboard cutout smiling back at them. In all honesty, he was creeped out by it but he wouldn't dare to say it in front of Niall. Then, his eyes looked to the bed. On top of it was a custom made Zayn blanket but that's not all—and the pillows were custom made as well as Zayn saw his head was printed on the pillows. This was beyond disturbing at all. Zayn tried his best not to show it because he doesn't want to freak out Niall, considering he was the one insisting Niall to show 'the shrine' and now that he has seen it, Zayn thought that it was a big mistake after all.
Niall observed as his moved through the room, taking all in the visual representation of his love towards Zayn Malik. It took him a year's worth of allowance to gather every single Zayn collectible on stores and online. He could proudly say that he was Zayn's number one fan.
"Don't touch that!" He shrieked as he saw Zayn opening an unsealed collectible. It was a special mug that he got on an online auction site. Remembering it, Niall had to skip a lot of lunches in school, just to get enough fund to put a bid on the item.
"What?" Zayn panicked as the mug in a packaging box was slipping from his grasp. Fortunately, he had a good reflex that he was able to stable it back again on his hand. He could feel his heart was racing from the adrenaline that flowed into his bloodstream.
"Don't do that again, Zayn!" Niall complained, gently peeling off the collectible from Zayn's hand. "You almost dropped it."
It would be lying if Zayn said that he wasn't hurt at all. How could a mere mug be more important than him? But there was one thing he noticed about the collectible.
"Why is it still in a packaging box? Why not use it?"
"Nuh-uh, this mug is a special collectible. Only a handful of fans got their hands on it, and what kind of fan would I be if I let a dirt grazed on it," Niall said it proudly as if the mug was made of rare diamonds.
"Oh wow," Zayn sighed. "I didn't know that there's a 'special mug'" Zayn air quoted it, taunting Niall to retaliate.
"Ha-ha, funny Zayn," Niall laughed dryly, amusing his boyfriend. He had an idea what kind of thoughts were running through his boyfriend's head. "For your information, all of these things were the only way I could get close to Zayn."
"But you are close to me already."
"No, you don't get it. I want Zayn to like me," Niall beamed, his blue eyes sparkled with adoration and bliss.
"Wait, I'm confused," Zayn questioned. Now, he was starting to get baffled with what's happening in the room. "I already like you. You know what scratch that. I love you, Niall."
Niall couldn't help but to blushed from that statement. He would never imagine in a million years that Zayn would fall in love with someone like him. After all the sufferings that he endured, this must be his reward for being persistent. But Niall decided to get back at Zayn.
"You know, I've sent you like a gazillion tweets and not once I got a reply or a retweet," Niall sulked, making his boyfriend feel awful.
"I never got any of those tweets, Pumpkin."
"Of course, why would you? I'm just a lowly fan which meant nothing to you." Deep inside, Niall was grinning as he observed the guilt showing on Zayn.
"Hey, don't say that," Zayn frowned, feeling appalling for Niall. It was true though that he didn't get to see those. Zayn rarely looked at his timeline, he has no time for that. "Pumpkin, I'm sorry. You know that I'll do anything for you."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything. Just name it and I'll give it to you," Zayn begged for his boyfriend's forgiveness. The next thing he knew that Niall pushed him on the bed and Niall climbing on top of him, caressing his neck by using kisses.
"Oh God..." He moaned, feeling that something was coming alive in his groin. The relentless sloppy assault on his neck was making all the thoughts in his head go away. His arm hair stood erect with excitement. "Fuck, Niall..." Zayn groaned. "We ca-can't do t-this... Your parents m-might wa-walk in on us..." He continued, trying to fight his raging hormones but it was pointless to argue with his body as Zayn caught himself grinding as well with Niall.
"Then, you have to keep quiet..." Niall whispered, sliding his hand on Zayn's zipper, pulling it down. He was not at all surprised to see the silhouette of his boyfriend's dick in his underwear, throbbing. "Someone is eager..." He teased.
"Not funny, Niall..." Zayn whined. It was hours ago since they did something inappropriate and now his body was still craving for more. Zayn thought he could never get enough with Niall. Niall has awoken something in him that he didn't know existed. But that doesn't matter anymore, all Zayn could think about was his dick throbbing in pain, wanting to get out in the open.
Subconsciously, Niall licked his lips slowly as his blue eyes glued in on the underwear of his boyfriend. There was a wet spot on the tip, making Niall, even more, hungrier in lust. He didn't waste any moment, pulling down the fabric, exposing the manhood staring back at him.
Just the sight of his boyfriend eyeing his hardened length was too much for Zayn—definitely in a good way. A smirk spread across his face, enjoying his blonde boyfriend wanting to pleasure him in all possible ways. Not a moment later, Zayn arched his back as he felt a warm mouth caressing his length.
"Oh my—Fuck!" He cursed, quickly putting his hand over his mouth to lessen the inappropriate noise coming out of his mouth as much as he can. Zayn responded by him thrusting hard into his boyfriend's mouth, making this splashing sound that sounds very erotic, at least to Zayn.
"You have to keep quiet..." Niall warned after pulling his mouth away from Zayn's glory for a second. He definitely doesn't want to traumatize his parents if they decided to check up on him.
"Yes..." Zayn whimpered, his entire body felt like it was on fire—burning passionately and not wanting for this fire to be doused off. But as soon as he felt a tongue was caressing his shaft, Zayn completely lost it as another set of moans were escaping from his lips.
"Zayn!"
"Sorry... Pumpkin..." Zayn was breathing heavily, panting even. He could see his chest rose up and down, feeling that the air was not enough for him to circulate in his system. "You were so fuckin' good at this!"
"I know, that's why I can elicit this kind of responses from you," Niall teased, smirking. That made Zayn, even more, hornier as those seductive blue eyes were staring at him.
"You tease! Why don't you—" Zayn wasn't able to finish his statement as he felt another heavy assault on his length. Grabbing the nearest pillow to him, Zayn grabbed it and stuffed it in his face to make his moan muffled, not wanting to alarm his boyfriend's parents to come marching in Niall's room. "Oh God, right there!"
It didn't take much time until Zayn felt that build-up feeling in his gut, indicating that he's almost there. He moaned, groaned, thrust his hips towards his boyfriend's mouth. The gagging sound escaping from Niall was more than he could take, motivating him to buck his forward in a much faster pace.
"Pumpkin, I'm so fuckin' close..." Zayn panted, removing the pillow from his face.
"Oh yeah?"
"Uh-huh..." Zayn responded, biting his lips, restraining from moaning escaping from his lips. He grasped hard on both sides of the bed to stabilize his body from the passionate fire searing his body.
Niall grinned as his squirming boyfriend on the bed was shaking as if he was going to have a cardiac arrest but in a good way. He doesn't know what came to him to give Zayn another set of a blow job. He just got horny all of a sudden.
"Oh God, oh God—I'm coming... Fuck!" Zayn groaned, feeling his entire body was going to split in two as the lust was overwhelming him.
"In my mouth," Niall suggested, excited for Zayn to explode in his mouth.
"I'm a... I'm a—Fuuuuuuckkkk!" Zayn arched his back, feeling his eyes rolled at the back of his head. His body went into overdrive, thrusting his hips forward, abusing his boyfriend's mouth as Zayn released his seed. It took a couple of seconds until Zayn regained his normal breathing but as soon as he opened his eyes, he was a bit startled to see another life-size cardboard cutout on the ceiling of himself, just above the bed.
"That's amazing, Zayn..." Niall giggled, feeling all satisfied. Maybe he wanted this because of the frustrations happened earlier.
"Pumpkin..."
"Yeah?" Niall answered, looking at his boyfriend.
"Why is there another life-size cardboard cutout of me on your ceiling?" Zayn asked. "Please tell me that you're not doing inappropriate things when you're looking at that."
Niall got confused so he looked at Zayn but when he saw Zayn pointing at the ceiling, Niall pulled back his head until he saw what Zayn was referring to and it made him chuckle. Looking back, he remembered those long, lonely and cold nights that he had.
"Well..."
Zayn instantly understood what his boyfriend going to answer and interrupted Niall instead. "That's a bit disturbing."
"Me, disturbing?" Niall feigned a gasp. "Look who's talking Mr.I-have-a-recorded-sleeping-video-in-my-phone." That ought Zayn to shut up.
"Well... that's..." Zayn tried to think of a reason to counter it with but he ended up empty-handed, and with the scowl from his boyfriend was not helping him either way.
"That's what I thought," Niall nodded gleefully when Zayn became speechless. He loved shutting up Zayn once in a while.
"But there's one thing I know, though," Zayn said, staring deeply into those blue eyes that sparkled even in a dim-lit room.
"And what's that?" Niall asked, pulling himself off on top of his boyfriend and sat comfortable on the edge of the bed.
"That I love you..." The way Niall heard those words made him hitch on his breath as if his world stopped turning all of a sudden. He turned around to glance over his shoulder at Zayn, and all he could see was the sincerity and the honesty in those brown eyes that says that no one was important to Zayn other than him. That thought alone made Niall's heart flutter with happiness.
Niall breathed hard, taking every breath slowly and steady as he moved closer to his boyfriend. When the space between their faces was close enough, Niall whispered back, "I love you too..." And he placed a sweet, loving kiss on his boyfriend's lips.