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Louis made a grave mistake going to his eight am lecture after missing it for two weeks. The pass of judgment made him forget that Harry was in fact also in that American History lecture.
It was dreadful. Harry had spotted him almost immediately and sat in the chair next to him. Louis didn’t know what was worse: the idea of Harry taunting him about Zayn, or the fact that Harry looked the best he’s ever had this early in the morning.
For someone who just spent his Sunday night partying, Harry looked gorgeous. Louis remained calm, not giving Harry a single glance. Acting unbothered was the best thing to do in this scenario. If Harry could tell that Louis wasn’t interested in a conversation, then he hopefully wouldn't start one.
“Hey,” Louis’ somewhat decent mood immediately dropped, hearing Harry whisper in his ear. He tried to focus on their professor lecturing about the Electoral College and how it affected the 1824 presidential election. American politics always confused Louis, but then again he wasn’t even from there.
“What?” Louis sounded bratty, which wasn’t his intention, but he couldn’t help it. He was already nervous enough to be sitting next to Harry.
“You wanna do something tonight?” Harry smirked, his beautiful dimple showing itself to Louis. He had to hold back a blush from just how cute Harry looked.
“Does everything you do revolve around partying?” Louis went back to his sassy demeanor quickly. He couldn’t let it fall because of a little crush.
“No, not like that. We’re not gonna throw on a Monday night. Need that beauty sleep on school nights, y’know?” Sleep was the last thing Louis was thinking about. If he never slept, he would’ve never had that stupid dream about Harry, and he most certainly wouldn’t be finding himself attracted to him.
“I was thinking,” Harry continued, “I could give you a little tour of the house. You know, since you’re moving in next semester.” Louis forgot about the little move in. It was tradition, new members always moved in their second semester.
Louis was silent for a minute before deciding to speak again, “I guess that’ll work… What time? Niall said he was going out around five, no idea with who, but we can do it then?” Harry gulped, knowing exactly what Niall was doing and who he was doing.
“That works. I don’t have a car, so can you walk over?” Harry asked, making direct eye contact with Louis. Louis slowly nodded, not bothering to speak. He was overwhelmed, and Harry could tell. He was more so nervous about what Zayn and Niall were going to get up to, but he moved his focus to Louis.
Class went by smoothly, and Harry couldn’t help but think about putting his hand on Louis’ thighs. He couldn’t help but notice how nice Louis’ ass was, too, but he decided to shame himself for that instead. He had a boyfriend, and he also had just slept with Louis’ roommate. Niall was really good, and so was Zayn, but something about Louis was just so… interesting.
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It was four thirty in the afternoon, and Louis wasn’t home. That didn’t bother Niall at all. It gave him time to get ready. He was struggling to choose an outfit, so he decided to text Zayn.
Whoran: What’s the dress code?
Niall waited impatiently for Zayn to answer. He still didn’t know what they were going to do, but he liked surprises. Was this a date? No, it couldn’t be. Zayn had Harry and Harry had Zayn. But Harry didn’t have Zayn, they both slept with other people. A shiver ran down the blonde’s spine, thoughts of Zayn fucking Louis filling his mind. He shook it off out of fear of getting hard before this hang out.
Zayn:something nice
Hm. Niall had a nice dress shirt and some black skinny jeans, but he didn’t want that to be too fancy. Plus, he only had sneakers and tennis shoes to wear with his outfit. It wouldn’t match at all. Niall needed some more clarification.
Whoran: What are you wearing?
Niall bit his lip watching the three dots appear in the chat thread. Hopefully Zayn would send something that Niall could match.
Zayn: *one image attached*
Niall blushed at the sight of Zayn all dressed up. He had a dress shirt on, a nice blue denim pair of jeans, and black converse on. Niall was relieved to see the shoes considering it wasn’t anything over the top. Niall could definitely match him.
The realization hit with the fact that this seemed like a date. Niall frowned to himself, grabbing a navy blue dress shirt out of his closet along with his converse. Harry and Zayn must’ve had an open relationship right? But Zayn didn’t know about how Harry and he slept together. It was all too confusing, and Niall knew he was going to ask about it later.
Niall got ready and decided to send Zayn a picture. Deep down, he was hoping for a compliment.
Whoran: *one image attached*
Whoran: Is this alright?
His stomach dropped when he saw the familiar three bubbles. It was out of nervousness. He hadn’t felt like this since that first night when Harry asked for them to sleep together.
Zayn: perfect😍
Niall smiled, resisting the urge to jump on his bed and celebrate like a little school girl. He had to play this cool. Something was warning him in his brain to be careful. If this was a date, Niall could very well be a ‘side hoe.’ Surprisingly, Niall wasn’t too upset about that. He didn’t want to be tied down, especially when he had Louis in his life helping every night.
Whoran:Haha thank you!
Zayn: of course 😘 am i good to head over?
Niall was too lost in his school girl world to even realize how fast the time went by. He jumped up, putting on his shoes quickly and grabbing his wallet. It would only be about a three minute drive to his dorm, so he might as well ride the elevator down to be on time.
Whoran: Yeah! Heading down right now! :)
Niall got into the elevator and clicked the first floor. This time, it didn’t stop. It was a straight shot down, which didn’t help his nerves at all, but he digressed. It was time to move past being anxious all the time. Niall walked out of the elevator once it reached the floor, feeling an expected vibration in his phone.
Zayn: here
Niall exited the dorm building and spotted a Volkswagen parked out. He could tell it was Zayn by the bumper stickers. What shocked Niall was just how fancy the car was. Apparently, by the looks of it, Zayn had some sort of money.
“Hey!” Niall exclaimed while getting in the car, smiling from ear to ear. Zayn was unsure if he should act nonchalant or not. He ended up replying.
“Hey,” Zayn shifted the car into drive and turned out of the dorm parking, turning right and heading away from campus town. Niall rested his hands by holding them together, letting them sit on his thighs. Zayn was making him nervous. It wasn’t surprising, anybody as beautiful as the raven haired boy could make a whole room nervous.
“Where are we going?” Niall asked softly. He was staring at Zayn, admiring his every feature. God definitely took his time when creating him.
“‘M gonna take you on a date,” Niall’s suspicions were confirmed, which made him feel better about even thinking it was a date. Open relationships must’ve been Zayn’s type of thing.
“What about Harry..?” Niall didn’t want to be nosy by any means, but curiosity got the best of him. He tried to push back the memories of the night before; the memories of him and Harry. It was all hazy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about all the sweet nothings Harry had whispered in his ear.
“Don’t worry, he knows,” Zayn reassured. Niall slightly nodded, still confused by the entire thing. Maybe it was the killer hangover making his mind all messed up.
“Huh?” Niall sounded dumbfounded, which Zayn thought was cute, but he knew it was confusing for him. Hall passes weren’t a common thing in relationships to his knowledge, and he couldn’t blame Niall for confusion.
“You’re my hall pass,” Zayn turned right, Niall studying the route to figure out where Zayn was taking them, “It’s not cheating as long as it’s with you.” Niall blushed faintly and stared out the window, avoiding eye contact so Zayn couldn’t see he was flushed.
“Never heard of that before,” mumbled Niall, eyes still following the route, “Why me?” Niall suspected Harry told Zayn about what happened, but that could also be incorrect.
“He knew I thought you were cute and wanted to cheer me up.” That made sense, but was Harry not enough for him? Niall wasn’t complaining by any means, he was flattered that someone as hot as Zayn wanted him.
“Awe… I’m glad you said yes,” Niall said as they pulled into the parking lot of a nice restaurant. By the looks of it, it was a steakhouse. Niall didn’t even realize how hungry he was until he smelt the food when he got out of the car.
“This place is nice,” thanked Niall, “Are you sure it won’t be too expensive?” He didn’t want to break Zayn’s bank, and he did bring money for himself, but he was worried Zayn would try to pay.
“No, it’s not. Plus, I want our first date to be nice.” Zayn grabbed Niall’s hand and guided them inside of the restaurant. It was even nicer inside, and the smell was amazing. His stomach rumbled, and Zayn picked up on this.
“Did you eat today?” Zayn sounded worried, but Niall couldn’t tell him why he hadn’t eaten recently. First reason was because of Harry, and the second reason being the fact he was too hungover to even think about eating that morning and afternoon.
“Yeah,” lied Niall, “Just been a long day, I guess.” Zayn nodded. Luckily, Niall noticed they weren’t underdressed. This place was fancy, but not fancy enough for suits and ties.
“Table for two,” Zayn told the hostess. The hostess smiled and sat them down at a booth, candles resting on the table as well as silverware wrapped in a silver lined cloth. She sat menus down on the table before leaving to give them time to ordered
“Have you been here before?” Niall asked, staring at Zayn with curiosity in his eyes. While Zayn answered, Niall opened the menu and browsed at the options. His eyes widened at all the prices. He looked for the cheapest options.
“Mhm,” said Zayn, reminiscing on a past time with Harry here, slight guilt twinging in his heart, “Have you?” The younger one chuckled at that answer. It was pretty obvious he never had been, but he knew Zayn was trying to get to know him.
“No,” He smiled, “This is my first time. What do you recommend?” Zayn smirked at the ‘first time’ comment before quickly snapping back to reality.
“What’s your diet like?” Niall raised his eyebrows, debating if he should lie to make himself sound healthier. He did have some body image issues, but he knew Zayn wouldn’t judge him. He had just called him cute in the car.
“Uh, nothing really. I eat whatever,” Niall shrugged. He chose not to lie. Honesty was always better than lying.
“Alright, let me order for you,” Zayn said. Niall bit his lip, liking Zayn taking control. He needed to calm down. This was only the first date; he had more chances to get frisky.
The timing was immaculate. Their waitress arrived, ready to take their order with a smile on her face.
“I’m Victoria, I’ll be your server for today. Can I get you guys started with drinks?” Niall closed his menu and sat it down on top of Zayn’s for Victoria to take.
“We’re ready to order,” stated Zayn, “Water with lemon, please. We’ll both have the steak dinner.” Niall was a little worried hearing that because that was one of the most expensive meals offered.
“A good choice,” Victoria had written down the order and took the menus, “I’ll be right back with those drinks.” Once the waitress was out of sight, Niall spoke up.
“Are you crazy?” Niall didn’t mean to sound rude, but it did come off that way.
“No?” Zayn raised an eyebrow and his face visibly darkened. Niall leaned back. He knew he messed up.
Fuck.
“Sorry… I just feel bad. That’s expensive,” Niall duh his own nails in his thighs, trying not to look upset. Zayn’s face softened, an expression of worry appearing.
“No, don’t be sorry. It’s all on me.” How did a foreign college student have this kind of income? Niall had no clue, but he suspected illegal activity. He was too curious to pass up asking.
“How do you have this kind of money?” He whispered. Zayn smirked and let out a chuckle.
“My family has a farm here. We get a decent amount of money from selling eggs and things like that. I’ll show you it sometime.” That wasn’t the answer Niall expected, but it was the answer he liked. He was glad Zayn wasn’t involved in anything weird.
“Oh! That’s nice. Do you visit them a lot?” Victoria came back before Zayn could answer, setting down their waters silently. Zayn thanked her and turned his attention back to his date.
“Yeah, I love the chickens, actually. Made me stop eating poultry,” Niall giggled at the reply, “They’re really my girls. Same with our dog. He’s a sweetheart.” It was cute that Zayn was an animal lover. He came off as this bad boy, but now Niall could only see him as a sweetheart.
“What are their names?” Niall asked, his eyes filled with admiration.
“You’ll find out when you meet them,” He winked, “Tell me about yourself. Why’s an Irish lad like you here?” It was weird that he decided to go to college in America considering how expensive it was.
“Better program for my degree. Are you here because of your farms or…?” Niall trailed off.
“Yeah. Parents needed someone to look over them. Had to fire the last guy. Don’t know why exactly, they never told me.”
“I’m sure you love it, though,” Niall said. Their food arrived after that, and he was surprised to see how big the portion was. He definitely wasn’t finishing it, and he hoped Zayn didn’t take offense to that. The last thing he wanted was for Zayn to think he was taking advantage of his money and being wasteful.
Zayn cut into his steak and took a quick bite. It was medium rare, the default option unless you specify. He loved it, and he wondered if Niall liked it too. There was something about Niall that made him so interesting. He was so innocent, well, at least to Zayn’s knowledge. He was definitely going to take him back to his place tonight.
“I do love it,” Zayn smirked and took another bite. Niall stared at him the entire time. The way lips wrapped around the fork briefly, the way his way looked while chewing, and the way his Adam's apple moved when he swallowed; it was all so beautiful.
“Are you gonna eat?” Niall came back to reality and nodded, his face returning to a familiar peach color. Zayn smiled once again and turned back to eating. Niall took a bite of the steak, and that’s when his hunger truly kicked in. He didn’t bother starting a conversation in between the bites while eating. Zayn was probably grossed out watching it, but he didn’t care.
Though, Zayn wasn’t getting grossed out at all. He thought it was cute that Niall wasn’t afraid to show his appetite. Also, he thought it was adorable that Niall was actually enjoying the food he chose for him. It was nice seeing someone be humble.
“So, how’d you like it?” Zayn asked after Niall finished eating. Niall smiled, wiping his face off with his cloth just in case.
“It was really good,” Niall said, “You have good taste.” It really was one of the best meals he had in ages. His stomach was used to the dining hall food, not a full-blown steak dinner.
“I know I do,” Zayn winked while saying that, which only made Niall blush even more. Niall calmed his nerves by taking a sip of his water, the lemon stinging his tongue. He never was a big fan of lemon.
“So,” Zayn said, “Want to come over?” Niall nodded, and while Zayn got up to pay the bill and tip the waitress, he pulled out his phone.
Niall: What are you doing?
Louis: i’m with harry, why?
Niall was a little stunned that Louis was hanging out with Harry, but he had no room to talk. If he could hang out with the person Louis had sex with, then Louis can hang out with the person he had sex with. It was all fair game.
Niall: Just wondering. How long are you gonna be out?
Louis: late
Niall: 👍🏻
Zayn came back to the table and put his hand out for Niall to grab. He did grab it, and Zayn, being the gentleman he is, planted a soft kiss on his hand. Then, they were out the entrance door and into the car. All while being hand in hand.
“Are you okay to come to my dorm instead?” Niall asked, “Louis’ gone… and I know the boys like to hang out at the house.” Luckily, Zayn did not question anything. Niall didn’t know if he could handle getting interrogated by him as to why he preferred his small dorm to the spacious house.
“Alright,” was all Zayn said. Halfway through the ride, Zayn began resting his hand on Niall’s upper thigh. Niall could see Zayn’s cocky smirk in his peripheral vision. It didn’t matter. He was still able to make Niall melt at his touch.
They pulled back into the lot, Zayn shifting the gear into park. Niall exited the car first, pulling out his key card to let them into the building. Zayn got out and locked his car, following closely behind the shorter boy.
“Just a warning,” Niall slid the card into the lock, the door unlocking in response, “Louis’ side of the room isn’t that…. tidy.”
“It’s okay,” Zayn clicked the button for the elevator, “You should see Harry’s room.” Zayn immediately went silent after that. He didn’t know if Niall was okay with him mentioning his boyfriend just yet.
“Don’t worry,” Niall assured, “You can talk about him.” Zayn held Niall’s hand as the elevator went up. Niall was still fighting the urge to celebrate like a schoolgirl who just discovered the concept of having a crush. Zayn was just so charming, and he knew how to take a boy out for a nice date.
They made it to his room, and that was when Zayn decided to make himself at home. He made himself comfortable onto the bed before patting the spot next to him in an attempt to signal for Niall to join him. Niall did, and he crawled onto the bed and laid next to Zayn.
Their eyes locked, and their legs tangled together like overgrown roots. A period of silence draped over them before Zayn decided to break the tension. He leaned in and gave Niall a soft peck, his stubble grazing Niall’s chin.
“You’re so cute,” Zayn said, enjoying the view of Niall’s still red face.
“Says you.” Niall didn’t wait for any reply to escape Zayn’s mouth, kissing him before he even had the chance. Zayn raised his eyebrows, not in a bad way, though. He loved this new side of Niall.
Zayn caressed Niall’s torso, pulling him on top. Niall asserted his dominance, tugging on the bottom of Zayn’s shirt. Despite this confidence, Niall knew it was going to hurt. He was still sore from the day before, and by what he felt through Zayn’s pants, this might be worse.
Zayn let Niall unbutton his shirt, groaning into this kiss. Niall finally got the shirt off, and he broke apart their kiss to stare at Zayn’s body. His eyes widened with admiration with just how perfect he was. It was not a surprise at all. Gorgeous was the first thought Niall had when he first met him that first day of rush week.
“You’re so…” Niall uttered, staring at Zayn’s torso. Studying every tattoo, Niall fought the urge to kiss them. Zayn laid there quietly before speaking up about his wants.
“Can I see you?” Niall nodded, not even thinking about Louis’ ‘artwork’ from two nights prior. After unbuttoning Niall’s dress shirt, Zayn raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was a little taken aback to say the least.
“Shit,” Niall whispered, “Sorry. I forgot those were there.”
“Who?” Zayn said, aggression in his voice. It wasn’t stemming from anger. It was more about curiosity.
“What?” Niall wasn’t dumb. He heard what the other said, but he was a little embarrassed to admit that it was from his roommate.
“Who did this?” Zayn ran his fingers over Niall’s hickeys, tracing them with his thumbs. Niall didn’t answer the question, instead turning his head over to Louis’ empty bed. While not knowing prior Louis and Niall were roommates, Zayn could tell it was him with all of the photos on the wall.
“Guess I’ll just add more,” Zayn's aggression faded away and he shrugged. Niall smirked and flipped their position, him laying on his back and Zayn now on top of him.
Zayn moved his head to kiss Niall’s neck, licking it here and there. Niall bit back any noise out of fear of their neighbors hearing. They probably hear Louis and his nightly makeout sessions, but it would be embarrassing if they heard him getting fucked. Zayn progressed down to Niall’s chest, connecting his lips with Niall’s nipple.
It was a weird sensation that Niall hadn’t felt before, but it sure as hell did feel good. Zayn bit down on his nipple, enjoying Niall squirm under him. He smirked into doing this, sucking roughly on Niall’s chest. The blonde let out a soft moan, making Zayn even harder in his jeans.
His mouth parted from Niall’s chest, moving onto the parts of his torso that weren’t covered in Louis’ hickeys. As Niall felt Zayn biting down, he couldn’t help but moan again. No matter what, he knew he couldn’t get tired of the feeling. Then, Zayn moved down to Niall’s pants, tugging them down. Niall let him do this, because he knew he would return the favor.
“You’re so pretty,” Zayn said once he got Niall’s pants off. He lined his fingers up with the hem of Niall’s boxers before looking up at him, signaling for permission. Niall nodded, and Zayn pulled them down, smirking at seeing Niall’s length.
“Can I do it now?” Niall asked, “Take off your pants, I mean.” Consent was always important in situations like this. Niall smiled, realizing that he had just lost his hole virginity the day before, and now he was able to do it again.
“Of course,” Zayn said. Niall smiled, giving him a passionate kiss before tugging down Zayn’s jeans. Shortly after, he pulled down his boxers, his eyes widening at the sight. He was getting a little scared now. It was a lot thicker than Harry’s, and that was making him a lot more nervous.
“Don’t worry, I have lube.” That made Niall relieved. He couldn’t go through using spit as a lubricant again. As Zayn dug through his jeans, which were now at the end of the bed, Niall slipped out of his fully. He was worried though. Harry had came in him the night before, and he was scared Zayn would feel it. He knew that he would end up blaming it on Louis once again. Louis always seemed to be at the scene of the crime.
Niall watched as Zayn squirted the lube on his hand, wrapping his hand around his dick shortly after. Niall laid there, resting his hands in his sore chest. Zayn seemed to really like sucking on his nipples. Oddly enough, Niall would definitely let him do it again. It was strangely a nice feeling, and it did get him hard.
“Can I finger you?” Zayn asked bluntly. The other smiled and mouthed a yes. Zayn smiled and grabbed the lube again with his non-wet hand and squirted the bottle onto Niall’s hole. He liked how he shaved. Obviously it wasn’t meant for him, he assumed Louis, but it was hot regardless.
Zayn lowered his hand down, not breaking eye contact with Niall and pushing his fingers into him. Niall moaned, arching his back and groaning. Zayn felt a warming liquid run down his fingers, but he decided not to question. What Niall did yesterday wasn’t any of business. He did wonder who it was, though. He assumed Luke. Luke always liked the newcomers. Zayn shifted his fingers around, trying to find Niall’s g-spot. He knew he did once Niall let out another moan.
“Does it feel good?” Zayn questioned, receiving just a nod from Niall, “Use your words, Ni.” Niall was flushed, barely able to talk, but he did it for Zayn.
“It feels so good…” Niall whispered. Zayn continued pumping his fingers, similarly to what he did to Louis. He did the same scissor motion to stretch Niall’s hole out. Niall removed his hands from his chests and put them on Zayn’s shoulder, pushing him down eagerly, wanting more of the amazing feeling running up his back. Zayn compiled, pushing his fingers in knuckle deep.
“Are you ready now, babe?” Zayn was still moving his fingers in and out, hitting the sweet spot everytime. It may sound weird, but Zayn liked the feeling of the cum in his tunnel. If only he knew who it was from.
“Never been more ready,” Niall whimpered, feeling Zayn’s fingers exit his body, but he knew what was coming next would be much better. Zayn grabbed the base of his dick, lining the head up with Niall’s stretched hole. He put his hands on Niall’s waist, slowly and steadily pushing himself in.
The warm liquid inside Niall engulfed around Zayn’s dick, making him moan at the sudden heat. Niall knew that Zayn felt it, but he didn’t care, he was more focused on what was happening in the moment. Zayn moved himself around in Niall’s shaft before pulling himself out.
He looked down, noticing the cum on it. Suspiciously, he glared up at Niall. In a way, he was asking him who it was. Not that Zayn was jealous, it was actually quite hot, but he was curious. It didn’t even cross his mind who Niall was with that night prior.
“L-Louis…” Niall was stuttering more out of desperation than fear. He was feeling empty without Zayn, and he didn’t want to keep waiting. That was when Niall decided to take control. He pulled Zayn into a kiss through his hair, ignoring the grimace on Zayn’s face once he felt the pain on his scalp. Niall didn’t even let Zayn get a breath in before putting his tongue in his mouth. Their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths, and the two were both a moaning mess. Zayn’s length was rubbing itself on Niall’s legs, and at this rate, Zayn thought he could cum at any minute. Wasn’t like he didn’t already has cum on him.
Niall smirked into their kiss. For once, he was not the desperate one. He felt like he was in more control than Zayn was. It was a powerful feeling, and Niall didn’t want to come down from this high. Their lips parted, and somehow, using all his strength, Niall was able to flip Zayn onto his back, making him on top.
With no hesitation, Niall put his hand around Zayn’s length and pushed it inside him, all with a smirk on his face. Zayn didn’t know why, but he kind of liked being dominated by someone like Niall. Someone with a soft and innocent exterior, but fierce interior. Zayn laid there motionless, letting Niall ride him for a few moments.
Zayn put his hands back on Niall’s waist, syncing their movements together. Niall scoffed and stopped riding, leaving Zayn to do all the work. The raven haired boy shifted his eyes to make contact with Niall.
“Don’t complain,” Niall grunted, holding back a moan from still being fucked by Zayn, “Be a man. Do the work.” Zayn frowned. Somehow, Niall had become a brat within just a few minutes. Eh, Zayn didn’t mind. He liked being bossed around. That’s how he got off.
Nails dug into Niall’s skin as Zayn continued to pound in and out of him. He was becoming hungry for more pleasure, wrapping his hand around himself. His movements lined up with each time Zayn hit his g-spot.
“Keep doing that,” Zayn moaned, feeling his dick slowly starting to swell up. His stare never left the sight of Niall riding him while jerking himself off, only getting him more riled up.
Niall felt Zayn hit his spot only a few more times until he came onto his palm. Deciding to be bold, Zayn grabbed Niall’s wrist, pulling his hand up to his mouth. He liked the white liquid off of Niall’s hands, his tongue rolling around Niall’s fingers. While doing this, he still maintained the motion in his hips. He still wanted to cum, and he knew that Niall would keep letting him go at it.
Only a few seconds would pass before Zayn would fill the other with his seed. Niall tugged his hand away from Zayn’s mouth and pulled himself off of him. He was exhausted, and Zayn was too. Even though he was tired, Zayn still had to take his post-sex smoke.
Niall laid there motionless, fighting the urge to fall asleep in case Louis came home.
“You need help?” Zayn asked, laying up and sliding his boxers back on. Niall didn’t answer with words, instead letting out a small grunt. Zayn picked up Niall’s boxers that were halfway off the bed and slid them up his pale legs. To top it all off, he planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
Zayn got off the bed and put his jeans back on. He wasn’t super concerned about his shirt that happened to be lost in Niall’s comforter. A spare shirt was always in his car for things like this. Well, it was for instances with him and Harry, but it came in handy now.
“I’ll see you around, Ni,” Zayn said. He wasn’t going to smoke in their room, it was disrespectful, and that was the last thing Zayn was. He slid his converse on and opened the door to leave.
“You too, Z,” Niall mumbled, adjusting his position in bed to be more comfortable. Zayn felt a familiar feeling in the pit in his stomach, one that he only thought that Harry could give him. It was crazy. He barely knew Niall, and they had already slept together. It was going too fast, and the last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up just for him to date Louis or anyone else.
Speaking of Louis, that was exactly who Zayn ran into walking out of their dorm. His hair looked a mess, and he reeked of the smell of sweat. Zayn was surprised. He guessed Louis and Niall had some sort of open relationship, similar to him and Harry, except Harry didn’t sleep with other people. At least to his knowledge.
“Oh-, hey Zayn,” Louis said, obviously taken aback. Niall never did tell him about what Zayn had texted him. Louis didn’t know if he should be jealous or happy that Niall got the chance to experience Zayn. Louis had finally gotten the Harry treatment just an hour ago. Now the only thing left was for Louis to fully have the Niall privilege.
“Looks like you had a fun night,” He joked. Louis scrunched his face in annoyance, looking Zayn up and down. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, but he had more decorum last night to put his shirt back on.
“Evidently, you did too,” Louis gave him a death glare before going inside his dorm. The only thing Zayn could do was laugh and wonder who Louis was seeing when Niall wasn’t around.