Third Person's POV

Due to a traumatic relationship in his life, one that ended disastrously, Zayn vowed to never commit to anyone to the point where something more was on the verge of blooming.

He allowed himself a fun time, but nothing too extreme. His item of interest was someone with the same intention, a moment of ecstasy.

When he first saw him, he piqued his attention. Dirty blond hair, wild eyes with a shocking blue hue to them, and a seemingly bombastic personality. He wasn't what Zayn would usually go for. Despite his intentions, he always played it safe, went for people who wouldn't give a shit about him afterwards, wouldn't bother to remember his name.

With the flashing lights around him, music pounding into his ears, and the surge of confidence he suddenly felt, thanks to the few pints he had, he approached the yet to be known boy.

"Mind if I show you a good time on the dance floor?" Zayn whispered huskily in the boy's neck.

Hazy blue met wicked golden, and then they were amidst sweaty bodies and half naked couples.

You're my, you're my canvas

Lying naked

"What's your name gorgeous?"

"Niall." He purred in response.

"I'm Zayn." Zayn growled as he sensually grinded on Niall's hardening front.

When you feel me in between your legs

I'm pulling on your hair

I'll back up all the things I said

That I whispered in your ear

All on your body with my lips baby

And every bit of me

Will satisfy that's what you've been craving

Fulfill our fantasies

Zayn pulled Niall's body flush against his, all forbearance gone. The feral feeling pulsing through him was something ethereal, he's never felt like this before.

When I get you alone

Maybe I can't wait till I get you alone

Zayn marveled at Niall's touch, vaguely wondering why he's never felt like this before, not even with... him. He blamed it on the alcohol, though he knew it was due to something else, something that seemed so foreign to him now.

This is danger

This is crazy

You're the inspiration for this piece I'm painting

And I should know you like this baby

You're my best kept secret

My addiction, save me

Niall swiftly turned around in Zayn's embrace, skillfully pressing his back to Zayn's achingly hard front, then oh so slowly, started moving up and down, and Zayn knew he was gone.

Cause baby we be fucking on the bed

I'm pulling on your hair

I'll back up all the things I said

That I whispered in your ear

All on your body with my lips, baby

And every bit of me

Will satisfy that's what you've been craving

Fulfill our fantasies

A kiss is what sparked it all.

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Zayn couldn't seem to forget about the blond who elicited feelings he didn't know he still possessed.

And for the first time ever, Zayn regretted not stopping for once in his life.

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Something flutters in Zayn's heart once he sees Niall again.

"Hi." The sight that greets him is one he would've never expected out of the supposedly forthcoming blond; a faint blush streaked Niall's formerly pallid cheeks once his gaze met Zayn's.

"H-hello."

They talk for a while, and it's all cheekiness from Zayn's side and more blushing from Niall's.

Zayn found himself loving how, with just a simple remark, he made Niall a blushing, stuttering mess.

Inveterately, Zayn continued to leave again, but Niall asked for his number and left him with a gentle kiss on his cheek that had Zayn's mind whirling and his heartbeat speeding up a notch, just a bit.

Zayn instinctively found himself nodding his head yes once Niall asked him to be his boyfriend.

The reality of what happened dawned on him late at night, in Niall's bed, with a head of blond resting on his shoulder, that unconsciously, Niall made him stop.

He couldn't be happier.

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