Third Person's POV

Niall's cheeks tinted a sweet rosy hue once Zayn snuggled up to him on the couch once the movie began playing.

He had the biggest crush on the black-haired boy, and he was almost sure that Zayn knew; which is why he loved teasing him like that, with the tiniest gestures ever.

"Niall can you play with my hair?" Zayn asked as he looked up at Niall with his pretty eyes widened just for a further deathly effect.

"Um... Yes, yeah." Niall stuttered out, his heart momentarily stopping at the way Zayn was looking at him.

Niall then raised his slightly shaking fingers and ran them through Zayn's silky soft hair.

Zayn smirked at Niall's demure-like behavior.

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The next day, the two lads decided that breakfast at a cozy café would be apt.

Niall offered to order their meals at the counter while Zayn found a somehow secluded table for the both of them.

"Hey there cutie." Niall looked up at the stranger who clearly lacked the knowledge of personal space, as they were almost chest to chest.

"Hello." Niall answered politely.

"May I have your number?" He asked cheekily, and wow, Niall thought, this guy was straightforward. But before Niall could answer, he felt the strong arms he fantasized about encircling him.

"Is there something wrong, babe?" Zayn demanded as he glowered at the now appalled stranger.

"He was asking for my number." The boy blurted, and Niall's mouth dropped.

Zayn turned to Niall questioningly.

"And why would my boyfriend do that?" Zayn inquired, stressing on the word boyfriend, shocking Niall in the process, and further dropping his jaw.

"I-I..." The now flustered boy suddenly couldn't articulate a coherent sentence.

"Piss off." Zayn snapped. The boy nodded quickly then turned on his heels hastily and fled the café.

"Since when am I your boyfriend?" Niall turned to Zayn amused.

"Hmm, maybe we'll just have to fix that." Zayn winked at the wide-eyed, profusely blushing blond.

Zayn then grabbed their order, took Niall's hand in his, and lead them to the table.

Niall's mind was reeling, and Zayn was basking under the glory of turning the boy into a flustered mess.

Teasing Niall about his not so little crush on him was about his favorite thing in the world.

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"C'mon Niall hurry up, Larry and Liam will have our asses if we're late." Zayn yelled from downstairs.

"Coming." He heard a muffled yell.

Zayn heard footsteps heavily trudging down the stairs, then a breathtaking Niall came into view.

Zayn ogled Niall from head to toe, leaving him with rosy cheeks and an awkward stance.

"What?"

"Nothing, you just look very nice."

"Really?"

"Yes, Ni."

"Th-Thanks. You look quite handsome as well."

"Why thank you my lady. Shall we?" Zayn held his hand out in a posh manner, trying hard to keep a straight face in the process.

"Zayn!" Niall protested, embarrassed.

"C'mon, let's go." Zayn chuckled.

"I hate you." Niall huffed.

"You and I know that's not true." Zayn winked, effectively ending their banter.

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"Zayn I have a crush on you." Niall blurted as they were both feasting on a divine breakfast graciously prepared by Zayn, then immediately clamped his hand over his mouth. Zayn thought Niall couldn't be more red-faced.

"I know." Zayn answered simply.

"You know?"

"I know."

"You don't mind?"

"No, it means I can do this now." Zayn gently grabbed Niall's face then latched their lips in a soft, promising kiss.

"I'll miss teasing you." Zayn confessed.

"You lil shit."

"You love me."

"Sure I do."

Then they were kissing again.

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