One Direction Bromance One Shots

Nialls POV

I sighed heavily, picking up the last of my dirty clothes form up off my bedroom floor as I continued to clean my room, and set them in my overflowing dirty clothes basket. A loud knock echoed throughout my room from downstairs as I scurried to get down the stairs and to the front door.
"One second." I stumbled over my feet as I reached for the brass door knob, twisting it and pulling it open with nervousness only to reveal an annoyed looking Zayn. His raven black hair was styled up in its usual quiff as he sported a plain black v-neck t-shirt, a pair of tight black skinnes hanging low on his hips. Zayns eyes gazed at me expectantly, his lips twisting up into a slight smirk as he continued to watch me check him out.
"Are you gonna let me in or not?"
A wild blush scorched my cheeks as I scrambled out of the way and motioned for him to enter, my eyes following his figure as he stuffed his hands into his back pockets and proceeded into the living room.
"Um," I coughed awkwardly as he approached the hallway to the kitchen, his eyes scanning over all the family photos that hung on the walls collecting dust.
"Man.. It's been so long.." Zayn whispered quietly, his eyes softening and never once tearing his gaze from the old picture of me and him that hung in a small black frame next to the one of me at my eighth grade graduation. Zayn and I used to be best friends, he was like part of the family almost, but in freshman year something changed. He began smoking, he stopped talking to me and he became reserved. He's ignored me ever since and it kills me everyday to see him and never know what I did wrong.
"I-I know.." I sighed, scratching the back of my neck as I silently shifted my weight from one foot to the other. "Uh, we need- we should probably get started on our health project."
Zayn nodded his head, reluctantly tearing his gaze from off the photo before following me up stairs and to my some what clean bedroom.
"Damn, if one thing hasn't changed it's that you still never clean your room." Zayn chuckled, plopping down on my bed as I shut the door behind me.
"Oh shut up, I tried." I smiled wide at his comment, the nervous butterflies in my stomach calming slightly. I shuffled over to my desk and opened the top drawer, grabbing a couple sheets of paper and two sharpened pencils.
"Alright, let's get started!" Zayn clapped his hands together, kicking off his shoes as he made himself comfortable and scooted back along my bed, resting his back against the wall. I sat on the far end corned of my bed and passed Zayn a piece of paper and a pencil, not wanting to invade his privacy.
"Oh come on, I don't bite." Zayn grinned, patting the spot beside him.
I bit my lip nervously and silently crawled over to his side, making sure to leave a great distance between the two of us as we both barely took up half of my king sized mattress.
Zayn clicked his tongue and tsked. "We used to be best friends, I'm not gonna hurt you." He then wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest, chuckling as my face grew warm with a blush. Our thighs where now touching and he made no move to let me go as I fought to get comfortable. After a while of fighting against his hold, I finally gave up, allowing my body to melt into his embrace as I cuddled further into his chest.
"Better start our work, yeah?" Zayns heavy Bradford accent filled my ears as he chuckled at my position, his arm sliding off my shoulders only to hook around my neck so he could bring his arm down to begin writing.
"Y-yeah." I bit my lip as I fought to hold back my inner fangirling due to Zayns arm being so carelessly flung around me. Not gonna lie, I've always had a little crush on him, but he's just so perfect... and I'm.. me.
I quickly shook the thoughts from my head and placed the point of my pencil against the blank piece of paper.
"So, what should we write?" Zayn peered down at me as he awaited my answer. "We're supposed to write about the importance's and reasons to not have sex and get pregnant at a young age, right?"
"Yeah.." I nodded my head and bit my bottom lip, catching Zayns dark brown gaze with my blue one.
"Well...?" Zayn shifted his body so that he was even closer to me then before, If that was even possible, and brought his face closer to mine. "What should we write down?"
I gulped and looked around nervously. "I-I don't Know.." My heart hammered inside my chest as I fought to keep myself under control.
"To be honest, I think this is just a bunch of rubbish. I mean, what does it matter to a couple of gay guys about having sex and getting a girl pregnant anyways?" Zayn huffed and tilted his head back to peer up at the ceiling, leaving me reeling and stunned by his words.
Zayn...gay?
"Guys can't even get pregnant anyways." Zayn continued to ramble on and on as my cheeks grew warmer and warmer. The fact that Zayn had just basically come out, in a way, and told me that he was gay made my heart flutter and stomach do flips.
"Do you get what I'm saying?" Zayn turned to face me once again as he finally came to an end on his long rant.
"Erm, y-yeah..." My cheeks flared a crimson red as Zayn gazed at me worriedly.
"Are you alright, Ni?" Zayn placed the back of his hand against my cheek, then moved it up to feel my forehead. " You feel a little warm."
I gulped and whispered a quiet "I'm fine" before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.
C'mon, toughen up. I smiled lightly to myself as I opened my eyes and peered up at Zayn.
"Hey, do you remember that one time when we were young and I fell and sprained my ankle?" I questioned, the memory crossing my mind randomly.
"Of course." A massive grin crept across both our faces as we recalled the event. "How could I forget? I ended up carrying you home on my back as you cried into my neck like the little baby you are." Zayn teased, tapping my nose with his finger as he smiled widly. In a split second, all traces of Zayns teasing side were lost as his eyebrows furrowed at the topof his forehead, a curious look covering his face.
"Hey Ni, can I try something?" Zayn asked, his voice soft and quiet. I watched as Zayns teeth grazed his bottom lip, his words hesitant as he spoke.
"Of course." I smiled, beaming up at the darker skinned boy with curious eyes. Before my mind could process what was happening, Zayn had crashed his lips against mine. I blinked rapidly as I sat, frozen and confused.
Snap out of it Niall, Zayns kissing you, get your shit together!
Without any further hesitation, I quickly shut my eyes, bring my hands up to tangle my fingers in Zayns hair as I began to kiss back, my stomach exploding with butterfly's. But all to soon Zayn had pulled away, his golden brown eyes filled with an emotion that I was unable to decipher as he rested his forehead against mine.
"Hey, Nialler?"
A shiver ran up my spine and a wide grin covered my face at the way my old nickname rolled off his lips.
"Yeah, Malik?" I spoke, trying hard to bite back the happy laughter that threatened to escape my mouth.
"I've always wanted to do that.." Zayns face flushed a crimson red as I giggled happily, pecking him on the lips once more before pulling away and resting my head against his chest, my arms wrapped around his torso.
"I Missed you, Zee.." I sighed, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
"I Missed you too, Ni."
I guess its safe to say that we're not gonna get anything done tonight, so I might as well just enjoy what time I have with Zayn now before he has to leave.
"Hey, Niall. Can I ask you one more thing?"
I quickly nodded my head and peered up at his nervous expression.
"Well... I just wanted to know if.. you'd like to go out on a date with me tomorrow night.."
I watched as Zayn Nervously began to scratch the back of his neck, his brow creasing as he awaited anxiously for my reply. I smiled widely and cuddled into his embrace further.

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