Sorry this took so long, I was doing like 8237433 things at the same time. And I know I went a bit overboard… but it’s Ziall, so I have no regrets. Enjoy :)

Niall pushes open the bathroom door, wiping his still-damp hands on his trousers, as the hand dryers in the bathrooms of the night club don’t do their job as effectively as they should. The thump of the bass washes over him as he scans around the room in search of his boyfriend, Zayn. He was the one who had dragged Niall here tonight, along with his 3 bandmates.

Niall spots his 3 friends sitting on one of the red luxurious couches in along the wall of the club. He begins his way through the crowded room towards them, in order to inquire about the whereabouts of his boyfriend.

The blonde-haired boy is only a few steps from Liam, Harry and Louis when he sees a familiar black-haired figure in the corner of the club. Niall smiles to himself, and turns his body, ready to approach his boyfriend when a minor detail stops him in his tracks, forcing his jaw to drop open and all the wind to be knocked right out of his lungs. 

Zayn is not alone, but rather with a girl. A girl. They seemed cosy in the corner, Zayn’s hand on her waist as he throws his head back with laughter. Niall’s fury grows as he watches the girl bite her lip seductively, place her hand on Zayn’s chest, bat her eyelashes at him.

All of a sudden Niall’s legs are carrying him forward, powered by the alcohol he’d previously consumed, towards the whore and the backstabber. He is filled to the rim with hurt, anger… so many other emotions that he can not even pinpoint. He puts a hand on Zayn’s chest, pushing him back, breaking the contact between the dark haired lad and the girl, whose mouth flies open in shock. 

“Niall?” Zayn mumbles in shock and confusion, his green-brown eyes digging deep into the furious eyes of his boyfriends. 

“What the fuck?!” Niall shouts, giving Zayn another shove. The older boys staggers backwards, with wide eyes. Niall goes to shove him again but he raises his arms to create a barrier between Niall and himself.

“What’s gotten into you?!” Zayn shouts back, his eyebrows pulled together. He’s never seen the blonde boy like this, until now his and Niall’s relationship has had no hurdles, everyone thought they were perfect.

“You and her!” Niall spits, jerking his thumb back to indicate to the girl who stands behind him, watching this unfold. “I saw it! You’d fucking do that to me! RIght in front of my nose, too! With that slut!”

Zayn shakes his head, his eyes clouding with an emotion that Niall can’t  figure out. 

“She’s just a friend.” Zayn says slowly.

Niall’s anger comes back to him, like a wave passing through his body.

“A friend, huh? Try a whore! How long have you been cheating on me then?!” Niall yells, lunging forward again to shove - or punch, Zayn. He’s not sure what his emotions could push his limbs to do. He’s got no control.

But this time he is met with Zayn’s own hands against his chest. The surprise of the force knocks the breath from Niall’s lungs and he stumbles back as Zayn approaches, his emotions communicating rage that Niall has never has directed at him, before. 

“According to you I can’t have friends, huh?!” Zayn shouts in Niall’s face, quickly taking the dominant side to the argument. 

“You’re so fucking jealous of everybody I even look at! I can see you sulking when I have a conversation, I can feel how cold you get towards me when I hug a fan!” Zayn continues to scream, his bottled emotions pouring out. The words just keep coming.

“Never would I have thought you’d go so far as to approach me, accuse me of cheating on the man I fucking love, insult one of my best friends because you’re insecure, or you’ve got some problems! That’s fucking-“

Zayn’s rant is cut short by the short blonde boy lunging himself at Zayn, knocking him to the ground and landing on top of him. Niall doesn’t know what drove him to this, maybe he did it to shut the dark haired boy up, knowing fully well that Zayn was right. Maybe he did it because Zayn had mocked his insecurities. Maybe he did it because seeing this, angry side of his boyfriend turned him on, more than he ever thought it would. He puts a leg on either side of his boyfriend, trying to place his hands on the dark-haired boys shoulders to pin him to the ground.

Zayn writhes underneath Niall, the impact was enough to turn heads, people were now staring at the couple of boys on the floor, one struggling to get up, while the other struggles to hold him down.

“Fuck you!” Zayn spits up at Niall, his eyebrows furrowed together in anger and hatred, while Niall’s face is contorted with concentration as his battles with the flailing arms of his angry boyfriend.

Niall manages to grab both of Zayn’s hands in one of his, pinning them above his head. Zayn struggles to free himself but the younger boy leans forward, pressing himself against Zayn, while putting all of his weight on the hand which holds both of Zayns wrists against the floor. 

Zayn’s struggles come to an abrupt end when the boy feels something that wasn’t there moments ago. Something hard presses into Zayn’s abdomen, and as he looks up into Niall’s eyes in confusion once again, he sees they are clouded not with anger, but with lust. Niall’s erection grows noticeably between his and Zayn’s bodies.

“You’re hot when you’re angry.” Niall says huskily, staring into Zayn’s green-brown eyes that are now reflecting the same emotions as Niall, in front of the small audience that had been attracted by their fighting. Without hesitating, Niall drops lower onto Zayn, pressing his parted lips against Zayn’s roughly, knowing full well he is in control.

Send me a pairing and any storyline you wish for a small shot/fic. Although this one wasn’t very small.

February 06 2012 {♥ 15}