drabbles/ficlets.

[unevenfootsteps]

seeing as i'm always up for writing and addicted to these five boys, i thought, why not?

leave me a pairing, prompt, and i'll write you a little ficlet/drabble!

ps i just want to really say a massive thank you for all of you commenting on my things, posted to the public or just here for fun. also, i want to say thank you for watching/joining

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[unevenfootsteps]

i know you know.

Niall is rigid muscle, lean arms, toned muscles. He's tempting to Zayn, and Zayn knows when to take a step back. Zayn has never been good at saying no, but he’s been good at keeping his body away for as long as he can.

It’s beginning to falter, though. He can feel it in the way when Niall gives Zayn a smile; cheeks flushed bright red on the cheekbone, slightly out of breath. Usually there’s a subtle burn that curls in Zayn’s stomach, wound so tight that he’s about to break and snap.

He asks Niall to stay back one day. He doesn’t have a reason why, but Niall seems fine by it. He’s easy going and loose smiles. His legs are wound tight still from the match, Zayn can tell. He keeps moving his arms around, jumping from one foot to the other. He’s restless.

Zayn and Niall kiss behind the lockers. It’s gentle at first, testing waters. Niall’s hands are sure as they rest on Zayn’s hips, a half tilted smirk on his smug face.

“Always knew you liked me, yeah?” Niall’s voice is heavy and harsh, true Irish. Zayn only snorts, eyes fluttering shut when he leans down again. Niall smells like the rain and wet grass and something that is completely Niall. It makes Zayn kiss him harder.

Their lips are red and swollen when they leave the locker room. Zayn salutes Niall, smiling with his eyes glittering like fresh honey. Niall’s eyes are muted, dark blue, and he waves lazily back. Niall is always easy and Zayn likes easy.