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Chapter 13 - Superman 

"I have panic attacks sometimes," Niall admitted lowly, shamefully.

"Panic attacks?"

"Yeah,.. it started when I left Ireland. But it stopped when I was in college," Niall replied "It was usually triggered by things that involves m-my,....my parents,"

"I'm sorry," Zayn breathed out, kissing his temple "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you,"

"S'not your fault, I was the one that left you,"

"And I'm here now,.. not planning to leave you nor let you leave me again," Zayn spoke confidently.

"Sounds really annoying," Niall chuckled, causing Zayn to join as well "But I like the sound of that. And I had a really great day today," 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah,...minus the locked on the rooftop and the asthma attack. Other than that, I had a perfect day," Niall confessed, causing Zayn to blush. Luckily, it was too dark for Niall to see the pink tint on Zayn's cheek.

"It's fucking cold," Zayn spoke after a few minutes of silence. "God, I hope someone, anyone will find us soon,"

As if Zayn's prayer were heard and answered, the steel door of the rooftop rattled, like someone was trying to yank it open.

"I-Is that?" Niall asked. To answer Niall's unfinished yet predictable question, a familiar big round man burst through the door.

"Paul!" Niall and Zayn cheered in unison.

"The one and only," The older man smirked. 

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 It was like staring at an angel. 

Well, an asthmatic angel with an nebulizer CPAP oxygen therapy mask that is. Zayn sat beside Niall whose laying on the small ER corner bed wearing an oxygen mask. His eye lids were closed, hiding those two beautiful irises that haunts him every single day, his skin was paler than normal but his cheeks were tinted with a pink blush and his chest were rising and falling slowly. Zayn was mad at himself; he could've killed Niall for being careless about the rooftop door. God, what would've happen if Paul didn't find them? Zayn thought to himself, Why was I so careless? Taking Niall's cold right hand in his, Zayn rubbed soothing circles on Niall's knuckles, trying to suppress the anger rising in his chest. Zayn was a man with discipline, and a man that go through the details of a plan thoroughly; in other words, he's a perfectionist. So, when accidents like this happens, just like when he lost a huge deal with another company, Zayn tends to beat himself up. And right now, beating himself up in a literal way sounds like a good idea.  

He was also worried about building a relationship with Niall based on a lie. He can't afford to expose his real identities to Niall just yet. He can't risk it because The big CEO of Malik Straits Anchor Line  Co. has a few enemies that are physically dangerous. Most of them were drug dealers, human traffickers, and smugglers of contraband weapons and ammunition and even pirates. They want Zayn's company to be under their influence so that their 'business' could expand on a wider scale. Exposing himself to Niall would be exposing Niall to all the dangers and threats he occasionally receives. After what happened tonight, Zayn knows that he needs Niall in his life, but he also has to face the fact that he could never have him completely. He was torn between letting go and holding onto him forever. Niall couldn't possibly be wanting to live a life that consists of constant hiding and facing threats. 

But Niall has already rejected him right? 

"I can practically smell your brain cooking like a bacon from here Zaynie," Niall's raspy and barely audible voice hindered behind sound of the CPAP nebulizer oxygen machine disturbed Zayn's train of thoughts. "What is in that head of yours?"

"Hey babe," Zayn cooed softly, cringing internally for letting the the term of endearment slipped his mouth. "How are you feeling?" 

"Better," He smiled weakly, making his blue eyes squint slightly and he squeezes his hand that Zayn was still holding. "Are you okay?" 

"Niall, I'm not the one who had a asthma attack on a rooftop-" 

"No,," He cuts him off, something that Zayn was not really fond of -people cutting him off mid-sentence "You look worried before,..is something troubling you?" 

"I'm fine," Zayn replied lowly "Just worried about you. I'm really sorry Nialler, I didn't expect for the door-" 

"It's fine Zaynie-" 

"Would you stop interrupting me?!" Zayn snapped, eye wide with fury  but when he saw the shocked and sad expression on Niall's face, it immediately removes the anger from his body. "Shit Niall, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to snap at you. I was - It's just that I hate it when people cut me off like that," 

"Sorry," Niall mumbled. "M'sorry," 

"No need to apologize Niall," Zayn sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand "I was being a dick,..and it's my fault that you're here. I'm so sorry Niall, I should've been more careful, I-I didn't know that you had asthma and I really should have make sure that the door wasn't locked, I should've- God, I'm so, so sorry," 

Niall wanted to cut him off, again, but decided against it, and waited patiently for Zayn to finish his small rant. He sighed and smiled widely at his childhood best friend. 

"I had the most amazing time though," Niall said, "The best date I ever had , and trust me, I had been through quite some interesting dates,"

"It was a date? What we had was a date?" Zayn asked, a small smile playing on his plump lip. 

"I- It was- But,....I guess," Niall cringed, blushing harder than he already was. He didn't mean to use that word because what else could he use to describe the fine afternoon that they had? An outing? A day out?  

"It was the best date I've ever had too," Zayn said bashfully. 

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Thirty minutes later, they finally discharged Niall, giving him two additional inhalers even when he said that he already got  a few stocked at his apartment, courtesy of his brother Louis. Zayn too, had ordered him to take those inhalers and made him promise that he'll keep one with him all the time. They walked out of the emergency room hand-in-hand, making Niall blush, again, when people looked at them. They walked in silence towards Zayn's car, with Zayn firmly gripping Niall's hand despite the slight sweat forming between their palms. He even opened the car door for Niall, making him believe that Zayn is one hell of a gentleman. 

Niall searched for his phone but then remembered that he left it in his own car. He heard Zayn closed the door of the car on the driver's side, and proceeded to start the engine. Niall began panicking internally, thinking how mad and Louis is right now. He's probably assembling a search team for me right now, Niall thought. He can't go home tonight, he's to tired to deal with a mad and worried Louis. He loves him to no end, but sometimes, Louis can be a little bit too much. He's going to need a long apology prepared tomorrow for that high-class of a lawyer. 

"Do you want me to send you back home?" Zayn asked, making Niall turn his head to face the source of the beautiful sultry voice. 

"I-I,..." Niall stuttered, contemplating on his wish. Will it bee too much? Am I crossing some sort of line? Niall debated but ended with, Oh what the hell! "Can I stay at yours for the night?"   

He could visibly see the sudden change in Zayn's facial expression, but it was rather hard to read. Was he shocked? Happy? Excited? Worried? 

"Uh, yeah- Sure," Zayn replied, shifting the gear clumsily. 

It took nearly forty five minutes to reach Zayn's house, or apartment to exact, which is located on the outskirts of town, beside the sea. It was surprisingly near the Malik's shipping deck too. In the fifteen floors apartment building, Zayn's apartment is located on the seventh floor. This apartment is Zayn's first apartment, before he bought the one in the city. It's much smaller but furnished with modern and dark furniture and drapes. Sophisticated and dark, Niall commented internally when he entered the apartment, just like Zaynie.  

"So,....this is my apartment," Zayn smiled, cringing at his own lie. Well, not exactly a lie, but not exactly the truth either. 

"I've seen bigger," Niall nodded around the apartment smugly "You should see my boss', I mean our boss' apartment, it's huge," 

"Mr. Malik's apartment?" Zayn questioned, stifling a laugh. He's talking about his own apartment. 

"Yeah, I go there to clean it sometimes, though I don't know why I even bother. I'm sure he gets house cleaners to clean the place up. He's very snobbish and quite the show-off," Niall criticizes his own boss, shrugging off his coat. "Rich peoples," 

With a huge smile on his face, Zayn moved forward and took the coat from Niall before asking "What makes you say that? Is he that bad?" 

"To be honest? I really thought he was a nice private man, but turns out,...he's quite the jerk," Niall replied nonchalantly "He's just one big snobbish man with lots of money and thinks he can play with people feelings," 

That comment did stung Zayn like an arrow piercing through his heart. 

"Uhh okay," was all Zayn managed to reply. He deserved that comment though, after the stunt he tried to pull on their first date. "We should go to bed,"

"Yeah,...gotta work tomorrow," Niall yawned.

"You're not going to work tomorrow," Zayn opposed, more like ordered him.  

"And why is that?" Niall retorted.  

"You just had an asthma attack Niall. Just call in sick for tomorrow,...or I could do that for you," Zayn sighed at Niall's defiance.  

"I had an asthma attack today,...I have to work tomorrow. Totally different day. Why should I call in sick tomorrow?" Niall replied sassily, something he had learned from Louis.  

"You're still not going to work tomorrow," Zayn's blood is boiling at this point. Why can't Niall listen to him for once? Why does he has to be such a rebel? He's just trying to help him here! What if Niall

"I said, no," Niall folded his arms in front of his chest. "You're not my boss, even though I hate to admit it, Mr. Malik is my boss,"  

That makes ME your BOSS then! Zayn wanted to yell, but put a great restrain from doing it.  "Damn it Niall! Would you just for once listen to me!" Zayn burst without meaning too. It was maybe the aftermath of what happened today; Zayn build a habit of snapping at Niall's carelessness and his ignorance on taking care of himself. The sight of Niall wheezing and gasping for air was tattooed in his head forever; he didn't history to repeat itself. Niall flinched at his Zayn's tone -this was the second time Zayn yells at him, and he absolutely hates it.  

Letting out deep and ragged breath, Zayn slowly reached out for the scared blonde boy. When Zayn's hands touched Niall's shoulder, the blonde boy wanted to pull away but he didn't. He stayed frozen in his spot, until he felt warm arms wrapping around his shoulder, bringing him forward. When his body collided with Zayn's Niall voluntarily buried his face in Zayn's hard chest and wrapped his arm around Zayn's middle torso. 

"God, I'm such a horrible person," Zayn sighed, kissing the top of Niall's head. "I'm really sorry....again," 

"Does that mean I can go to work tomorrow?" Niall asked, his voice muffled in Zayn's chest. 

"Absolutely no," Zayn chuckled "Please Niall? For me? I'll get Paul to send your car back to your apartment?" 

"For you," Niall replied, giving up. He really didn't want to get into another fight with Zayn and perhaps a day off would be good for his lungs. 

"Let's go to bed then," 

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"Come on Niall,...you don't have to be shy with me," Zayn smirked "It's not like we haven't done this before," 

"That's different! Y-You've changed!" Niall tried not to stare at Zayn standing in nothing apart from a pair of plaid boxers, but it was awfully difficult. Puberty, maturity and arts really did good on Zayn because his body is perfectly sculpted now, not buff, but sculpted and beautified by the random tattoos on his arms and chest. Oh how Niall wish he could run his hands on Zayn's body, touching, savoring and feeling him. Why can puberty gave him that kind of remodelling? "You're fucking beautiful!" 

"I'm fucking beautiful huh?" Zayn repeated, wiggling his eyebrow. Niall wanted to slap himself, but then he said to him why bother lying? But Zayn was kind enough not to humiliate him futher "Come on Niall, let's just sleep yeah?"   

"I'll take the couch outside," 

"It's cold there," Zayn pointed out. 

"Crank up the heater then," Niall logically replied. 

"Niall,...please?" Zayn pleaded, walking towards the insecure blonde boy. "We used to have sleepovers all the time,...nothings changed. I'm still me, and you're still you,"  

"That's the problem Zayn," Niall groaned "I'm still me,"

"What wrong with being you?"  Zayn asked, which meant to be a rhetorical question walking closer to Niall until they're face-to-face. Slowly, he puts his hands on the hem of Niall's white t-shirt that he's wearing underneath all his previous work suit and pulled it up. Niall, too caught up at the close proximity of him and Zayn, numbly lifted his arms to the air, enabling Zayn to successfully remove the t-shirt.  

"There," Zayn breathed out, taken aback by the sight in front of him. Delicious and beautiful.  

The urge, the need, the tension, the want and the need between the two individuals were to thick to ignore. Zayn was the first to make contact; he placed his hand on Niall's hip and then proceeded to the button on the waistband of his pants. Popping the buttons open, Zayn slowly unzip the zipper, making Niall gasp slightly but made no effort to move away. Swiftly, Zayn pulled the pants down and Niall stepped out of it, while holding onto Zayn's biceps.  

Zayn next move really caught Niall off guard and threw him off the cliff; he pulled their hips together, sensually rubbing their clothed crotches , and smashed their lips together, hard. It took Niall thirty second to reciprocate Zayn's kiss because it was filled with hunger and want. Teethes, tongues and lips molded messily as Niall moved his hand to the side of Zayn's face and Zayn's hands were furiously kneading Niall's soft butt-cheeks. The were getting harder and harder by the second, and Niall wanted to cry at how great this feels. But he didn't want this, this is now how it's suppose to happen, nothing can change between him and Zaynie. Forcing himself to push the pleasure away, he mustered up all his strength and pulled away from the kiss. 

"Wh-Why? W-What's wrong?" Zayn asked breathlessly, his lips red, swollen and shining with saliva. 

"T-This,...I can't. W-We need to stop..," Niall mumbled out also breathless. 

"Y-You don't want this?" Zayn asked, not bothering to specify which thing was he's referring to; the snogging session or building a relationship. Niall didn't answer verbally, but he just shook his head timidly. 

"Want to sleep," he mumbled out. 

Despite the pleasurable yet awkward-ending kiss, they still slept in each other's arms with Niall being the small spoon. Zayn breath softly into Niall's blonde hair, and Niall firmly held onto Zayn's arm that were wrapped around his torso.  

They both admit internally that this was the best sleep they had in the past years.  

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I personally loved that kiss. Unexpected and steamy. LOL What do you guys think? 

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