Three - Zayn's list.

         Niall looked down at the school's bad boy crying his heart out into his knees and he didn't know what to say or even do. What had triggered him to react in such depressing way, anyways? Apparently, the raven haired senior haven't seen the blonde sat on the top of the old shelf, hiding away because he don't want to look at the wrinkly letters and music notes again. He knew the music teacher wouldn't mind, or wouldn't even know because he never really checks the attendance. He looked down at the crying lad and his mind was telling him to jump down and comfort the poor boy while the other part of him was telling him to mind his own business up on the shelf. Still, he chose the first and climbed off the shelf. 

The sound of shoes hitting the ground caused Zayn to look up and his breath almost hitched when he saw a blonde looking down at him with the sweetest smile on his face and Zayn swore he nearly gushed. The older boy wiped his tear stained eyes with his blazer sleeve and stared at the blonde as if he was waiting for an answer to emerge. It was then he realized that he haven't laid out any questions for the blonde to answer. "Who are you?" The British boy asked, voice a little wavy and drained from his crying section. "You wouldn't know me." The blonde shrugged and Zayn's heart skipped a beat at the Irish accent. Niall looked up and blue meets brown, both of them left thinking that the boy had such beautiful eyes about each other. And a beautiful voice. 

"No seriously, mate who the hell are you?" Zayn asked more seriously this time, he wanted to keep his crying a secret so it's only possible that he know who the guy in front of him was. Niall was still checking out the boy, only seeing him in hallways and seeing him close up does have a difference, because damn, this boy looks like a Greek god. Niall probably sounded gay but who as to complain when Zayn Malik is sitting in front of them looking like nothing but sex? "I'm Niall. Niall Horan." Niall muttered posh-ly and decided that it was only fair if he hold his hand out for the older man to shake since he seemed too relentless in wanting to know his name - it's annoying, honestly. Zayn let out a low laugh at the accent that the Irish one was obviously faking on and shook the younger's hand. "I'm Zayn -" 

"I know, everyone knows you're popular, remember?" Niall laughed and Zayn was quite bemused to find out that he was that popular but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel the least bit proud of it, too. "Oh well." He muttered, falling into a silence which consists of the blonde going through his phone and Zayn checking him out. The raven haired boy couldn't even register why he hadn't noticed somebody this fine before (and also how he could make this boy his target.) The blonde was nice looking, his nose was a slight bit cute and round, something that would be nice to do an Eskimo kiss. Zayn was positive that the blonde's skin was milky while and he's blonde too, Zayn always had a thing for blondes. 

"Why were you crying?" The blonde asked out of the blue and that brought the brown eyed lad out of his daydream. He shrugged and leaned back on the dusty sofa and rub his face with his hands for a few times. Niall smiled knowingly and laughed at how Zayn was groaning in distaste. It only made him more curious but he ignored his curiosity and just mumbled an "You don't wanna talk about it, I know" to Zayn and Zayn smiled at him gratefully. 

"You get me."

Zayn chuckled, but then his face turned straight as he stared at the lovely boy with his cheeks all pink and lips so kissable. God, Zayn wanted him. He wanna show him off, he was pretty sure that the blonde himself probably had people pining after him and he wanna show that he can fuck him first before anyone can. Zayn would be surprised if he don't have anyone actually wanting to get in the blonde's pants because the boy was so fucking lovable and fuck-able. So that's what lead for Zayn to finally decide that Niall would be another one of them, and that he would be practically begging Zayn to take him out on a date by the end of that day. It's not that difficult, Zayn thought with a small smirk and turned to the delicate blonde. 

"You're staring, Zayn." Niall stated and grinned teasingly at the older boy, slightly poking him on the arms and Zayn just smiled back at him, "I can't help it, love. You're beautiful." Niall blushed, even though he was pretty sure he was straight just a moment ago the eyes of the raven haired boy on him make his think otherwise. God, what was happening to him? "You're cute when you blush, Niall." Zayn scooted himself closer to the blonde, hands going around the blonde on the back rest of the sofa as he stared down at him. Why hasn't he noticed someone like Niall before? He really should start paying attention to his surroundings. 

"Oh stop it, Zayn." The blonde blushed again, waving his hands around as he muttered those words which caused him to slap Zayn across the face - accidentally - across the face and the other boy groaned, cupping his nose that Niall just unintentionally flicked. "Oh my god." Niall gasped, crawling towards the older boy to investigate on his nose, "Are you okay, I'm sorry I wasn't looking and - " There was a hand cupping Niall's mouth and the blonde's eyes widened at how close Zayn was to him.  Zayn's eyes traveled back to the blondes crouching position and he had to surpass a groan from the noticeable curve on the blonde's small bum. Bonus. His eyes traveled back to the bewildered blonde, "I'm fine." He muttered against his hands and the other boy could only nod, his blue eyes still wide from what was happening.  Zayn uncover his hands and started to lean in eyes moving from Niall's lips to his eyes, "I think I'll be better if I. . ." He smiled slyly as he inched closer, his lips mere inches away from Niall's. Niall panicked, pushing away the older boy and coughing awkwardly. 

Zayn was taken aback by what the blonde did but he smiled sheepishly and rub the nape of his neck, "I'll be better if you could uh. . . buy me ice cream?" Niall couldn't even control his own laughter at what the other boy said, clutching his stomach as he laughed, eyes crinkling. "Really? I thought you'd came up with something way better than that." Niall breathed out in between laughter and hiccups, face already red. Zayn chuckled because the younger's laugh was contagious, not failing to notice the small one sided dimple on his face as he stared up at Zayn. "Your face is already red, Niall stop laughing."  He blurted out and rolled his eyes with a smile when Niall just continued laughing and almost mocking at him. But he looked so adorable, so damn adorable and Zayn knew that Niall had to be another one on his dating lists. 

And everyone on his dating list, ends up being his own sooner or later.