Vanilla Scented (One-Shot)

A/N: Calling all space rangers! This is my first One Direction slash one-shot attempt. This was a prompt from my lovely fanfiction sister Beka. I wrote this because I was procrastinating and was kind of stuck with what to do for Nebula. But I still hope you like it! It’s a little fluffy, and personally I don’t think it’s written that well…

Pairing: Ziall.

Summary: “Niall sighed, missing the soothing sound of Zayn’s voice. “I need you, Zaynie. Come home soon,” he whispered sadly and hung up.”

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          Niall was huddled in the corner of the sofa, a thick blanket wrapped around his thin body, his eyes trained on the television. The large, empty room was basked in blue light that projected from the 40 inch screen, giving off a lonely hue.

          He had come home to an empty house from a crappy day at work, being yelled at for something that he didn’t even do, then being stuck in a noisy traffic jam that shifted a metre every five minutes when he was coming home from work. He had come home in hopes of curling up with a large tub of vanilla ice cream and his boyfriend on the couch.

          But the freezer had been empty, and he had received a disappointing message saying “sorry babe gotta work late tonight. Will be home as soon as I can xx” from the one he had hoped to be curled up with.

          Niall exhaled loudly, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call Zayn.

          Zayn, the only person on earth that could make him feel better with nothing more than a smile; Zayn, the only person on earth that could make him feel safe with just a single hug; Zayn, the only person that Niall wished to be with now.

          Only to further disappoint himself, Zayn’s phone went straight to voicemail after three rings. “This is Zayn! Vas Happenin’? I’m busy right now, so leave a message and I’ll call you back! BEEP.”

          Niall sighed, missing the soothing sound of Zayn’s voice. “I need you, Zaynie. Come home soon,” he whispered sadly and hung up.

          Thunder rumbled in the sky, and raindrops started to pour from heaven. This morning, when he had dropped Zayn off at work, the sky had been a blue as light as Niall’s own eyes, and the sun was beaming down on them, just like Zayn’s smile. With Zayn, everything seemed so much brighter; and without him, even nature seemed to take a turn.

          The rumbling thunder was no help to Niall’s mood, and the pitter patter of the raindrops hitting the window pane didn’t soothe the ache in the blond boy’s heart and head. Niall couldn’t define precisely what he was feeling. But it wasn’t something Niall liked. It was impossible for the Irishman to put a finger on the feeling, but to his small body, it felt like a weight pressing down on it, forcing him to the ground, pulling his heart with it.

          He turned back to the muted television and continued to watch the figures move across the screen. A girl was crying. But why was she crying?

          Niall didn’t care. Without Zayn (or ice cream) by his side on such a gloomy, depressing day, Niall didn’t care for much.

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          Niall’s eyelids fluttered open as he heard the sound of keys slide into the lock. Zayn’s home – the thought only registered in Niall’s head after the door had been opened, and Zayn’s black hair was in view.

          The elder boy dropped his keys in the bowl on the cabinet by the door and was tackled to the floor by his blond boyfriend.

          “Hi to you too, Nialler,” Zayn laughed, propped up on one arm as the other wound around Niall’s waist.

          “I’ve missed you so, so, much, Zayn,” Niall mumbled into Zayn’s shirt, breathing in his boyfriend’s unique smell – a mixture of vanilla and… Zayn. “I missed you,” he murmured again, burying his head into the elders’ chest.

          Niall’s arms were firmly wrapped around Zayn’s waist, his hands grabbing onto fistfuls of the latter’s suit jacket. His headful of blond hair was buried into Zayn’s chest, ear pressed tightly against it, hearing the steady thud. Their legs were tangled in a mess, every available part of the two bodies pressed securely against each other.

          “I’ve missed you too, babe. I’m sorry I had to work late today… Styles was being a bitch again,” Zayn murmured into Niall’s hair, pulling them up from the awkward position they lay in on the floor by the door. “You know, I think our neighbours would prefer it if we closed the door,” the black haired boy chuckled as he closed and locked their door. “Niall, look at me. What’s wrong?” Zayn asked, his voice thick with concern. “Niall…”

          The blond boy kept his head down – buried in the crook of Zayn’s neck –, his arms still wrapped securely around his boyfriend’s waist like a vice.

          “Nialler, what’s wrong?” Zayn asked, pulling away from his boyfriend, holding him at arm’s length. The boy still had his head down, studying his shoes. Zayn placed two slender fingers under his boyfriend’s chin, tipping his head up, and blue eyes met hazel.

          “Nothing,” Niall whispered, shooting a glance at his boyfriend through his pale, blond eyelashes.

          “Niall…” Zayn hushed soothingly, taking Niall’s hand and leading him towards the sofa. He sat down in the same corner that Niall had preoccupied before, pulling the smaller boy into his lap, winding his arms around the blond’s thin waist.

          Niall adjusted himself in Zayn’s comforting arms, tucking his head beneath his boyfriend’s chin, his cheek resting in the hollow of Zayn’s collar bone. Zayn felt the Irishman relax in his arms, breathing slow, steady, warm breaths that seeped in through the fabric of his thin work-shirt.

          “Tell me what’s wrong, babe,” Zayn breathed onto Niall’s blond hair, one hand toying with the latter’s calloused fingers. “Please?”

          “I…” Niall began. “I missed you so much today…. I needed you. And you weren’t here.”

          “I… I’m sorry babe, if I had known I’d have come home much earlier,” Zayn whispered, shock evident in his voice. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, Nialler.”

          “I… I needed you, you know? That prick Harry Styles managed to blame one of his faults on me again,” Niall’s voice rose. “That stupid fucking prick! He told Liam that I had given out the details to the press already about the upcoming project. But I didn’t! I hadn’t, Zayn! I didn’t! I wasn’t even at work the day the press was at the company!” The blond said angrily. “What is his problem!? Why can’t he just leave me alone? I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” Niall yelled, thumping his fists on Zayn’s chest.

          But Zayn only held him closer.

          Tears began to cascade down Niall’s pale face, his lips quivering. The blond boy’s hands had once again curled into fists, clutching onto Zayn’s shirt. Hot tears began to leach through the fabric, and onto Zayn’s skin.

          The tears that touched Zayn’s skin felt like acid. Each drop that leaked out of Niall’s eyes and reached Zayn’s skin left a scar; each tear making his heart constrict a little tighter.

          But he knew that it was what Niall needed to do.

          “Cry it all out, Nialler,” Zayn whispered soothingly, rubbing small circles into his back. “It’s okay, babe.” He had to be strong for Niall right now; because he wasn’t there for his boyfriend – if he had been, then the tears could have been prevented. “I love you,” the Bradford boy murmured, pressing a kiss on the top of Niall’s head. “I love you so much.”

          Niall’s sobbing slowly stopped as he tilted his head up to look at his boyfriend.

          “I… I l-love you too,” Niall whispered between gasping for air, his eyes still filled with tears that were threatening to fall. “I love you so much, Zayn.”

          Zayn leaned down, his lips touching the blue eyed boy’s. The kiss was only for a brief moment, but to Niall, it felt like someone had shocked him with a Taser. Electricity zinged through the Irishman’s small frame; and it felt like his heart was pumping out hot tea. He could still taste Zayn’s lips on his own.

          “Feeling better?” Zayn asked with a small smile.

          Niall nodded, returning the smile. “Much. Thank you, Zayn. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he said, pulling his boyfriend up to his feet, wrapping his arms around the Bradford boy’s waist.

          “I’ll always be here for you, Niall,” Zayn murmured into Niall’s hair, arms tightening around the blond boy protectively. “What do you say about getting some ice cream, huh? To make my angel feel better?”

          Niall blushed at the word angel but a smile broke across his face. “YES! Can we go to the little man who sells his ice cream in a little cart across the park? Please, Zayn? Please?” the blond boy begged like a child. “PLEASE ZAYNIE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!”

          “Alright,” Zayn chuckled. “I’m going to go get changed, then we’ll go, okay?” He asked, pecking Niall on the lips.

          “Okay,” Niall murmured against Zayn’s soft lips. “I want vanilla.” 

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A/N: Oooh, you’ve reached the end! I hope you liked it! I know it’s very fluffy and kind of repetitive… Forgive me! The ones to come will be better, I promise! Feedback and/ or prompts are always welcome! x