hi welcum to chili's

I helped out at a food pantry with my dad this morning :) one of my new years goals was to be more giving, so im also going to try and donate some blood.

also sims music is real art like thats a whole orchestra

I hope you guys are doing well! My smol frens ❤️❤️ if you need to rant then nows the time XD

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I freeze, this was the guy everyone was scared of?

Quite honestly, he didn't look half bad. He had a hearty smile that pushed up against his eyes, making me smile back.

His presence was more cheery and calming than Zayn's uptight and isolated one. It made me feel relived, making me drop my tense shoulders and exhale most of my worries.

"Indeed, I am Niall Horan." I respond, nodding my head a little. I clutch the journal close to my chest, removing one hand to shake his outstretched one.

His hand wraps around my smaller one, giving me a firm and slightly lengthy handshake.

"Come converse with us, lad." Liam invited, patting me on the back to guide me to my chair.

On his last pat, he left his hand pressed to my scapula and thumb over my clavicle. He gently kneaded my flesh, relaxing my muscle.

Free massage from an attractive man? Sign me up!

Usually though, I would argue against a stranger touching me so much, but he seemed so genuine.

I know who im dealing with, but was he really that bad? I should find out the other side of the story, just like Alice suggested.

Zayn was watching us, mostly Liam. His careful eyes watched every move Liam made, almost as if he was nervous.

"I didn't mean to interrupt, i just came to drop off a journal." I confess, holding out the journal for Zayn to take.

Zayn's lips are faintly parted, as if he's about to say something. He quickly inspects the journal for any damages before slowly taking it from me and placing it on the table.

"Thank you, Mr. Horan." He murmurs, his eyes focusing on Liam's hand.

"You're welcome." I respond, about to place my hand in my lap when Liam stops me.

"Hold on there," Liam suspends me, reaching forward and grabbing my arm, "What was the cause of this?"

While eating lunch the other day with Florence and Alice, Florence was describing Louis' scar and decided to pretend to give me one. Only, she sneezed and lightly grazed my arm enough to draw the slightest bit of blood.

I had to think of a lie as im sure they wouldn't want to hear about Louis.

"I had accidentally cut myself cleaning the walls." I clarify, wanting to punch myself for impossible explanation.

While cleaning the walls? Nice one.

"I see, I may have some wrap down in my office," He examines my cut, "You should stop by."

"Its a simple slit, that wont be necessary." Zayn scoffs, giving Liam a look.

"Well, if the wound doesn't properly heal then he can face infection," Liam bites back, his tone turning friendly when addressing me, "We don't want that."

Yea, since its an on site injury it'd look bad on you, or Zayn i should say.

"Liam, it'd be a waste of our supplies." Zayn presses, slightly leaning forward in his chair.

Liam looks over at Zayn, reading his expressions and drops my hand.

"I see," Liam frowns, letting the topic go, "However, i would still love for you visit. Am i correct in saying you're the janitor?"

"Junior janitor, he is strictly to work and reside upstairs," Zayn answers for me, "Avery works the downstairs and basement."

"Thank you for your reply, Niall." Liam smirks, looking back at Zayn.

"You're welcome?" I say, "Shall i be on my way?"

Half of me wanted to stay with Liam, but the other half wanted to see Harry. He's scheduled for the evening.

Being with harry, the way that i have been, has further strengthened my hypothesis: that i'm a homosexual.

I begin to stand up, getting ready to leave in case i have to.

"Not so soon, lad!" Liam slowed me down, placing his hand on my shoulder and gently pushing down.

I sat back down, and his arm fell down my bicep and eventually back into his lap.

"I've been meaning to see you, Niall, and i know Zayn" Liam stops, clearing his throat, "Mr. Malik has been having the same questions as I. Could you tell us more about your friend, Harry?"

What do they want to do with him?

"Indeed, he is 26 years of age and a very friendly man. He loves tacky clothing, blooming flowers in the spring and puppies." I tell, watching as Liam bites his lip to conceal laughter.

"Very well then," Liam simpered, "But have you any knowledge of his mental health? A complaint has come upon us, accusing him of having an ill mental state."

"No," I blurt, confused, "What do you mean?"

I hope Harry is okay, he'd never opened up to me about any illnesses.

"Someone has mentioned that he is a homosexual." Liam told, raising his brow.

Zayn looks down at his desk and begins to sort the papers.

One more person has to accuse Harry and he's incarcerated.

"He is not. How would the accuser know if he's only here two days out of the week? He had just begun three weeks ago, thats hardly enough time to form such a strong accusation." I defend, standing up for Harry.

"I see," Liam nodded, cracking his knuckles before clasping them together and leaning forward, "I'm aware he's planning on taking over a business alone, correct?"

"Correct." I repeat, wondering why they're so interested in Harry.

"Does he enjoy working here? Does he find the staff, and us, friendly?" Liam continues.

I do recall Harry being fond of Zayn and hating Florence, but i wasnt sure of his opinion on Dr. Fear.

"Yes, he enjoys you two." I tell, watching as a smile forms on Liam's face, and Zayn lets out a sigh.

"Splendid!" Liam grins, "I shouldn't hold you any longer, thank you for conversing with us."

"My pleasure." I nod, catching Zayn's eye while smiling.

While i had caught his eye, i could almost see a faint smile forming on his lips.

Liam and i get up, but i don't break eye contact with Zayn as im in utter disbelief. A smile?

Dr. Fear sticks out his hand for me to shake, as a goodbye, which i accept.

I feel Zayn's eyes on us, and i assume he's either glaring at us or judging us until he apprehensively holds out his own hand for me.

He was studying us.

Has he fallen ill? Severely, clinically ill?

I place my hand in his cold one, shaking it. His hands are callused at the finger tips, but soft in the center.

"Good day, Mr. Horan." Zayn hummed after i took my hand out of his.

"Don't forget to stop by my office for a wrap," Liam smirks over at Zayn, "Or since you were interested in the medical journal, i can teach you some anatomy."

"Do not accept his offer." Zayn shook his head.

"Why?" Liam fussed, "Do you have an offer to propose?"

"Indeed," Zayn glared over at Liam, then looked at me with soft eyes, "I would like to be the one to teach you anatomy. In my room, tomorrow at noon i expect you to be here."

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Wattpad hasnt been notifying me at all when people comment or follow :( im really sorry if i cant reply to some of your comments, which i love doing. Its important to me that i talk with you guys and show my thanks to the readers/build a bond but its been hard WITH NO NOTIFICATIONS.

lolz neil is toooo trusting

before even publishing this i know i bout to get at least one comment (on where i described zen's hand) about fisting/fingering.

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1) What do you think about zennnn hes so cute :*

2) thoughts on dr. fear? hes nice to neil unlike zen :)

3) Do you think Harry might become donzo alfonzo if someone else accuses him? Who do you tink accused him? Will be be accused again? WHAT WILL HAPPEN

4) any current theories? :)

5) any thoughts on the anatomy lesson zen gonna give niel ;;;;;;))))))))))

also i posted one shot ideas on the last chap and no one commented :'( *worlds smallest violin from spongebob plays* Its cool tho, it was just a pitch :)

Dont forget to vote? :) we smashed that 10 vote goal last chap, thanks dudes! <3 yall my heart rlly throbs when i get those notifications