haha wow it’s that weird ky kid isn’t she supposed to be on a writing break aha yes but i was inspired and wrote ziall anyway bc i’m a piece of shit enjoy
based on this bye
Niall hadn’t even really planned to get anything out of that stupid picture. He didn’t even think he would do anything with it once he took it, in fact, he’d already taken the picture before he was even aware what he was doing. He’d literally looked down and his phone was poised in his hand, arm outstretched and thumb hovering over the button, without him ever even telling his body to move at all.
And even then, he had had a moment of pause before finally taking the shot, like, what the hell was he even doing taking this picture? He’d seen hot guys before, many of them, on and off of the internet, this wasn’t the first hot guy he’d seen and it wouldn’t be the last. But still.
There was something about this one. Something about the lines of his body, which was what had drawn Niall’s eye to him in the first place. He was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off an impressive and beautiful collection of tattoos up and down his arms, which were muscular but not bulging, which was how Niall tended to like them. His shoulders and chest were broad until they slimmed down into a narrow, tiny waist, which then went on to long legs, which were wrapped in wonderfully tight black jeans. But all that aside, Niall wasn’t one to whip his phone out and snap candid shots of some guy he didn’t even know because he had a banging body.
It was when he turned around, almost perfectly in sync with when Niall’s eyes had dropped down to the boy’s arse, startling his gaze upward in hopes he wouldn’t get caught ogling. He hadn’t been, which did him little to no good for the ogling he was about to do.
If his body had been something, it was nothing compared to his face. His jawline was cut and angular, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass with and yet he still looked soft, gentle. His skin was darker, olive-toned, and clear, smooth as the day he was born except for the stubble lining that perfect jaw. His eyes were bright, glittering amber even from where Niall was standing, thirty feet away and nearly hooded by the jet black bangs hanging over the boy’s forehead, the rest covered by a bright red beanie. What was even more surprising (or rather, not so) was how well he could see his eyelashes, which were ridiculously long and luxurious, somehow. And those lips.
And that’s how Niall ended up with his phone out in front of him, finger set and ready to take the picture, the blonde boy biting his lip in anticipation, all before his brain had even caught up enough to form a coherent thought.