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Niall x Roman fanfic oof

So i was browsing through the shithole that I call “stupid shit folder” in the document section when I stumbled upon this… piece.

1. I’m sorry

2. I’m really not.

Yes, it’s a Pyrocynical x NFKRZ fan fiction. Old fashioned since now Niall must be probably shipped with Imallexx or some bullcrap (by the way it’s alex x atozy ...stfu that will never change)

Enjoy and maybe read with a friend during a pajama party or shit like that.

P.S. I’m leaving some side notes in Italics because they are too stupid to be missed.

“Hey, can we go to this place?” Roman took his phone and showed on google maps the place he wanted to visit.

“Here?” Niall asked confused “Ok, I guess, no problem” Roman hurried to say “Yeah, it’s kind of a wish, you know,… I mean, it’s architecture is pretty interesting and reflects the Victorian times, something that in Russia you’d hardly be able to find, so now that I got the opportunity… I’m gonna use it.”

Roman sounded convincing, didn’t he?

So, both of them went out, Niall with his hands in his pockets, back lent a little bit forward, and Roman straight with hands in pockets, too. Roman started talking about Overwatch and what games were surely going to take over it as regards gameplay resource. Niall nodded at everything Roman said and tried to continue talking about the topic with very, very vague affirmations.

Roman, on the contrary, conversed confidently and seemed to be interested. But Niall just couldn’t believe it.

Niall was suffering. Since Roman had arrived at his home, he had almost never felt comfortable. He tried to be funny with no success. He’d become so lame and worried about not fulfilling his guest’s wishes. Roman had had to invite himself to that little trip to the cemetery because Niall was tormented enough by the thought of losing Roman.

“Nice gates, huh?” Roman said, and laughed. Niall quickly glazed upon Roman’s eyes and stared back to the ground with a forced giggle.

“You sure you want to be here?” asked Roman.

“Oh” said Niall regretfully “no, I mean, yes, it’s a pleasure to bring you here, I mean, I-I-I thought it’s cool to have you here, so… yeah.”

“Do you want to take a selfie next to this gargoyle?” Roman pulled out his phone and mumbled “I’m gay”.

Niall laughed at him and in a second Roman had captured Niall’s smile.

Roman thought “that’s just enough, isn’t it”

“Place your head next to the statue’s face” Roman told Niall. Niall did so.

Seeing himself in the screen of the front camera, Niall felt embarrassed. His little chubby not defined face, next to Roman’s Nordic eyes, delicate lips and, not so manly (but for him it was manly) haircut. So he pulled his hood over his head and the only part of him that could be seen was a bit of his blond hair <yeah, saying blond is important for the ‘poetic effects’ of the story>.

“Are you serious, Niall?” Roman said in such a way you couldn’t tell whether he was angry or not.

“I’m sorry” Niall said. He just looked at the camera and smiled.

Roman took the picture. He brought his phone to himself and looked at the picture.

Oh God… Niall’s smile. Shy, gentle, kind of naughty…

He couldn’t share that. Oh hell no!

“Can I see it?” Niall tried to peek over Roman’s shoulder.

“Oh, ye - oh crap, I erased it! Well, never mind, let’s go on.”

“Come on, Roman, show it, I’m not a fool.”

“Well, I do have it but, it’s fucking gay” Roman falsely laughed and pushed Niall’s back to keep on walking.

“How could I not expect it” Niall thought “of course I seem fucking gay.” He believed Ksenia would have resembled a hippie boy next to Niall’s hyper-feminized face.

…

“Oh, I saw this passage in the Street View” said Roman “let’s go in there”

“It’s kinda spooky”

“Oh yeah, don’t worry” replied Roman.

Both turned to the right and walked into the passage, which had stone walls at the sides, covered in climbing plants.

A light came from the other side. Niall thought of telling Roman that view was good for a photograph. “By the way”, he also thought, “he hasn’t taken many pictures, has he?”

As this thoughts crossed his mind, a sudden force pushed him towards the wall. He gasped. First, one hand holding his shoulder, and the next second both of his shoulders were firmly held by Roman’s dark silhouette.

Niall’s open eyes were doing very short, but quick movements from one place to the other, first looking and the brightest side of Roman’s face, then looking at the other side.

Niall and Roman were just staring at each other.

Roman’s frown slowly faded.

His hands know held Niall’s biceps. He caressed the jacket (not his arms, unfortunately for all of us) with his thumb.

He quickly leaned towards Niall’s face, turning his neck and jaws to his left, and kissed him.

Kissed him gently. Just posing his lips on Niall’s. They were cold and thick.

He leaned his head back to himself. And looked at Niall.

His eyes, still but quite open, looking at Roman’s hair. Roman just couldn’t help himself, and grabbed Niall by the waist, brought him near his stomach and kissed him again, know passionately. He pressed and released Niall’s waist constantly as his mouth played with the poor individual.

Roman released Niall’s mouth. But Niall wasn’t even looking at Roman anymore.

He felt dizzy. His legs didn’t support him anymore. Roman suddenly felt Niall’s weight and asked, struggling to keep him up “Niall, Niall! Are you okay?”

He sat him on the rock path and placed his head on the wall.

Roman weakly grabbed Niall’s hand.

Niall looked sick. Roman liked him anyway. His eye bags were more pronounced, he looked whiter, his mouth was a little bit open, as if he was retarded, but to Roman, that was just a supermodel.

“Should I take you to the hospital?” Roman held tighter Niall’s hand, and with the other hand unbuttoned Niall’s jacket pocket, were Niall placed his phone.

Niall grinned with that drunk face he had. “Cyka Blyat” he laughed.

“Niall!” Roman shouted “do I call the hospital or not?”

“Y – yeah” Niall replied, surprised.

However, Niall wasn’t drunk-sick-stupid enough, not to notice that,…

Roman was worrying for him.

CHAPTER 2.

“So, how did this happen?” asked the doctor.

“Well, I don’t know” Roman said. Niall trusted that Roman would pretend that it was out of nowhere, but Niall himself was trying to think of a not embarrassing excuse for his partial pass out.

“It was sudden? Happened out of nowhere?” said the doctor, with an intensified British unintelligible accent.

Roman looked at Niall. Niall had his eyes half closed, and was too sleepy to react and guess Roman’s silence.

“Excuse me?” Roman asked.

The doctor looked at Roman as if he was stupid and severely repeated “did… he... pass… out… or faint… out of… nowhere?”

“Oooh” Roman said “Uhmmm” he glazed at Niall’s eyes with a bit of guilt “yeah, out of nowhere”

“Sudden, you say… This unpredictable low pressure may mean serious problems, though high pressure is worse.” Roman stayed with the “high pressure is worse” affirmation, which gave him some kind of relief. “But his legs weakened,… if the low pressure came out of nowhere, there may also be flaws in the nervous system which couldn’t make the legs work correctly”.

The doctor was just making all of this up. Shivers climbed up Roman’s back. “I’ll tell Michelle to do some brain studies, convulsions may come at any second”

“Convulsions!?” Roman thought, sweating and trembling.“Uhmmm, Doctor, now that I remember” the doctor grinned, proud of him getting to make the young gentleman spit the truth “a girl kissed him out of nowhere and he became nervous. You see, Niall, I mean, yeah, him” pointing at the almost dead body “has a girlfriend” Niall felt so accidentally roasted “and this girl kisses him random and Niall’s girlfriend appears, and he became really nervous” Roman ended his sentence looking at Niall in his cute hospital dress.

The doctor turned and looked at Roman, as he finished cleaning his stethoscope. His facial expression basically transmitted an “are you serious?”, which made Roman sweat even more. Needed children could have drunk those greasy liters and liters of perspiration.

“I kissed him, and it was out of nowhere. I-I-it was just a prank, tak ili inache, I mean, anyway.” Roman scratched his face, trying to hide his red, tomato skin. Niall hid his face with his serum-wired hand.

The doctor widened his eyes, then softened his expression and said “Mmmh, that sounds more believable. And see who has woken up and moved his hand!” He said, looking at Niall compassionate and ruthless simultaneously.

…

Roman constantly glazed upon Niall to see if he was okay. It wasn’t as if he could just offer his arm and tell him “hey, take my arm” so that if he felt dizzy again he wouldn’t fall. Niall’s head was facing down. Once again, a little of his hair could be seen peeking out of his hood. Roman was just so thankful that they hadn’t told Niall’s relatives about the incident, which could have kicked him out of Niall’s house or ended up in an awkward coming out scene.

Roman looked at the other side for a second. He’d fucked up. No way he could talk to Niall again. Pyrocynical and NFKRZ… Would they collaborate again? The situations would be nerve wracking and toxic for both of them. Should they pretend they were separated by various arguments on social media? Was it possible that…

Roman was staring at the buildings of the block opposite. His lips trembled a little, and he felt very tired. Reminding himself he had a sick individual next to him, he struggled to turn his head back to Niall and make sure everything was ok…

A quick caress danced in Roman’s gloved hand, and soon his fingers were trapped by another hand. Roman’s heart bumped stronger than usual, his pupils increased, and he instantly stared at his hand held by Niall’s. A distance of 10 cm separated each other.

Roman slowly moved his sight towards Niall. Facing down he was, but now you could see his mouth, drawing a soft half grin, cheek up, and his eyelashes shined over his light blue eyes (bitch you blind??) , partially covered by his messy fringe.

Niall turned his face towards Roman. The Russian gasped (he didn’t expect such a predictable movement). Niall giggled at his friend’s reaction. And stepped near him, making their hands rustle against the sides of their thighs. He looked down again.

Roman’s feelings of relief and love were undescriptable. His cute little lesbian, almost resting on his side. Self-consciousness was absent at this point, and people looking at them were as unnoticeable as trains dashing thousands of kilometers away (they weren’t taking notice of anything, to make it short).

They walked a few blocks more. Niall smelled Roman’s sweat, felt Roman’s fingers caressing his thigh as they moved their legs, travelled Roman’s profile with his eyes and stopped at his eyes. Whenever Roman turned his head to check up on Niall, he would look down on the street tiles to avoid eye contact and blush slightly. This was when Roman looked at Niall’s hair, dancing with the wind and the rhythm of their walk, gazed upon his eyes, then his nose, mouth, chin, little mole on his cheek, and imagined his body under the jacket, trying to recreate the memories he had from the 1000 degree knife video, where Niall let see part of his torso and abdomen.

Unfortunately, Roman’s social awareness was coming back and the people staring at him, felt like being shot right in the confidence and the dignity. But he couldn’t let this opportunity go away, so he stared back at the people who looked at him with a rapey face and they just turned away.

However, the stares became more and more unbearable. Niall was just closing his eyes, resting his head on Roman’s shoulder. The Russian moved his arms away from Niall. Niall asked “what is wrong?” with childish, shiny eyes. Roman glanced over his shoulder and sighed. He thought, with a tie in his throat “это не будет работать” (this is not going to work). He sighed again, louder.

“Roman, Roman, are you alright?” Niall grabbed his face by the cheeks and made him face him. Roman exhaled with tears in his eyes…

“I can’t do it” he cried, not yet sobbing, but his jaws already tense, his eyelids strongly pressed to each other. “I’m sorry”.

Niall let go of him and stared at the opposite block.

“I acted compulsively” tears finally dropped out and drew little spots as they fell through the snow. “The moment was so perfect. I organized everything just to get to this moment” Roman did frenetic gestures with his hands. His face was red because of the cold and the crying.

“What am I going to do with Ksenia?” those words were a bit of a tough slap for Niall, but the Brit handled it and said optimistically “well, dump her” as he put his arms around him.

Roman glared at Niall “I-I-I can’t. I do love her, I mean, I can’t tell her this”

“But Roman, who do you love the most?”

That question *uffff* it was tough. Roman was really confused. What did his heart tell him? That heart was stupid, for sure. And his brain, what did it think about the situation? Well, you couldn’t even count with that organ of doubtful presence.

Roman looked at Niall, who soon released his hand and started walking away.

“You”

Niall turned back.

“You, I prefer you” Roman’s sobbing intensified and he ran towards Niall “I prefer you! You and only you!” shouted him as he strongly hugged Niall.

“Ello blazers, no fkez ee” sweetly pronounced Niall.

“Our love is of the Major Love Gaming” Roman whispered in Niall’s ear.

“Well, no, that’s just cringey” Niall hugged Roman tighter.

#nfkrz #pyrocynical #fanfic

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