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The swing creaks under his weight as Niall lazily pumps his legs. Holding onto the chains, he leans back, looks to the bright night sky, and sends up a prayer that Zayn will show.
A stick snaps behind him, and Niall’s feet drag through cedar chips until he stops. He spins, crossing the chains above him.
Zayn’s standing pigeon- toed, scratching his neck. Niall’s breath catches at the shy beauty before him.
Niall untwists with a flourish, the momentum jolting him before he settles. There’re mirrored smiles, then Niall beckons.
Zayn takes the swing next to him and starts pumping.