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New Year's Resolution~ A Ziam One Shot

Time Square, New York - 11:59:10~

"3....2....1.... Happy New Years!!!"

Zayn stood there among the thick crowd of about one million who gathered to watched the ball drop.

It was a very nice sight. Confetti falling form the sky like snow, fireworks going off, and the cheers of people ready to start the new year. Then there was the other sight. The sight of people with their girlfriends and boyfriends, making out when the clock stuck 12:00 and the ball finally hit the bottom. Even the random police officers and reporters got lucky. A handsome guy like Zayn should've been one of them. But that wasn't the case.

Zayn was single. He had just gotten out of a relationship with his boyfriend. It wasn't going too well. Long nights with one or the other out at work or some other unnecessary event. Arguments over things they would soon realize was totally preventable or not that serious.

And Zayn had to break it off to him the worst way.

He walked in from a night out with some childhood friends. He saw his boyfriend and another guy cuddling and kissing on the sofa, too into their intimate session to even hear Zayn come in the apartment, while watching a movie which they weren't even paying attention to. Immediately, Zayn had became furious. His eyes started to tear up.

He lets out a involuntary small weep, a hand covering his mouth in shock. It catches the attention of both boys and they jump up off of each other, a horrified look on his boyfriend's face.

"Get out! Get the hell out of my house Harry!" Zayn yells, pointing his index finger to the unclose door.

A look of surprise and guilt is etched on both boys face. The mystery boy looks like he is in a total state of shock. He shoves Harry in the shoulder.

"I thought you said you weren't in a fucking relationship!" He yells.

Zayn looks on. Hearing the guy say that his own boyfriend denied a relationship that had been going on for about two years. His heart broke. No emotion on his face.

Zayn watches the boy pick up his coat from the sofa arm and speed walk out the door past him. Harry is still standing there, probably in too much shock to move or explain what had been going on. Not like Zayn needed or wanted to hear anyway.

"What are you still doing here? Get your stuff and leave!" Zayn shouts, tears now at his chin.

"Zayn, no. I can explain. Please Zayn, hear me out-"

"You were kissing another guy! What more do you need to tell me other than that you were cheating on me?!" Zayn yells.

"No please, don't say cheating, Zayn it was only something that started-"

'Leave." Zayn says.

"Zayn, this is my house too! You can't just-"

"Leave Harry!" Zayn opens the door again.

Harry stops, speechless in guilt. He picks up a jacket and starts to walk from the sofa to the door, a tiny tear rolling down his solemn face. Head hung low, he walks out the door.

"And don't bother coming back tonight, because we're through!" Zayn adds, though every word broke his heart even more, and he shuts the door.

He looks through the peep hole to see if Harry is leaving. Harry is standing there, his head down and a hand at his face. Zayn slowly brings his head down from the peep hole.

He throws his jacket and keys to the floor and goes to his bedroom, weeping silently. He goes to his dresser drawer from where the night before he put a tiny black box in. A ring. A ring he was planning to put on Harry's finger on the night of New Year's in Time Square when the clock struck midnight and the ball hit the bottom. Not an engagement ring but a promise ring, to start the New Year off with a fresh start for a better relationship. For new commitment because despite the arguments and the bad nights they had, Zayn still loved Harry.