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I felt my breath hick when Niall lean close to me, as his hands were on the wall. His blue eye staring intently at mine. I'm not going to lie, but Niall being somewhat angry is pretty hot.

"I'm waiting for an answer Zayn." Niall says with his heavy accent. I just wanna cuddle against his neck and listen to him talk all day.

"W-Well I told you already. They wouldn't allow me to enter the ambulance, so I lied and say you were my boyfriend. I don't see nothing wrong with it." I say with a slight shrug, as my heart beat frantically.

"You didn't have to come here with me." Niall shot back.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." I reasoned.

"I don't need you." Niall muttered. Now that hurt my heart, I'm trying to care which I never do and he just shuts me down.

"If I had fainted instead of you, would you have lied and got into the ambulance with me?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"To be honest? Probably not." Niall shrugged.

"You don't care for me? At all?" I asked blinking back the hot tears that wanted to leak out of my eyes.

"How would I care for you?"

"Aren't I your friend? How can be such a jerk to me all this time!?" I hissed.

"Don't blame me for all the crap that's happen between us. It's was your house that collapsed and almost killed me." Niall hissed back.

"Whatever. Let's ask if someone can drive us home." I say, as I walked to the front desk.

Luckily a cop was willing enough to drop me and Niall off home. It was silent in the car. I didn't dare look at Niall, I just looked out the window as my overthinking thoughts were giving me a headache.

Once the cop car stopped, I glance at my destroyed house filled with memories and felt sad to my very core. My dad is looking around to find anything that isn't broken that could be save. I exit the car and run to my father.

"Zayn! I'm glad you are okay." My father says with joy as I embraced him with a hug.

"I'm glad you are as well." I replied with a smile.

"Guess what I found."

"What?" I asked confused until he showed me that made my sour mood turn to excitement.

"My Polaroid camera! It's not broken!" I exclaim with joy as I put the strap around my neck and check the camera for any damages.

"It was protected by the book shelve that blocked out all the mess."

"Let's take a picture."

"Ok son." My father said putting his arm around my shoulder, then I turned the camera around and I pressed the button to make the camera flash. Then putting the Polaroid picture in my pocket.

"Where are we going to live?" I asked nervously.

"At a hotel, I still have some money in the bank. We are going to be fine Zayn." My father reassured me.

"You guys can stay at my house until your house gets rebuild. I have an guest room." Niall offered and I wanted to roll my eyes. Since when he wanted to help out?

"I think the hotel is a better idea." I say to my father.

"Nonsense Zayn, If this young man is offering his home for us to stay than we should take it, if that's find with you? My father says looking at Niall.

"Of course come on in. The name is Niall."

"Yaser and you know my son. Aren't you guys friends?"

"Sure we are." I say flatly.

My father and I entered Niall's home and headed upstairs seeing that there's only one guest room, I let my father have it.

We're are you going to sleep at?" My father ask.

"The couch." I shrug.

"You'll be staying in my room. My bed is big enough for us both." Niall says casually. I wanted to groan so badly. The moment when I want to resist Niall is when I'm going to share a bed with him.

If he sleeps shirtless, I will pray Jesus to help me survive the night.

My father was already sleeping in the guest room. He was probably exhausted, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a soda, then headed to Niall's room.

They're was odd nosies coming from the bathroom and of course I was being extremely nosy. I pressed my ear to the door.

Oh god, I hope Niall isn't jerking off. I would just simply die.

"Niall you alright?" I asked, as I open the door seeing him shirtless and hunch over with his finger in his mouth.

"Get out my bathroom!" Niall sneered.

"Why are you making myself throw up? I asked concerned, then closed the bathroom door behind me.

"It's none of your damn business!"

"Niall, you really need help." I say taking a few steps toward him.

"You don't know śhït Zayn, so back off."

"Let me help you." I say softly.

"No!" Niall yelled at me as he pushed me hard. As my back hit the doorknob.

"Y-you hurt m-me." I say frighten.

Niall blinked a few times and his face soften, "Zayn I'm sorry, I should've have pushed you."

"I'm leaving, I-I'll be back in a few hours."

"We're are you going?"

"Away from you." I say quickly and exit the bathroom, and running out the house door.

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Poor Zayn :(

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