When The Clock Strikes Twelve (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Five; "Ready Or Not, Here I Come!"

Jason's POV

My fingers drummed aimlessly at the counter I sat at; the glass of ice cold cola just sitting before me, untouched.

"You seem down, what's eating you?" Liam, the bar tender I've grown to know over the years, asked me as he wiped dry newly washed glasses.

I looked up at him, just smiling lightly, "Nothing ever passes you, does it?"

"Working in a bar, with thousands of emotional drunks, and sobers sitting in front of you all night? Tends to rub off the skill of detecting, Jason." Liam smiled, placing the glass in a fridge to keep it cold for the drinks.

"Ah, my dear friend, then I suppose you've captured a rare moment where I have feelings, hey?" I smiled lightly, sipping my drink.

"Wanna share? it's quiet tonight." Liam chuckled, leaning against the bar as he glances around the place, hoping no one comes over.

"Zayn," I cleared my throat, sighing as the name slipped from my mouth, "He is in love with Zayn."

Liam frowned at the words, "Oh, I'm so sorry.." Was all Liam could say; everyone knew how Niall felt, and it wasnt all that surprising.

"Nah, it's completely fine." I chuckled, glancing at the clock.

"Stop looking at the clock, are you alright?" Liam drawed my attention back, "You know you could always come stay at my place? Taylor won't mind, he'd love the company." Liam offered.

"I'll decline, thanks. Taylor doesnt like my messy habits and neither do you." I laughed, "And I'm fine, pissed off at Niall, but fine."

"Where are you staying?" Liam frowned, "Please dont tell me the streets..."

"Of course not, Li. I'm at that motel, the one near the casino on Henderson Road." I licked my lips.

"How are you affording that?" Liam rose a brow.

"I have my ways." I grumbled, my eyes casting around the joint, and frowning at the sight of Zayn and Niall walking in. Holding hands, I see?

Boy, that blonde sure moves on fast.

"Shit, I can get them to leave." Liam frowned.

"All good, about to head off anyway." I mumbled, dropping money on the counter as I got up, heading toward the exit.

"Jason?" That Irish voice captures me before I have a chance to escape.

I sighed, turning to face him, "Niall, how lovely it is to see you." I force a smile.

Niall grips Zayn's hand in front of me, frowning, "I, uh... how are you?"

"Awesome," I said, "You? You look great, you too Zayn." I glance at the raven haired devil, already feeling my fists form.

Zayn sighed, "I'm sorry bout the way this happened, but I love Niall... and he loves me."

"Hey, love is love." I wave him off, "Niall can love who he wants, but he cant pretend to love someone." I sneered at him, just a tad angry.

"I wasnt pretending, Jason." Niall frowned, "I fucking care about you just as much as I care about Zayn."

"Right!" I snorted.

"We don't need to fight, we can stay civil." Zayn prompt, trying to calm the both of us.

I just rolled my eyes, turning around and marching towards the exit again.

I ignored their calls, and left. Fuck Niall. Fuck Zayn. Fuck it all.

I kinda miss that kid, Justin. I smiled as I remembered him.