The Day It All Fell Apart (One Direction/ziall/larry fanfic)

It Doesn't Make Sense (chap.15)

Zayn's POV:

I woke up feeling someone's arms wrapped around my torso, it was so warm and comforting. But it didn't take long for the nice feeling to go away. I immediately remembered what had happened the day before, and silent tears began to stream down my cheeks.

Why had Niall barged in on me and Liam like that yesterday? Wasn't he the one that said he didn't want to be with me anymore? I rolled over and got out of bed, I was careful not to wake Liam, and I went to go find Niall to talk about what had happened. Harry was in the kitchen making cereal for him and Lou, it made me so jealous to think that they have never once had a problem in their relationship...ever since the first day they met they were insuperable.

I went down the hall to what had been mine and Niall's room. I softly knocked on the door, but then I remembered that Niall would probably never hear that since he was such a deep sleeper. I stood there for a minute debating whether I should just walk in or wait for him to get up on his own...no this needed to be dealt with now.

I cringed slightly and then I flung the door open, I was prepared for Niall to be upset and for him to maybe even yell at me like the way he did yesterday. But what I found surprised me, there was no screaming Niall like I had predicted, in fact there was no Niall at all.

I looked around a bit just to make sure but the bed was empty and so was the rest of the room. I walked out wondering where he would be, maybe Louis and Harry new. I walked into the living room.

"Hey guys, have you seen Niall this morning?" I said rubbing the back of my neck.

Louis looked up from his bowl,"Er, no actually I haven't Zayn, why?"

"Well he wasn't in his room when I just checked for him..."

"I mean he did leave last night, I never saw him come back in but I just assumed he did." Harry said.

"Well crap..." I muttered, "I guess that means he could be anywhere."

"Why don't you call down at the front desk and describe him to the receptionist maybe they saw him." Louis said while reaching for his phone.

He tossed me his phone. I might as well try it, it's not like we had any better options. I dialed the number to the hotel.

"Hello, this is Jessica. How may I help you?" Her voice was high and chipper sounding.

"Yes um, I was wondering if you have seen my friend. He was staying in the room with us but he wasn't here this morning. His name is uh, Niall Horan." I patiently waited as she tapped away on her keyboard.

"Yes Niall Horan seems to have checked into another room last night." She replied. "Let me just get you the room number."

Huh, well that's helpful at least we knew where to find him.

Niall's POV:

I woke up on a hard, cold floor covered in red. It didn't take me long to remember how I got like this, but it also didn't take me long to realize that I had failed at my suicide attempt. I guess I could try again another time...soon.

I got up and grabbed a towel, proceeding to clean up the dried blood. After that I stripped down and started the shower. I got in a felt the nice warm water run down me. But my happiness quickly diminished when the water hit my cuts on my arms, it stung pretty badly. That was something I was going to have to get used to, because I wasn't stopping anytime soon.

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I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed the blow dryer and dried my hair, though I didn't bother styling it. Thank god my clothes hadn't really gotten touched by the blood because right now that was the only outfit I had. I shrugged on my shirt and began sliding into my pants, then I heard a knock on the door. Should I answer it? It was probably just room service and I'd just tell them to come back later. I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

I never should've opened the door, staring back at me were the best looking pair of chocolate eyes the world had ever seen. It was hard to believe that only days ago he had been mine and now I was sure I had lost him forever.

"Oh thank god Niall! I was getting worried about you. Why'd you leave?"

Was he serious?! "Why did I leave? You want to know why I left!" How could he not know the reason I left. I was pretty sure I had made my point yesterday when I woke them up by screaming at them. But I just couldn't yell at Zayn anymore he didn't deserve it, but I did. "Ya know just forget it Zayn. Leave me alone." I backed away and was shutting the door but he stuck his foot in the way.

"Niall I need you, I like Liam but...I love you! I don't know why you left me like you did, it really doesn't make sense to me but I'm begging you please, please give me one more chance." His voice cracked at the end. I really wanted to go back to Zayn but if we were together, then Liam would leave the band and all our fans would be so disappointed, I couldn't stand letting down anymore people than I already had.

"No Zayn! Get it through your thick head! I. Don't. Want. You. Not now, not ever so just leave me alone...go back to Liam I know that's what you really want anyway." I couldn't believe I just said that, but it was for the band...for the fans...for Liam.

Zayn looked like he had been shot, his face was full of pain, though he made no noise. He just stumbled back down the hall. How was I ever going to live with myself?

But then again that was the point, I didn't even want to live anymore.