The little blonde >>Ziall/Niam<< *on hold*

Chapter 11

'I can't believe I like them' I thought, sitting on the couch, with a towel around my waist and wet hair.

I still had bruises all over my body from being hit constantly by harry and Zayn. I shouldn't like him! He's abused me these past four years! I'm fucking crazy. What's wrong with me?

But even if I had to pick between Liam and Zayn. I would pick Liam.

Liam, his perfect puppy dog eyes, and toned body. How he boxes, and his sweet personality, he couldn't even hurt a fly. He's always been there for me.

Zayn, he's beautiful. His honey colored eyes, that shine in the sun and his tattoos. He has this bad ass look, but he's sweet when he wants to be. But he's always hurt me. He's so cocky. I love his cocky attitude.

I chuckled to myself, thinking about the two. I think I might have to tell them about my 'so called' feelings for them. I guess I can do it tomorrow after school? Or I can just do it in the restroom, but that's not to romantic, is it? I'll ask them to eat dinner with me on two separate days. I'll take Liam on Monday and ask Zayn to go with me Tuesday. Yeah that'll work.

Speaking of Zayn. He was calling me.

"Yes Zayn?" I asked, standing up and walking to the bathroom, looking at my fading bruises.

"Hey Niall" he said sighing, with a uneven breath

"What's up? Do you need anything?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows

"Oh uh- actually yeah. I do." He said, sounding really nervous

"And what would that be?" I asked, walking back out of the bathroom and grabbing my clothes I had folded on my bed, and waking back to the bathroom

"Do you uh- want to go somewhere with me t-tomorrow? After school?" He asked sighing

What a coincidence. Maybe I can go with Zayn tomorrow and Liam
Tuesday.

"Uh- sure" I got out, smiling to myself

He let out a breath of relief "thank god. I have to...... Explain some stuff to you. You know? About the whole 'I have reasons'" he let out chuckling lightly

"I still don't understand that" I sighed, running my hand through my still wet hair

"You will. I promise. But uh- how about you don't tell anybody about this? And try to stay away from me and Harry at school" he pleaded

"Why? You have to keep up your 'so called' reputation? Zayn, if that's so important to you, how about I just don't go yeah? And maybe we can forget any of this weekend even happened" I yelled angrily into the phone, why would he say that?

"N-no please Niall" he said, sounding like he was about to cry

"Yeah I think so. Have a nice night Zayn" I sighed, putting the phone on speaker and putting it on the sink so I could change. As much as I wanted to hang up, I couldn't.

"Please Niall" he pleaded, sighing "I'm coming over if you hang up. I don't care if it's a school night"

"Have fun" I yelled, hanging up. He's such an ass. Ugh. Fuck him and his perfect little eye lashes, and his beautiful, beautiful eyes, his red lips and- no niall! Shut up.

"God I need sleep" I muttered to myself, brushing my teeth and walking to my room, plopping down on my bed, closing my eyes.

If Zayn is coming then he won't be here for like, another 30 minutes. But I bet he's not.

Fuck him!
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