Maybe I'm the Wrong You Like

iv.

(a/n: Thank you for all of you out there still reading this. :) And also my previous work. This update is for you guys. :))

I seriously have almost given up on here because I have no idea how to get more people to read my works but I thought, I started doing this because of my love for ziall and well, readers or no, the least I can do is try to finish this story. 

I haven't been updated on 1D for a while (except for the big one where zayn left. :( and he actually shaved his hair (well he can pull it off, obvs.) but...we'll get through this. And, for the record, i still love and believe in ziall. :) ) 

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Three days. It took three effin' days to crack Zayn. 

Louis was almost worried he's losing his touch. By the end of the second day, he was so exasperated and annoyed that he was tempted to stab the guy's neck with a pen and watch his blood flow in a trajectory. Give a new meaning to fountain pen and all. 

It was Harry's soothing drawl and words of encouragement (If there's anyone who can do it, it's you Boo. I love you. You can do it.) that hardened his determination. The thing is, if he wasn't so invested in his friends' lives already, he wouldn't bother doing this at all. As it is, he just wants all of them to be happy. As happy as he is with Harry. Because when you're in love and the one you love loves you back just as much, you want the people closest to you to experience the same happiness you feel from the mere presence of that person.  

And even if it took him three days to do it, he still did it, didn't he? Now, he just hoped that in the last 72 hours since they convened, nothing drastic has changed.

When he called Harry to say that "I finally did it, love."He expected his boyfriend to actually be ecstatic. Instead, what he got was, "We might be too late, boo."