Teardrops on My Guitar [Ziall] ~On Hold~

Chapter 12

[A/N] Hey!! I decide to update earlier than I usually would cause it's the last day of the March break!!! D; This is an unedited chapter! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

Dedicated to @CockyBoysLatest cause she wrote the most amaziall fic ever. Go check it out! I literally cried when I read it okay. The title is [P.s I Still Love You Niall]

I also want to thank every single one of you that's reading this fic!! I cannot express how happy you've made me when I saw that I'm over 5800 reads for this fic!!! Wow. Never would I have thought that anyone would like to read my fic, and here I am with 5800 reads!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH OKAY??

I've said too much, please proceed to enjoy the fic. Sorry if it's too short!

[Niall's POV]

I woke in up a strange room to find a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I was confused and scared. Where am I? Memories of last night came flooding in, and I felt tears pricking my eyes.

"Oh hey, you're awake," a groggy voice sounded from behind.

I slowly pulled out of Daniel's embrace and sat at the edge of the bed. "Mornin'."

"Sorry I used you as a bolster last night," Daniel apologised as he sat up and stretched.

"I should be the one apologising for imposing on you like that," I mumbled.

"Nah, it's cool. A friend in need is a friend indeed. Besides, how many people can turn down having Niall Horan in their bed?" he winked. "I'm gonna take a shower. Help yourself to breakfast in the kitchen. You could use the bathroom after I'm done, oh, and if you want you could use some of my clothes."

"Thank you," I managed to say before he closed the door to the bathroom behind him.

I couldn't express how grateful I was to him. I mean like, holy shit I just met you like a week ago and you're letting me stay over at your house and share clothes and food with me.

I was still dressed in yesterday's clothes for the fansigning, a shirt and sweats, and I think I smelt a little. Not wanting to eat anything just yet, I proceeded to pull out my phone and check my texts. Sure enough, I had about two missed calls from Liam and a couple of texts from him and Louis. Nothing from Zayn though. He was probably busy with Perrie, I reasoned with myself. Besides, my exit from dinner yesterday looked more like an escape to a date then running away from reality and pain.

Taking this time, I began to observe my surroundings. Daniel's flat was a pretty chique two-bedroom that was obviously meant for two people to share. I had a great view of London from his bedroom window, and the way the doors were placed gave this flat a spacious feel. I would probably choose to live in a flat like this if I were to be living alone, having the second room as a music room or something. Surprisingly, the apartment was very clean. Heck, he even had a laundry basket outside his bathroom! Okay, well, I have a laundry basket too but like the clothes are everywhere but in the basket.

"Hey, you didn't eat yet?" Daniel asked as the bathroom doors opened, revealing him fully dressed and hair dripping, a towel hanging around his neck.

"That was fast," I commented, ignoring his question.

"Haha yes. You could use the shower now while I go fix up something for breakfast. I have a day off, so take as long as you want."

"Thanks mate," I said before hitting the showers. Five minutes later, I came out fresher and clothed in Daniel's clothes that I had took the liberty to borrow, a simple pair of faded jeans and a Ramones shirt.