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

We Don't Deserve This (chap.17)

{Zayn's P.O.V. }

It had been days since I'd last seen Niall, in some ways I'm glad, it pains me so much to see him after what he's done to me. But it's just as painful to see what he's become, he's certainly not the Niall I loved, he's skinny, pale, and just plain out of it. He's just a shell of the Niall we once knew.

I knew I needed to sat something to him while I had the chance. "Niall I-"

"Shut up, Zayn."

We sat there in utter silence, nobody wanted to say anything in fear of Niall biting their heads off.

Then Niall shakily stood up. "None of you understand do you? You think this is all my fault! Well, I can assure you it's not, but of course none of you would really believe who caused all this since in your minds he's perfect!"

We all looked at him confused- no Liam wasn't confused...he was...was guilty looking you could say. At that point Liam stood and left without a word. Louis opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out.

"That's right, run you coward! This is all your fault!", Niall called after him. Then he to left, though not as silently as Liam since he was sobbing loudly.

That left me, Harry, and Louis to sit and stare at eachother, Louis was curled into Harry's side; it was obvious he was upset about his plan not going as well as he planned.

~*~*~*~*~

I laid in the hotel bed, back pressed against Liam, it felt so wrong with him. I needed Niall, but obviously he didn't even want me, much less need me.

"Zayn?"

I jumped a bit at the sudden sound. "Yeah, Liam?"

"I-I need to tell you something, but you can't be mad okay?"

This wasn't going to be good, but I obviously had to find out. "Sure."

He rolled over and faced me, then took a shaky breath and began,"Okay so...you obviously know how I feel about you, right?" I nodded my head. "Well, I needed to be able to show you that and...the only way to do that was to get you all to myself. Which involved you and Niall breaking up."

I knew where this was headed and I didn't like it.

"So... I went to management, specifically Walter and told him that I was going to quit the band if he didn't make you guys break up."

Yeah, you know that thing where I said I knew where this was going...I was completely wrong.

I felt my face heat up as I clenched my fists, and began breathing heavily,"You've got to be kidding me! Do you know how hurt I was because of this? Do you know everything you've put me and Niall through? All for a little time with me! I thought you really cared about me, since you tried to help me through all this crap, when really you caused it all!"

Liam looked at me through teary eyes, which on any other day would've pained me to see, but after what he'd just told me I felt like he deserved it.

"Zayn, you said you wouldn't be mad!"

I jumped out of the bed and turned to face him,"Yeah! That was before you told me you completely ruined my perfect relationship!"

"Zayn I-"

"Shut up Liam, you've done enough," and with that I walked out, leaving him speechless.

{Niall's P.O.V.}

I sat on the plush, luxurious couch in my lonely hotel room, with a beer in hand and couple more empty bottles scattered about the room. How was a supposed to cope with this? How am I supposed to fix all of this when I can't even tell anyone?

Even with my mind numbed with alcohol, I was still fully aware of all the emotions and thoughts swirling around in my head. So, I decided it was time for my other stress reliever.

I headed towards the bathroom, not bothering to even close the door since I was the only one in the room. It's a bad habit I know, but I guess you can blame Zayn for bringing it into my life. I mean when your around something so much it's inevitable that eventually you'll get sucked in to it too.

After making a few new cuts on my forearm I began to feel a bit more relaxed, that was until I heard a knock on the door. Who wanted to bother me at such a late hour, not to mention I thought I had made it pretty clear earlier that I did not want to talk to anyone.

I heard a knock again,"Gimmie a sec, God!" I dug around in the linen closet until I found a towel to wipe off the bit of blood on my arm, then I stumbled into the living room towards the door, not even bothering to pick up the bottles that were all around. I was feeling really light headed from being drunk and the loss of blood, and just as I reached for the door I realized I didn't have any long sleeves on.

"Just one more minute!" I called, to whoever it was that was causing me all this trouble.

I returned with a simple gray pullover on then, after what I guessed was about 5 minutes, I finally opened the door.

I was greeted by the person I expected to see the least and before I knew what was happening I felt his lips crash onto mine, it soothed all the pain I was feeling just a fraction of a second before. I melted.

We pulled apart,"Zayn?" I grabbed his cheeks in my hands,"Why are you here?"

He looked at me for a second before saying,"What? I can't see my boyfriend?"

{Liam's P.O.V.}

"Louis?" I half called half cried again. Then the door swung open.

He let out a slight gasp,"Aw Liam! What's wrong, babe?"

Then Harry appeared looking slightly annoyed, I guess I might've interrupted something.

"C'mon Liam," he ushered me inside,"Harry make him a cup of tea and while you're at it, get the ice cream and some spoons out."

We sat down on the couch as I sobbed quietly, and listened to Harry bang around in the kitchen before coming out with everything in hand. He sat the tea and ice cream on the coffee table in front of us and sat down on the other side of me.

They both held me until I quieted down, which seemed like hours.

Louis sighed,"So what's going on Liam? I've never seen you like this before, and don't even think about doing the silent treatment because you won't leave this room until I know the truth." He sounded so stern.

"Z-Zayn left me." Harry rubbed my back, while Louis looked at me sympathetically.

"Why'd he leave? There has to be a reason."

"Well, I kinda-"

Then Niall burst in looking like he was ready to beat me to a pulp.

"So the truth finally comes out! So glad you could stop being such a selfish little bastard!"

Then he bolted towards me and I felt his fist connect with my jaw. I fell to the ground, only to have Niall to jump on me and start pounding away.

"Oh my god!" Zayn appeared and ran towards Niall to pull him off me,"Ya know I should just let him keep beating you." He spat, which I think hurt more than the punches Niall had just thrown.