For The Love Of Niall: Niam

Chapter 9: Could Be A Beautiful Mistake

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It hadn't even been that many hours since they headed off to sleep and Harry found himself awake. He couldn't possibly find peace, even in the slumber world, when everything was falling apart. One side of his brain was telling him to march back in that room and give Louis every reason to stay with him, that he didn't mean any harm by what he did at dinner, and that he was willing to go the extra mile to prove that Louis was the only person he was in love with. The other side of his brain was far more curious than he would have liked it to be and it was steering him in Zayn's direction. Every thought that surrounded the older boy just yelled trouble; however, Harry couldn't help, but to think about him sometimes. He still didn't have it quite figured out. Was it lust? Love? Was it sympathy or just an attraction? He couldn't have possibly fallen in love with him if he had just spent the past few hours crying and weeping over Louis. Sadly, he knew that's where his heart belonged. If there was ever a time when he went astray and ran into the arms of another, he would always return to Louis, at the end of the day.

That part of his brain that yearned for Zayn's affection and attention was dominating and Harry simply couldn't deny it any longer. So, it was settled; he carefully climbed over Niall, stretching his limbs as far as they could go, without waking the blond up, then shuffled towards the door. Upon opening it, he made his way up the small set of stairs that kept the lovebirds segregated from the rest. The objects in the hallway had their shadows casted upon the walls and the rest nearly shrouded in darkness. He could see Zayn's door in the near-distance and there was a small, flashing, blue light under the door, indicating that they television may still be on, and that Zayn may or may not still be woke. Either way, Harry continued to walk until he reached the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob, but, before turning it, he looked in the direction of his and Louis' room, still pondering his first option. Louis would probably just kick him out again or grow more frustrated until he finally just called the whole relationship off. Harry couldn't wrap his mind around how two years of being in love, and all the worse things they've dealt with...how could something such as this just end them? Why hadn't it taken place before? Zayn had always been around.

Harry sighed, then turned the doorknob, pushing the door open quietly. He slid through the reasonable amount of space he had given himself, then closed it, gently. He let out another sigh, heart pounding in his chest. One part of him felt like he was being sneaky and suspicious about the whole thing; however, he kept reminding himself that Zayn was still his best mate, whether they were into each other or not. He should have the right to talk to him whenever he wanted. Then again, Louis had every right to be upset, but Harry knew he wasn't going to be reasonable about it, nor would he compromise because that's how Louis was - just stubborn. Harry turned around, the flashing lights from the television illuminating on his face. Soft snores escaped from Zayn's mouth, chest rising up and down in a steady pace. He was peacefully sleeping and it could've had a lot to do with the talk he had with Niall. Now, here Harry was, attempting to push him another step backwards, whether he knew it or not. Maybe he was too late, figuring out how Zayn felt about him, and maybe it was Zayn who he was meant to be with. Aforementioned, Louis was his first; but did that mean he would be the last? Things weren't looking that way, now.

Harry made his way over to the bed, feeling overwhelmed and confused about his next move, yet unashamed for being there in the first place. He knelt down besides the bed, picked the remote up off the floor, then turned the television off. Instantly, Zayn's head snapped up, groaning a little and yawning. He opened his eyes, adjusting to the darkness, while still being able to see a figure in front of him. "Harry, what are you doing here? It's - " He looked towards the alarm clock, near the bed. " - only two in the morning."

"I was just checking on you, is all." Harry mumbled, trying to be as quiet as possible. Immediately, Zayn's walls went up again. He tried to remember back on his conversation with Niall - about how he should spend the rest of their trip venturing off, doing his own thing, and meeting someone else, even if it's all just temporary. This was the first time he and Harry had been alone, since they've been here and, to make matters worse, since what happened at the restaurant. Not only didn't he trust Harry, at the moment, but he didn't trust himself. Every piece of advice Liam and Niall gave him could have gone out the window in the blink of an eye and it'll push him a few steps back. He would never get over the curly-haired lad, at this point.