Light On {Niam Love Story}

Twenty-Three. [Part Three]

A/N: Dedicated to my brother, Clayton Lynn Del Zotto, because I miss him more than I could ever miss anyone else. The song for this chapter is Don't Fall Asleep at the Helm by Sleeping With Sirens. I love all of you, and thank you for all of the support so far.x;

"I'll close my eyes and dream of days when I wasn't all alone."

If there was one thing that could ever make Harry see sense, it was Zayn kissing another male.  

And, yeah, Harry had been snogging with Louis right in front of him, but this was - somehow - different. Harry felt like he had just been stabbed.  

"Zayn..." he whispered, and Niall and Zayn broke away. Niall hadn't kissed him - he had only been standing there, confused and a bit disoriented. Zayn was glaring at his ex-boyfriend, his eyes watering slightly. He was heart-broken, and Harry didn't even care. "Zayn...I thought you loved me...why don't you love me?"

 Zayn scoffed, "Don't play that shit with me, Harry. It's pathetic."

"I'm pathetic? Take a look at you."

The tension rose between the two, and anyone watching could understand why these two broke up in the first place. They had never been a happy couple, really, but they had loved each other and at the time it had been enough.  

"You have no right to say that about me," Zayn countered, a sharp tone underlying his otherwise cracking voice. You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but he was so close to hitting his breaking point and collapsing into tears. "You're the one who fucked it up."  

"Maybe if you were a better boyfriend," Harry cut in, playing the card that he knew Zayn couldn't stand. He knew it made him cry. "I wouldn't have had to."  

Zayn twitched, but he couldn't break in front of Harry - that's what he wanted.  

"I've never done anything to you," Zayn spoke calmly, one eyebrow arched. "You're the one who always needed to put your mouth to work."  

Harry snapped, and grabbed the vintage lamp from the coffee table. He stumbled back a little, cocked it up in his left hand, and held it as if he were going to throw it. At this point, Louis had jumped up from his spot on the couch and tried to grab at Harry. Niall twitched, ready to stand in front of Zayn or knock him out of the way, if he need be.  

But Zayn wasn't afraid of Harry, and he never has been. "Go ahead, throw it if it will make you feel better. You've just nothing else to fuck up, anyways. You've already ruined us."  

Harry shook as he spoke, "You were never worth my time. All while we were together, I was with Louis, too. I never loved you."  

"That makes two of us, then."   Zayn grabbed Niall by the bend of his elbow, and dragged him out of the house. He heard Harry scream at him as he slammed the door, but he didn't care. He brought Niall over to his bright red camry, and they both got in.  

Zayn sighed out loud, and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles started to turn white. He was aware of his mate's eyes on him.  

"I hate him," Zayn growled, mostly to himself, but Niall still heard. "I hate him."    

 "You have a right to."

Zayn looked over at Niall, who was staring out the window intently, even though there was nothing out there. The look on his face was hard to read, and that was a tad bit unnatural - most of the time, Niall was like an open book. There was never any pretending involved. Zayn thought that there might be now.

He leaned back in his seat, gaze still on Niall. He sighed, "What are you thinking about?"

"Me?" Niall asked, finally looking over. Zayn thought that it should be obvious, but he just nodded. "Oh, nothing in particular."