Too Much To Ask.zh.

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Chapter Twenty- Sober days

After Harry had went out that day for a meeting with a friend at a bar, Niall was alone with George who was on his lap, sleeping soundly. He looked down at the baby, smiling softly as the long eyelashes of the crittle fluttered, his son was growing up, it's been a little over a few months since the little angel barged into his life and he couldn't been more happy.

Niall soon stood up after one last glance at the clock to predict Harry's arrival, leaving George asleep on the small coach, after hearing the doorbell. The blue eyed man opened the door, staring into the brown eyes that he know so well. Zayn reeked of alcohol. "Zayn." He sighed but let his visitor in anyways. Zayn felt the fervid feeling of the familiar abhorrance for himself as he stared at the tired blonde jn front of it. His eyes left Niall, but instead they scanned the house he was not used to seeing. The furnitures were normal and right in the corner of the room was a crib with a baby monitor attached near it and Zayn almost immediately knew what it held inside.

Niall was quiet as he pulled a drunk, unbalanced man into the living room. "You'll have to go home soon. Just right after you sobered up." Zayn fell back onto himself almost as if he had lost his backbone to hold himself up and Niall sighed, contemplating within himself to get Zayn into a cab or just let him crash on the couch.

"You're pretty." Zayn mumbled even though his words seemed blurred out and he didnt seemed to be geting to what he really meant. It was fine because he was hazy and dazy and he won't remember half of it the next morning anyway.

Zayn opened his eyes again and this time it landed on the small baby blue crib in the corner of the room, "Can I hold him?" He asked, so soft, so hoplessly. Niall sighed but nodded, and brought the sleeping baby to him.

Zayn held George like holding any harder would break the baby. George's eyes fluttered awake and they stared at Zayn in pure confusion, the older human smiled, hands reaching out to softly, very, very softly carress the baby's cheeks. George had a small smile on his face, and a giggle escaping his lips as he leaned his cheeks into Zayn's hands.

The raven haired man cooed at the baby, his baby. This was all he ever wanted in his life, having his baby in his hand and Niall standing there with a pleased smile on his face. Like how it was meant to be, like how they were meant to be, a family. George had fall back to sleep, small eyes fluttering like he was having a nice dream, sleeping soundly without a care given in the world, something Niall wished he could be every night as he went to bed, but instead what he does is surrounding himself with the darkness of his room and rethink about everything in life he'd done wrong.

"Zayn, you have to leave." Niall said, letting the words leave his mouth even though he doesn't want to word them out, this is in all morality what he should do. Zayn shook his head, softly placing the baby back on it's bed and he looked up at Niall, mumbling those drunken inchorent words that Niall failed to comprehand and understand. "I-I don't want to. . . don't want to leave you again, Ni. Don't wanna. . ." Zayn hiccuped, finding it hard to balance himself as he walked towards the blonde man, "'Don't wanna hurt you again."

Niall didn't know how things happened, but he will never forget the way Zayn's lips moved against his own.

After Zayn had left, Niall sat down on the couch, staring at the walls and just contemplating the things that he had done not less than an hour ago. He remembered entirely how Zayn's lips moved on his own, remember how he felt when he pushed himself off of the man and told him to just go away. He knew that it was probably wrong, that the damned kiss wasn't supposed to feel so right, yet is so wrong. He had now unpotentially cheated on Harry.

The front door cracked open and Harry came in, face red and eyes bloodshot. Niall wondered if today is Drunk Guy day; because he don't remember getting any invitation to the events before. That was pure sarcasm. Niall chuckled under his breath at his own thoughts and he walked towards the drunk man who was just staring off into the distance with giggles leaving his mouth.

"How much did he even drink?" Niall grumbled after he, difficultly, dragged Harry's body to their bedroom. "Just a notch, babe." Harry smiled, pulling Niall onto his lap and the blonde sighed, turning around in Harry's lap. "Harry, let me go, I have to take care of the George."

"Harry you need a cuppa." Niall sighed, trying to get out of the boy's vice like grip.

"Harry I-

"Please, Ni. I. . .I just want you to act like you're in love with me, like I'm the one you truly wants."

"Har-"

"Please?" Harry sobbed, and Niall could feel tears on his neck. He sighed, wrapping his arm around the taller boy. "Haz, boo, why would you say that? You're fine, okay? I love you. You're the best thing that had ever happened to me. And honestly, you've been there for me my whole life and I love you. You've always been there for me and I don't know why I would want anything else more than your company."

"Yeah?" Harry replied, sobering up a little.

"Yes, Harry." Niall smiled, cupping Harry's cheeks as he gave it a light peck. "Now. . . go to sleep you knacker."

Harry fell asleep moments later, and Niall just sat there beside the sleeping boy. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he let out a shaky breath as he stood up, he felt weak all of the sudden, like there was something weighing him down, something pulling him in. He wished that Zayn would he done with him now; and had not left him with a kiss that'll leave him wanting more. Zayn's always trouble, but it was a trouble that Niall will forever want.

The blonde sighed, covering his eyes with the palm of his hands as he sat in the living room, a cup of wine in his hands. Is this what he had become? Has he resulted to drinking like it got a damn thing to do with anything that is happening in his life? Niall gulped down the third cup of wine, staring at the clock above the TV to see that it was 4 in the morning. The blue eyed boy let out a chuckle, not quite drunken but sad. Full of feelings and full of sorrow. His chuckles soon turned into soft cries, and Niall sat there, crying into the dusk.

He just wished everything would end.