I love him

Mine

*ZAYN'S POV*

I smile as Niall lays next to me. He's a great guy...but I don't know what my feelings are right now.

I sit up and go to the bathroom. I turn the facet on and cup my hands, splashing my face with the water. I grab a towel and wipe my soaking face. Now that I think about, it seems like we could work. I sigh at the thoughts in my head. This needs to stop. I clutch the doorknob and slowly twist it, not really prepared to see Niall sleeping.

I take a deep breath as I spot him. He must of taken his clothes off after I feel asleep because I realize they are sprawled around my room at the moment. His body is tucked under the blanket with the biggest smile on his face.

I look at the clock. 2:35 am. Why am I still up? I carefully take my shirt off and pull the blanket in my direction before laying on the bed. I cover my body and lay flat. I look over at my best friend. Time to stop thinking about him. As I begin to close my eyes, he opens is.

"Z?" That morning voice asks, his accent thick.

"Yeah?" I ask with a somewhat shaky breath.

"Can we talk?" He asks me. I can feel his eyes peering at me, so I oblige. I sit up and he follows suit. I don't want to make to much noise, but I'm starting to worry. He turns to face me, than crosses his legs.

"Well, I've been having some...uh..." he mutters.

"What?" I ask. He rubs his palms together and put on his snapback that he put on the bedside table. He takes it off and ruffles his hair, making me more nervous. Without thinking, I grab a hold of his hand. We set our intertwined hand I'm between us.

"Uh.." I say. I feel a blush start to take over my cheeks, and I wonder if he's blushing too. But I'm to embarrassed to look up. He cups my cheek, making our eyes lock.

"Thanks for being my friend." I say to him. We lock eyes. I don't know what to do. Am I gay? I need to find out.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, his voice still shaky. I nod a yes. We both lean in and press our lips together. It takes a few seconds for us to realize what's going on. I start to kiss him roughly, smiling once I realize he enjoys it. We pull away with a smile on our faces. It quickly fades once I realize someone's been watching our makeout session. His green eyes show nothing but pain.