My Overprotective Best Friend: Zayn Malik (Niall Horan Short Story)

Chapter 3

Niall’s P.O.V.

            After I left Zayn’s flat, I ran across the hall to mine. I’ve never been comfortable flirting with girls, so I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when I was doing it with Zoey. As a singer in a popular band, a lot of people expect you to be this perfect person who always looks stunning, and knows exactly what to say in any and every situation…that’s not me. I grew up in a small town in the midlands of Ireland, not in Los Angeles, or New York, or the center of London. I still get nervous in front of girls, and Zoey is no exception. Zayn always talks about Zoey like she’s a goddess, and now I see why; she is absolutely beautiful. It made my jealous side calm, knowing that Zayn and Zoey were nothing more than friends.

Not that it’s ever happened to me before, but I can only imagine the pain I would have if Zoey and Zayn were dating. Already, I know I would be crushed. Being a “celebrity”, there are many girls that throw themselves at us, only wanting us for our money, but I don’t think this girl is like that. After all, she did know Zayn before we got famous.

“Niall!” a voice shouted, breaking me from my trance. I looked around my flat, and noticed that Louis, Harry, and Liam were all sitting next to me on my sectional couch.

“You guys shared the shit out of me,” I let out, holding onto my chest as I breathe heavily. And what do my so called best mates do; they laugh at me…sods. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry Nialler,” Harry laughed out. “We just thought you would have noticed that the lights were on in your flat.”

“Yeah, I just have a lot on my mind,” I admitted. “So what are you guys doing here?”

“Seriously?” Liam asked, giving me a look of worry.

“Yeah, why?” I counter, wondering why the three lads in front of me are looking at me like I’m crazy.

“Niall, we sent you across the hall to Zayn’s over an hour ago to check up on him, and see what’s been bugging him for the last couple of days,” Louis reminded me, obviously mad that I forgot already. Well, I didn’t exactly forget seeing as how I solved that problem.

“Oh sorry,” I apologize, not really putting any emotion behind it. It’s one of those apologies where you’re sorry, but you have a carefree feeling about it.

“So what was troubling him?” Liam asked, getting back on track with things.

“He was just a little nervous about Zoey coming to stay with him for the summer,” I explained. “Plus he was nervous that we wouldn’t like Zoey.”

“Doesn’t he know that any friend of his is a friend of ours?” Louis asked, confused and a little hurt by Zayn’s feelings.

“Yeah, he just needed a friendly reminder of it,” I told him, and the other boys started to smile. “And she’s extremely nice, so I know we’re going to get along just fine.”

“You met her already?” Liam asked, seeming to be curious, and I nodded. “Well what is she like?”

“Is she fit?” Harry interrupted before I could answer Liam’s question. At the mere thought of Zoey, I could feel my cheeks faintly blushing. That’s one thing about being Irish…our skin is so pale that at the slightest embarrassment, we turn as red as a tomato. All three boys started laughing at my embarrassment, making me even flusher. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I decided to be the bigger person, and ignore Harry, and answer Liam’s question instead, although like Harry said, I did kind of answer his question already.

“She’s extremely nice,” I answer, ignoring the look that Harry and Louis exchange with each other. “We only talked for a few minutes, but I like her.”