Maybe I'm the Wrong You Like

xi.

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Liam is on the phone with Louis.

"He really likes Niall. I think maybe he's in love with him."

"I think so too, Li. And Haz said Niall's been really chirpy and happy these days. Always blushing when he asks about Zayn."

"So, are we going to tell them?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."

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"I'm sorry but...I don't like you like that, Niall. I'm sorry that I led you on. But this, this whole thing...it doesn't mean anything. Not to me."

Niall ran into the direction of his dorm and breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted it. He fumbled for a while because his hands were shaking but he finally was able to open it. He shut the door and intended to run straight to his bed to bawl his eyes out but he didn't even have the energy to stand anymore. He slipped behind the door and sobbed.

How can he be so stupid? Just because Zayn spends time with him and has been nice and sweet to him ever since that day they started hanging out doesn't mean he likes Niall. Just because Zayn looks at him like he's precious doesn't mean he is. And just because Zayn looks at Niall like he adores him doesn't mean he does.

But Niall didn't know all those. And he let himself fall for the walking, breathing, Greek god on earth and he should have known that people like Zayn weren't made for people like Niall.

As Niall curled into a fetal position, all he could think of was, You've been played, Niall. You've been played good.

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Zayn dragged himself home and ignored the incessant and painful throbbing of his heart. He did this to himself and he deserved all the pain he's feeling right now.

He does, but Niall doesn't.

And he didn't mean to hurt Niall. The look on his face crushed him but his twisted mind thought that if he hurt Niall, then he'd turn to Harry and Harry will have Liam take care of Niall and they'd fall in love. Eventually.

And Zayn would wither away, forgotten and hated. And he would have earned it. Because he was a prick and a douche and an ass. And he'll take it all because they couldn't possibly hate him more than he hates himself.

He has to fix Niall somehow. Someone has to know how despicable he is that he could break an angel like Niall.

So, amid the tears and the self loathing, he reached for his phone and called Liam.

Liam. Who will surely be able to fix Niall. Liam whom Niall should have fallen for in the first place.

And Zayn was going to do that. Even if it meant ripping his own heart out, it didn't matter. It didn't matter because when you're already a big ball of hurt, one more punch to the gut didn't do that much damage.