Prove Me Wrong (Ziall side Larry)

ix.

Over the next few weeks, they developed a routine.

They’d meet after Niall’s shift, eat and talk and play 10 questions, among other things. As Zayn got to know more about his Irish boyfriend, he can’t help but fall in love a bit more.

One particular afternoon, Niall had a sudden craving for something sweet and Zayn steered them in a coffee shop that sells these amazing cakes and pastries, hun.  I’m sure you’d like them.

“Okay. Last question for today, Niall,” Zayn said as he sipped his coffee.

Niall swallowed the last of his cake slice as he said, “Right. So, this has been bothering me for a while and I just need to get this out. Okay?” At Zayn’s nod, he continued, “why are you with me? I mean, I know we sort of talked about it that first day. It’s just, what is it that you actually like about me? Can’t be all about the face, can it? Not that I’m not a looker because I totally am.” He said as he smiled mischievously.

Zayn laughed. “You’re a catch, babe. No doubt about that. As for why I’m with you? I don’t know. I mean, I guess I liked you back then because you were a mystery. Like, who’s this pale boy with bleached blonde hair and clear blue eyes with a loud laugh and poor coordination skills?”

“I’ll have you know that I have perfect control of my body. Except for when you were around,” Niall huffed.

“Well, I know that now. Anyway, it’s what made me…attracted to you. Then, you went and did that thing you did and you were so brave and cute and I just had to have you, you know?”

“Go on, Z.”

“But I can’t because I’ve hurt you when I just stood there and looked at you. In my defense, I was shocked.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And then fast forward to a few weeks ago when I saw you walking down the street and all these feelings came rushing back and I just wanted you to give me a chance to talk. And then we did talk and every day I find out things about you that makes me just want to have this, you, for as long as I can.”

Niall reached out and clasped Zayn’s hands in his own. “I want this too.”

“Ni. I still have my last question.”

“What is it?”

“Will you play something for me? I haven’t heard you play your guitar.”

“Okay.”

So they left the shop and went to Niall’s (and LouisandHarry’s) apartment. Zayn sat on the couch as Niall went to retrieve his guitar.

“What do you want me to play?”

“Whatever you feel like playing’s fine.”

Niall thought for a while and then. “Got it.” He started strumming and then,

“The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful

Stop me and steal my breath.

And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky

Never revealing their depth.

Tell me that we belong together,

Dress it up with the trappings of love.

I'll be captivated,

I'll hang from your lips,

Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

I'll be your crying shoulder,

I'll be love's suicide

I'll be better when I'm older,

I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

And rain falls angry on the tin roof

As we lie awake in my bed.

You're my survival, you're my living proof.

My love is alive and not dead.

Tell me that we belong together.

Dress it up with the trappings of love.

I'll be captivated,

I'll hang from your lips,

Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above”

“How’s that?” he asked as he carefully put his guitar down and looked expectantly at Zayn.

Zayn, who at the moment can’t seem to locate his voice, pressed forward and kissed Niall so hard they fell on the couch, Niall beneath him. When they finally parted, Niall breathlessly asked, “does that mean you liked it?”

“I loved it.” Then he proceeded to kiss his boyfriend senseless.