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Zayn's POV
Okay. I swear. Last round. If he's not there then I'll leave. I've been roaming around for about thirty minutes now, he's got to be here somewhere. Hearing Niall's phone go off, I quickly grabbed it to see that it was a text from Greg. I opened it quickly and read it
'Got home safetly, don't worry, he's fine.'
Letting out a slight breath I smiled. he was fine. that was enough for me to know. though he'd probably get sick if he was out in the rain for a while. I should probably go there. but for what? what if he doesn't want to see me? I still want to make sure that he really is okay. Not that I don't believe Greg, but still. The phone. I'll use it as an excuse to go there. Great. I'm already half way there, so it won't take that long. Hopefully. Parking my car int he driveway, I slipped out and headed to the front door, knocking the door. It didn't take long before his mother opened up. "Oh. Hello there, Zayn" I smiled a bit forcefuly. Of course she knew me, we met a while ago, in the hospital; long story. "Here for Niall?" She asked with a smile as she let me in. Like who the hell would I be here for? I nodded before walking inside.
"Well, he's taking a shower, but you can join us for lunch if you want" She said right before Greg stepped in "Zayn.." He said looking me, obviously not pleased to see me. "Mum. The food." Greg said as his mother eyed the two of them before walking away. "I told you to give him sometime" Greg said with a low voice so his mother wouldn't hear. What. Now you're telling me I can't talk to him? "I just came by to give him his phone, thought he might need it" I said as I handed it to him "I'll make sure he gets it" Greg said before walking to the door and opening it and waited for me to get out. I stared at him for a moment before walking out. Trying to convince myself that he was just looking out for Niall. And right now I was the reason that Niall was upset. Walking to my car, I heard my name and looked back.
Niall's POV
Cracking the bathroom door open, I walked into my room with a clean towel wrapped around my torso. I shook my head slightly, letting my dripping hair get rid of the liquid before looking in the mirror at that bruise again; the one on my back. I felt slightly chilly and turned around to see the window open. Right. Last night Zayn had snuck out of his house to meet me. He probably forgot to close the window on the way out, and I was already asleep when he left. Shaking that thought off, I walked over to close it. Glancing outside, I saw a familiar car. His car; Zayn's car. My eyes lit up, my heart raced and I pulled a grin onto my face. He was here for me? I honestly couldn't be any happier right now. I saw the male walking back to his car, mum probably told him I was in the shower. "Zayn!" I called out, not even trying to hide the goofy grin on my face.
I watched as he looked back at the door confused, then look up at me. He smiled, and waved. HE SMILED. That means he didn't hate me, right? It was okay to jump into his arms, hug him and kiss him now, right? I quickly got away from the window, putting my pants on, not bothering with a shirt; it would've taken too long to choose a nice one. I ran down the stairs to the door. I saw Greg closing the door. Why wasn't he letting Zayn in? "Greg, wait" I said as I jumped at the last few steps and opened the door wide, a big smile on my face to be seeing Zayn again. "Z-Zayn?" I mumbled softly as I watched his car get out of my sight. He left? But, he smiled. And it wasn't a fake smile. I know the way he smiles. It was that heart-warming smile, that sends shivers down my spines.
"Nialler!" I heard mum call out, before I was out of my thoughts. I looked back at her. My eyes were puffy, tears standing at the edge of my eyelids, threatening to fall down. "Sweetie, what happened to your back?" She asked softly as she turned me around to examine it. As soon as she ran her hand on it, I winced. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore" I lied before walking upstairs. The hell it doesn't. But the last thing mum needed was to worry about this silly bruise, it was the least thing that hurt me today. "What about lunch?" She asked as I turned around to look at her. I let out a forceful one-sided smile "Not hungry" I said before walking to my room and locking it; something I didn't usually do. I flopped on my bed, face first on the pillow. Tears immediately made a small pound on my pillow. Why did he leave? I was dying to see him again. Touch him. Hug him.
