End Of The Day [A Niall Horan & Haylor Fanfiction]

Talk With Zayn

A/N: Hey everyone just wanted to let you know that in the last chapter where Harry supposedly told Taylor about why the guys were all mad at him, well there's more to it. . .Which I'm going to get to in this chapter, but I wanted to get some of Courtney and Niall in to, even though the next chapter will probably center around them. Thx and enjoy this chapter!!!!

Oh and congrats to Zayn for PILLOWTALK! Absolutely love that song, bought it as soon as it came out and can't stop listening to it.

Courtney's POV

I sit on the couch next to Niall, his strong, warm arm wrapped around my shoulders. Louis and Liam just went to Liam's room to play video games and Taylor went to the "bathroom" but I'm almost positive that she's really making out with Harry. That leaves me and Niall alone in the sitting room. Neither of us have spoken, we're just sitting here in a slightly awkward silence.

"So. . .do you wanna snack?" Niall asks after a while.

"Sure," I say and he gets up and walks into the kitchen, returning a minute later with a bag of potato chips.

He rips the bag open, almost spilling it and places it on his lap before grabbing the remote and flicking on the TV. Then he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. This moment is perfect.

This whole day (well half of the day) has been perfect really. I mean it started off badly, but as soon as I met Niall it began to turn good again. The boys are all amazing.Taylor is amazing and I hope that I get to see more of her soon. And right now there's no place I'd rather be.

One Day Later
Taylor's POV

I stand at the door to Zayn's suite. I've already knocked several times and he's just not answering it. I'm starting to wonder if he's even in there.

I let out an exasperated sigh and just as I'm about to bring my knuckles down on the door again, it swings open and my fist comes in contact with Zayn's chest instead.

"Nice to see you again too, Taylor," Zayn says, smirking as he moves aside to let me in.

"Yeah, yeah," I mutter, seating myself on his couch.

"Sooo. . .you and Hazza?" Zayn asks, smirking.

"There's no "me and Hazza"," I mutter, "I just- I think that you should talk to them. They all miss you, I can tell. I'm not asking you to rejoin One Direction or anything, you deserve a chance at a solo career. I just think that it would be a good thing for everyone if you all just made up,"

"It's not as easy as that," Zayn says, his grin fading from his face.

"Is this about that argument you had with Harry? Because he's really sorry about what he did. . . . ." I trail off before adding, "What did he do?"

Zayn lets out a sigh and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Seriously Zayn? Inside? I'm sitting right here," I say, scooting away from him a little.

"It's my suite," Zayn points out, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag before leaning towards me and blowing out the smoke right in my face.

I coughed, I mean seriously how does he breathe that shit in? I glare at him.

"The least you could do is have little respect. I don't care if you're not in One Direction anymore, it doesn't mean that you can start being a jerk! I mean seriously Zayn, there was no reason for that! Are you sure it was Harry that started the whole fight thing?"

"Well. . .it was kinda both of us. . . ." Zayn admits trailing off guiltily, taking another drag.

"Please tell me what happened Zayn," I say. I really want to find out what happened, but I also really want to get out of Zayn's smoke reeking suite.

Zayn let out a sigh and begins speaking, "Over the years, the fame as been getting to Harry's head. Surprising huh? 'Cause he was always the one that hated the word: famous. But he started to see that he could get away with things. That he could be a total jerk and people would still like him. This happened after you guys broke up, during the time that you were. . . .hooking up. Anyway, you weren't the only one he hooked up with. He slept with everyone, models, strippers, fans, random girls be picked up off the side of the road or in a bar.

"He never seemed happy though. . .I knew that he wasn't truly happy and that he knew that what he was doing was wrong. He only ever seemed truly happy after a night with you.

"There's more though, everything about him changed. He stopped treated us like we're his friends, he treated the fans with indifference, as if he really doesn't care about them. It just kept getting worse and worse, until I snapped, I couldn't take it anymore and I yelled at him.

"He told me that he didn't care what I thought and that I couldn't tell him what to do with my life before going on to say that I- that I should just leave the band. . . .Niall, Liam, and Louis heard the whole thing,"

I just sit there for several moments, trying to wrap my head around the fact that Harry was more changed than I thought. More changed then he let me think.

"Was he the reason you left?" I ask quietly, fearing the answer.

"No, I really just wanted to pursue a solo career. . .there's more though. 1D has more secrets then people think. . . .and it's been getting hard to keep them. So I guess the stress and stuff may have been part of the reason, not Harry though. . ." Zayn trails off and I eye him suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" I ask, wondering if I actually want to know the answer. Zayn takes a long drag from his cigarette and exhaling deeply. I wrinkle my nose, but remain silent. So does he.

"What do you mean?" I repeat.

"It's really not my secret to tell. . . .." he says.

"Do I really look like I give a fuck?" I ask. I'm swearing more today then I have in the past year.

"Taylor. . .you should really be asking Harry and Louis not me. . .I probably don't even know the half of it,"

"Then tell me the half you do know, Zayn," I say, "You can trust me," I add more quietly.

"Fine. . . ." he relents. I smile cheerfully at him and he just rolls his eyes.

"You're probably not going to like it," Zayn smirks, "It's gonna be a complete shock. . ."

"Just. Tell, Me,"

"At one point, during our first world tour. . .Harry and Louis kind of had something going on," Zayn says, the smirk still glued to his face.

Okay, so now I'm lost.

"What?" I ask, raising a brow.

"Kind of like what you and Harry have now when I think about it. . .or at least what you had a few months ago. . . ."

It takes a few moments for his words to sink in, but when they do my jaw drops to the floor and I'm staring at Zayn with wide eyes.

"What. The. Fuck,"

"Yeah, well, they did do some of that," Zayn says cheekily. I shake my head, unable to think of anything except the fact that my ex Harry and one of my best friends Louis had a "thing". I'm not even sure if I believe it. . .I mean they're best friends. . .well at least they were. And if it is true. . .then how the hell did I not know? I spent so much time with them, how did it not slip out somehow?

"I- I've gotta get going, it was nice to see you again Zayn," I say before quickly standing up and hurrying out of his suite.

All I can think about is that the fans were right. There once was a Harry and Louis.

God 1D is so much more fucked up then I thought.

A/N: I know for a fact that hardly anyone saw that one coming. Thx for reading. I'm sorry that I haven't updated this or OT&OC lately, but I've been really depressed and stuff, so sorry. :)