Just A Game ♡ Ziall

Chapter 3: Another Asshole

Zayn’s POV

                I took in a deep breath as I approached the coffee shop. There was just something telling me that Niall was there, considering the fraternity members reserved the café as their own private hangout spot. As I opened the door I spotted Niall sitting alone at one of the tables. Stay calm and everything will go over well, I tried to tell myself as I took in a deep breath. I gathered up every bit of courage that I had inside of me as I confidently walked up to the table, sitting down at the empty across from him.

                “You were right. Our paths were bound to cross once again.” I announced as I flashed him a warm smile.

                Something just didn’t feel right as I began to scan Niall’s face, searching for any sign of emotion. The happy and cocky Niall that I had ran into before was not the boy that was sitting in front of me. Instead, Niall looked frustrated and worried—which struck a great deal of concern in me. I had never seen the boy like this before. Instead of answering me back with a witty or sarcastic remark, he just stared down at the coffee in front of him.

                “Niall… are you alright?” I tilted my head to the side slightly as I reached out and gently touched his hand that rested on the table.

                Almost instantly, Niall drew his hand back away from mine—a scowl appearing on his face. “Don’t you have something better to be doing, Zayn?”

                My heart began to sink down into my chest as I heard his harsh tone of voice. It seemed that all the courage that I had worked up to even sit down near him was all for nothing. My tongue was tied and I couldn’t even manage to reply without sounding like a complete and utter fool. I opened my mouth and the words didn’t seem to come out. Niall gave me one last glance over before he stood up and picked up his drink, leaving the café. What had I done to cause Niall to just completely brush me off? With I sigh I quickly stood up from the table and exited the café, heading towards my dorm building as fast as my legs could carry me. When I entered Harry and I’s room, Harry’s head popped up and a smile spread onto his lips.

                “How did things go with Niall?” Harry asked, curiosity heightening in his voice.

                A sigh escaped me as I flopped onto my bed face first, shaking my head as I buried my head into my pillow. “It didn’t, can we just not talk about it?”

                There was no reply on Harry’s end, only silence. I assumed that he lacked a proper response in this case. Hell, I didn’t even know what to say about the way Niall was acting. But, one thing that I knew for sure is that there was definitely something wrong with him.

* * * Timeskip * * *

                “Zayn, wake up!”

                My eyes quickly fluttered open to see Harry standing next to my bed, a look of panic on his face. An involuntary sigh escaped my lips as I rolled over and took a look at the clock on my bedside table. It was 8 in the morning. What could he possibly be so jumpy about at 8 on a Saturday morning? I slowly sat up in bed and began to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

                “What is it Harry? Is something wrong?” While I was concerned for him, my voice seemed to lack any emotion at this point.

                Harry nervously shifted back and forth on his feet as he bit down on his bottom lip. “I have to show you something, but I really don’t think you’re gonna like this. Get dressed.”

                Now I was definitely curious. What was so important that I actually had to leave the dorm to see this early? With a yawn I slipped out of my warm bed and shuffled over to the closet. It only took five minutes for me to pull on a loose v-neck and jeans. Once I was dressed I nodded and motioned for Harry to lead the way. I had no clue where we were going as I followed him out of the dorm room to outdoor corridor. It wasn’t until I noticed the lot of pink flyers taped up that I realized that this was what Harry wanted to show me. My heart sank as my eyes scanned over the paper, realizing exactly what they were.

                On the flyers there was a copy of the entry I had written in my journal about Niall and my feelings for him with the words ‘Zayn the Faggot’ written above it. They were obviously not meant for anyone else to see and yet here they were for the entire school to view.

                “Zayn, who could have possibly done this?” Harry asked, placing his hand upon my shoulder in a comforting manner.

                There was only one person who could have possibly done this and it was Niall himself. But, why? What did he get out of embarrassing me in front of the entire student body? Or was he really that fucked up? Without even replying to Harry I began to rip the flyers down from the wall and throwing them down to the ground in frustration. I felt warm tears prick my eyes as a knot formed in my throat, stopping me from screaming or yelling.

                Harry quickly grabbed onto my shoulders and held me still, looking directly into my eyes. “Stop it Zayn! We need to do something about this rationally,”

                I quickly shook my head and pulled away from Harry’s grasp and turned to make a run towards our dorm room. I just wanted to crawl underneath the covers and never crawl out. As I turned I saw Niall standing across the courtyard with Liam, a smug look on his face. Harry tried to hold me back when he realized I was staring, but it was no use. I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

                “WHAT THE HELL NIALL? IS THIS SOME SORT OF GAME TO YOU? ARE YOU HAPPY THAT YOU HUMILIATED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED?” I yelled as I approached him, giving him a good shove.

                Niall blinked up at me in surprise, as if he expected me to stay quiet about this all. Liam quickly gave his friend a glance as if saying ‘push him back’.

                “You know what…? You aren’t even worth it. You’re just another asshole and you’re going to be miserable for the rest of your life because you don’t have a heart.” I shook my head as tears began to roll down my cheeks, walking off.

                A few onlookers began to laugh at me as I walked past them, whispering between themselves. I needed to get away from this all. While I wasn’t completely sure how I was going to cope with the pain, I was definitely positive that this was the end of my feelings for him.