Drabbles.

Laugh [Ziall] p a r t o n e

Title: Laugh

Pairing: Zayn & Niall

Words Count: 1732

Warning: Some smut and sadsadsad. But the smut is not that.. intense. Enjoy! x

P a r t  o n e .

Someone who is going through changes, is often a bit intimidated by the world around them.

Some other are just gaining habits or stop being themselves.

And that's exactly what Zayn does.

"Zayn!", a thick accent calls out, "Open that stupid door, already!"

Zayn closes his eyes, biting on his lower lip in case not to yell at the boy outside the room.

"Zayn, please...", Niall is nearly breaking. Zayn was ignoring him long enough. Not even calling or messaging him for his birthday. He just wants to talk to the older boy - talk to him and tell him that everything is gonna be alright. Even though, he knows it won't. But that's not the point right now.

"Hey..Zayn.. Please, just - ugh - I don't know, alright? Just open the door."

Zayn huffs, biting down harder and one way or another he can't deny the Irish boy. It's not even that he likes ignoring him ('cause he doesn't). It's just - difficult.

The dark-haired boy stands up from his seat on the sofa and walks over to the door, taking the key in his left pocket and opening for Niall. For a moment, he holds on; inhaling a deep breath and finally facing the younger boy in front of him.

Blue eyes are looking up at him, innocently. Zayn growls, turning around and Niall is sure he will just close the door again. But to his wondering - he doesn't.

Niall stands there, a bit perplexed and jumps just slightly when Zayn lets himself down on the couch, his feet landing on the glass table. The blond looks around for a few seconds, questioning himself if it's better to just leave or walk in. He decides on the latter.

Just as Zayn throws the key onto the table, Niall walks up to him, standing awkwardly next to the armrest.

"Can I talk to you?"

It's a stupid question and Niall knows and regrets it immediately. Zayn growls as response, shrugging his shoulders.

The blond groans, don't knwoing what to do. After shifting from feet to feet, he thinks that maybe he could sit down next to the older boy and decides to take a seat nearly at the edge of the sofa. Zayn seems to flinch, but maybe it's just Niall's imagination playing tricks on him.

Niall's mind is full. He's so confused. He just doesn't know what to say, what to do and mostly - what to think. There's a clutter that he just can't figure out.

"So, you're going to marry her, huh?"

It's really not what Niall wanted to say, in the first place. And his eyes widen for a moment, registering what he just said. He really just thought about it! He wasn't going to say that! But somehow, yeah somehow, it slipped through his lips. He blames the chaos in his head.

Zayn sucks in a breath, his nostrils filling with air, as well. Niall is starting to shiver, he's afraid of what Zayn is going to say.

"Z-Zayn. I-I didn't mean it.", he bubbles out, twisting his fingers, "Msorry! I just -" He can't end his sentence.

"I know.", Zayn simply says and Niall turns to look at him, cocking his left eyebrow. It isn't what he was expecting Zayn to say. He supposed him to yell at him and tell him to fuck off, but not this.