How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

Secrets and Sassiness

Niall's P.O.V (OMG Alison what are you doing? :O)

"Oi! Niall! Stop looking at your phone and help us out!"

I looked up and saw the other three lads struggling with the table, a ladder and the fairy lights. I rolled my eyes and went to help. I held the ladder while Liam placed the fairy lights onto the branches of the tree, while Louis and Harry set the table with cutlery and candles and all that jazz. I felt Liam coming down the ladder(because it was shaking, perverts) so I let go of the hold I had on it.

"You wanna go check on Zayn?" Liam asked.

"What? Li he's a 20 year old man, he doesn't need checking up on."

"Niall, you know what I mean. He's stressed. He might want a friend."

"I don't even see why he's so stressed. Yeah, so he lied but their relationship is tight, man. One little white lie isn't going to break them."

"But you see Niall, you haven't been in a relationship for three or four years. How would you-"

"Fine! I'll fucking go. I really don't see any sense in this but seriously Liam, shut up!" I yell as I storm away from the boys, leaving them shocked. I get in my car(we all bought/rented separate cars while here in Shields) and drove the hotel Zayn was staying at.

Liam had no right to bring up my single relationship status like it was nothing. He knows best-of all people- that my last break up was hard, really hard. Does he really expect me to jump into one with some girl I don't know like he does? Not that I'm saying he does or anything, but he's had more experience in this category of a man's life than any of the lads. He knows that I'm waiting for my princess, she just hasn't come my way yet.

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Stupid Niall. You're so stupid you can't remember a fuckin' hotel room number! Wait, what's that noise?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a piano playing from one of the rooms. I instantly recognised it as 'If I Lose Myself' by One Republic. Great song. I knocked on the door, but it swung open. I was shocked to find Zayn sitting on the piano stool, playing the piano. Since when did Zayn play piano? I didn't waste any time, I got out my phone as quickly and quietly as possible and started recording. It was all good until he started to sing along.

Holy mother of God. Three years in a band together and I still can't get over how fuckin' perfect his voice is. Not gay, but seriously. Out of the five of us, I liked Zayn's voice the best. Harry's close second with Liam, Louis' third then me. Ugh, I hate my voice. SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ZAYN PLAY THE BLOODY PIANO YOU DICKKNOB!

I shook my head quickly and looked back to Zayn. He was almost finished singing the last note(which is a long, soft note), so I stopped recording and quickly walked away. But not before crashing into a small table with a vase on it, creating a loud CRASHing noise. I stood up and ran, hoping no one saw me as I ran out of the lobby and into my car.

What. The. Fuck.

I have to show the boys the video. None of us knew that Zayn could play piano. Why didn't he tell us? Is he ashamed because he's supposed to have this 'Bradford Bad Boi' look about him, so him playing piano will make him look like a wuss? I highly doubt that. Louis and Liam play the piano, I play guitar and Harry, well he can play the triangle. I guess Zayn fits into the piano-playing category of the group now.

I sat in my car for another five minutes before starting the engine and going back to the field we were setting up for the date. The lads were still there (luckily) and they were confused as to why I was running towards them like a maniac.