I don't know what this is i just thought of it and yeah and this is dedicated to @ZDsmiles (even though you don't read this) I wanted to dedicated to her because she is amazing and her writing is perfect and I love her stories so yehhhh!
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He has a good life, it's not the best but it's not the worst either and his parents love him his siblings too. But just something is missing and it leaves a gaping whole in the middle of Zayn's chest where his hearts suppose to be, and he doesn't know when it started getting hard to smile. He thinks it was when he started to grow up a little you know? Just to not be an innocent kid, you never knew all the hate and the cruelty this world and the people have, and to be honest it's like a slap in the face by a giant hand of the things that were unknown to you; and then suddenly you know them and you're naked and exposed to all the crazy messed up thing called life and sometimes Zayn wonders how or why he even exists at all. And maybe, just maybe this is when he stopped smiling because what is there really to smile about? It's just a simple question that has a lingering sent in the air around Zayn's head that never really has answer to it. So Zayn walks around quiet as always, he's never really seen the point in talking when there was no one to talk to and his shyness really doesn't help his case. But he's not completely mute he sometimes talks to the curly haired boy that comes up to him in reading saying this work is absolutely boring with a capital b quotes from Harry, and Zayn sure does think he's a weird one but he likes weird so it's okay. But what's really weird is that he started getting little sticky notes in his locker that say things to try and make him smile, and he has no clue as to who it's from.
Now that's weird.
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Zayn bangs open his locker to see yet again another green sticky note that always has a message in the same messy hand writing and he wonders who it is and cant help but compare it to his own neat hand writing. The two hand writings are so different messy and neat. He can tell that it's a boy who gives him these, and Zayn so desperately dies to know who the hell this is giving him sticky notes that either have song lyrics from a particular meaningful song or just cute little things that would make any normal person smile, but Zayn never really was normal so he doesn't smile. At the end of every note the person will sign it with a 'if you smile at any of these I will come and introduce myself but only when I see you smile' and every time Zayn sighs huffs outta breath and slams his head into a locker because it's just "Not that easy" Zayn will mumble to himself, unaware of the bright blue eyes on him.
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Zayn opened his locker slower than usual he was awfully tired, it was a Monday after all. When he inspected his locker he saw a red staples sticky note instead of the usual loud green. Curiously Zayn snatched it in a fast motion read over the messy inked words, eyes popping out of his head seemingly enough Zayn is wide awake now. The words written on the short paper burning into Zayn's hands as he keeps re-reading the words over and over and over again. The words reading
"I've decided it takes to long for you to smile so I'm going to have to show up myself to get the job done"
Zayn takes a shaky hand and closes his locker folding the note in a perfect refold before slipping it in his pocket, breathing heavily not really knowing what to expect. A pale hand finds it's way on Zayn's back causing him to make a shuddered breath. Turning around painstakingly slow his spit get's caught in his throat mouth dry eyes blown wide. "I'm Niall" The blonde says taking his warm hand off Zayn's cold back to stick out to be shaken. Zayn eyes the big pale hand in front of him "Zayn" He breathes out and Niall giggles a little saying a "I know" and right Zayn thinks. Of course he know's his name because he knew his locker and he knew he didn't smile and he knew he wasn't all entirely happy and- Zayn doesn't shake Niall's hand instead he gives him a hug.
And thats perfectly okay too.
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Niall's bubbly and loud exploding with happiness and he's good for Zayn really good. He's that something that Zayn was missing in his life and Zayn knows that, but he didn't notice it right away. He did enjoy his company because ever sense that hug they were always hooked to the him Niall still insisting to make Zayn smile which he still hasn't but Niall wont give up, he simply wont he cant. And Niall does get his wish; They were sitting by a rail road not to far from their school, they were just goofing off and being damn right stupid and Zayn knows he really knows he shouldn't of smile or laughed so hard in his life but he did he sure as hell did. Him and Niall were just running along the tracks with Niall eating some chips that were way to spicy but Niall protested that he loved the taste none the less, chomping on it bits flying out of his mouth. The both of them had got to tired from running and stopped plopping in the grass breathing heavily air humid and quiet. The silence broken by a rather large farting sound and Zayn gasped cocking his head at Niall who's cheeks seem to burn with red that trailed all the way to the end of his neck. Niall saying "Sorry but- but I couldn't help it! These damn things are spicy as hell and don't go well in me tummy" He yells rubbing his stomach only to fart again. Zayn tries not to smile really he does but he couldn't help it, so a big smile erupts on the seems of Zayn's face and Niall stops breathing for what seems like forever because he did it, he really did it. He made Zayn smile and soon after Zayn laughed and it was the best day of Niall's life even if he had to get embarrassed along the way all that doesn't matter right now. Because what matters is that Zayn smile he fucking smiled and its the most beautiful thing Niall has ever seen by far.
And when Zayn straddles Niall his small thighs going around the blonde boy he leans down running his slender fingers over Niall's lips before kissing him and Niall kisses back because who wouldn't? Niall's lips are spicy and burn Zayn's lips but he likes it, he likes it a lot he thinks it gives it something special like them.
Niall ever so gently places his large hands on Zayn's ever so tiny hips as Zayn cards his fingers into the edges of Niall's soft fluffy hair. When they pull away gasping for breath Zayn smiles yet again, Niall not being able to hold in his comment telling Zayn he has a nice smile. Zayn leans back down kissing him again because he likes this and he likes Niall and he can get used to this, this smiling business, he can get used to Niall because that's when Zayn realizes something. Niall is the thing he's been missing the thing that he needs so desperately to be whole, to smile, to breath and
Zayn keeps on smiling with a little or a lot of help from Niall.
