Last First Kiss (Ziall/Larry) *on hold*

Chapter 10 - Letters

Chapter 10 – Letters

(Niall’s POV)

Okay, you can do this Niall, just call Zayn and tell him. You can do this.

I took a deep breath and hit the call button under Zayn’s contact on my phone. His default picture popped up on the screen as it rang and I smiled. It was a picture of us from a few years ago when we were about thirteen. Zayn had his arm around me and we had the biggest grins on our faces. I set it as his contact picture because every time I look at that picture, I smile and every time I talk to Zayn, I smile so it makes sense to put them together.

I’m actually doing this; okay just breathe in then out. Zayn’s been your best friend for years, he’s not going to judge you or hate you.  

I had decided that I was going to tell Zayn my secret today. I hadn’t really talked to him directly since the incident a week ago, but I think he knows that I’m starting to forgive him. I had left him a note at the motel the other day before I left to thank him for taking care of me and everything and truth be told, I am starting to forgive him.

“Hey, it’s Zayn. Leave a message.”

Zayn’s deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I got his voicemail. I heard the soft beep that signaled the start of a voicemail but no words came out of me. I had no idea what to say. I hung up the phone quickly and cursed under my breath. I should have practiced what I was going to say.

I sighed and sat back on my bed as I thought of what to do now. Since Regionals for the football team is tonight, he should be at practice so maybe he won’ notice I called until later…That should give me enough time to figure out what to say.

I got up quickly and grabbed a pencil and a random piece of notebook paper. I bit the end of the eraser and thought of how to say it. Maybe I could just write a letter to Zayn and give it to him? That way I won’t have to say it directly to him and make it awkward. That just might work. Good idea, Niall.

I started to write quickly, making sure to triple check everything so that it sounded perfect. I was pretty happy with the outcome, but still nervous as fuck. I read it out loud quietly one last time before placing it back on my desk.

Zayn,

Do you remember when we first met and we made a promise to always tell each other everything? Well I haven’t really kept up with that promise lately. There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, I’ve just been too scared on how you’d react. I think it’s time I tell you though. Zaynie, I’m gay. I understand if you hate me or if you’re too embarresed to want to be seen with me, but I thought that I should tell you.

Love, Nialler

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(Louis’ POV)

Today was the day that I was apparently going to talk to Niall, or at least that’s what Harry was trying to convince me. He wanted us to try to discuss our feelings about hiding my relationship with Harry from Niall.

What the actual fuck does that even mean? Discuss our feelings? What is this, primary school? Why don’t we just draw pictures and recite the alphabet to one another while we’re at it! Even for Harry, this was just a horrible idea and not exactly what I had in mind when I called him earlier and asked him what we should do today. No “Hey babe, I missed you!” or “Louis, you’re the best I’ve ever had, let’s do it all day long!” Nope none of that. A lad can dream though, can’t he?

So that is why instead of taking advantage of this beautiful bloody day with my boyfriend, I’m stuck sitting on the couch watching some boring show on the telly about who really gives a flying fuck. I had “promised” Harry I would at least try to talk to Niall, but maybe he’ll forget about it if I don’t bring it up. Plus, I was pretty comfy and getting up didn’t sound very appealing right now, or anytime soon. I had decided to skip practice today and just rest. Originally I was supposed to spend the day with Harry but he had other ideas, including me talking with Niall, which I certainly was not doing.