Make Me Break (n.h. + h.s.)(Punk!Niall)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

"The fuck? When did you get here?" Zayn stumbled into his front room, his hair sticking up in almost every direction, he was only his boxers, and still had the look of sleep in his eyes.

"About an hour? I don't know... Liam wouldn't let me go home."

"Why? It's your house too."

"My guess is he's got a girl there. You know how he feels about having girls over."

"Yeah..." It grew quiet after that, neither of us really knowing what to talk about. Contrary to Liam's belief's Zayn and I weren't all that close, but we both confided in each other in need.

Zayn understood me, more than I'd like, but it was still nice to have someone to talk to.

Zayn, in a way was going through the exact same thing as me, but his situation I guess was different. Like me, he'd fallen for the wrong person, but instead of getting his heart broken, he fell for someone he'd never have.

Zayn was in love with Liam, and Liam was completely ignorant of it all.

Typical.

 "How long are you gonna be here?"

"For as long as it takes Liam to fuck the chick and let me home. Probably another hour, two tops."

"I thought Liam was gay..."

"Liam isn't one for labels, he doesn't care about the gender. I guess it's called Pansexual or whatever." 

"Oh, I never knew that."

"There's a lot you don't know about him Zayn." 

"You could tell me..."

"It's not my story to tell. When Liam trusts you enough, he'll tell you." I said, simply shrugging. Zayn had only joined the friend group shortly before Harry left, and if I'm honest I don't really know why we even became friends. Zayn was the one who really got me into the shit I do, but I don't blame him for it. 

"You'd think he'd of told me by now..."

"It's not exactly the brightest part of his life Zayn. He was really fucked up for a long time, and there was a point where I thought I was gonna lose him. 

"Kind of like how he's gonna lose you?"

"He's not gonna lose me Zayn." 

"If you keep doing the shit you've been doing, he will." 

"I'm fine Zayn."

"You are now, but soon it's all gonna fall on you. When that happens, I really hope someones there to help clean it up."

"Speaking from expirence Malik?"

"And if I am? I'm just looking out for you Niall."

"Are you really looking out for me? Or are you just worried about Liam? Don't give me bullshit Zayn, cause frankly that's all I hear." 

"Or is it just what you choose to hear Niall?"

"What are you? My therapist?"

"Just a friend that's worried."

"Well don't worry about me. I'm fine." 

"The lies aren't working anymore Niall."

"Who said I was lying?" Zayn sighed, running a hand down his face. I was trying my hardest to keep my temper under control, but this was really irritating me.

He didn't fucking know me like I knew myself.

And if I say I'm fine, I'm fucking fine.

"Maybe you should look in the mirror and tell me."

"I'm not going to put up with this bullshit."

"The doors that way, I'm not forcing you to be here." 

"Whatever, have fun fucking yourself tonight." And that was when I left, slamming the front door shut behind me. I stuffed my hands into my pockets as the cold September air hit my body. I didn't pay attention to those around me, home being my destination. 

I was beyond pissed.

Who was Zayn, thinking he fucking knew me.

I wasn't fucking lying. I'm fucking fine. 

I'm living the dream.

Sex every night, drugs in my system, and alcohol numbing the pain.

I didn't need anything else.

I tripped over my feet, so caught up in my thoughts that I wasn't watching where I was going. I hissed as my palms stung from the impact of the hard ground. I stood up, groaning as I saw the damage to my skin.

I walked to the closest store, going straight to the bathroom.

I ran my palm under the water, the stinging one of the only signs I was still a living human being. I glanced up into the mirror, freezing at the image before me. 

Maybe you should look in the mirror and tell me

Zayn was right, but my pride was too high to actually admit it. 

The man staring back at me in the mirror wasn't me. 

Or... at least not the me I remember. 

The man had bags underneath his eyes, and looked as if he hadn't had a decent meal in weeks. His eyes were dull, and looked almost as if there wasn't any life in them. His lips were chapped, his eyes bloodshot.

This man wasn't me.

He's not Niall Horan.

But I guess that just added to the fact that Niall Horan wasn't here anymore.

He left a long time ago...

He left with the man who took his heart...

Leaving the shell empty, and void of any human emotion. 

That man was what was looking back at me... Showing me just how much I'd let myself go.

Zayn was right...

Soon everything was going to fall onto me, and just like him, I pray that someone will come help clean it up.

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And baby, it's amazing I'm in this maze with you 
I just can't crack your code 
One day you screaming you love me loud 
The next day you're so cold 
One day you're here, one day you're there, one day you care 
You're so unfair, sipping from your cup 'til it runneth over, Holy Grail 

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