Drabbles.

Cry. [Ziall] p a r t t w o

Title: Cry

Pairing: Zayn & Niall

Words Count: 2285

Warning: This is sadder than the last part. I'm sorry. But there's smut (e.g. blowjob, fingering, fucking)! Alright, that doesn't even makes up for what I'm letting Niall and Zayn go through. But, oh well! Enjoy & vote or leave a comment :)x (oh, and listen to the song Without The Love by Demi Lovato while reading!x )

P a r t  t w o .

Why are we acting like lovers, we don't know each other, even though, we used to rule the world.

Niall sits in the Hotel-Room and his mind starts thinking. It's not the first time and probably not the last time he is thinking about it. But he can't help it. The only thing that he can still clearly see is Zayn. Zayn.

Niall isn't sure what he is supposed to do, or why in hell Zayn even invited him to the wedding. Maybe he just wanted to be nice? Of course, he had to invite him. Perrie doesn't even know what is going on behind the scenes. Perrie. Niall huffs, rolling his eyes as he lets himself lay on the bed.

Perrie.

Why can't Niall just be with Zayn? Is it that wrong? To love a boy? It can't be wrong; love can't be wrong. But right now, the blond wishes nothing more than to be able to hate Zayn for what he did to him. The thing is, he can't hate him. He loves him way too much. Niall should have known better, really. He knew it from the start that what the two of them had could never be something permanent. He also knew that Zayn was with Perrie. Niall blames himself for believing Zayn's lies. He told him that he would break up with her — he never did. But Niall always gave him more time, more space to figure out what he wants. And Niall had time to think about it, too. There's a differnece, though, Niall already knew what he wanted right from the beginning.

A gentle knock rips the blond out of his thoughts and Niall sighs, expecting Harry or Liam. He stands up and walks over to the door and opens it with a tired expression on his face.

What he didn't expect, though, was to see Zayn on the other side of the door.

“Hey.”, Zayn cleares his throat, but Niall is frozen, eyes wide open and mouth a bit parted. “Uh, can I come in?”, the older boy asks now and Niall takes in a long breath, trying to find an explanation for all of this as he nods, stepping back a bit and making space for Zayn to come in. Niall laughs innerly, Ha, right, space.

The darker haired man stands awkwardly next to the bed, shifting from feet to feet. “So...”, he finally starts, but Niall can't hold back, “What do you want?” As Zayn replies, he seems a bit perplexed at Niall's harshness, “I..just wanted to see if you're alright.” “Well, you didn't care about me the past months.”, the blond snaps and Zayn frowns, “You know why I did this.” “No, I don't, Zayn! That's why I'm so confused that you invited me to your wedding!”, Niall replies, a bit louder than he wanted,  but Zayn ignores him, “Don't you like your room? It's one of the best.”

Niall rolls his eyes, “Yeah, it's nice. What are you doing here?” “Excuse me, but it's my wedding tomorrow, isn't it?”, Zayn chuckles and this fucking chuckle of his, only lets more fury run through Niall, “I'm serious, Zayn!” “I am, too.”

The blond sighs, loudly. Why can't Zayn just go and let him be?! Niall lets himself down on the bed, hoping and begging that Zayn won't follow, but to his bad luck, he does. Zayn settles down, right next to him. “Niall...” “What?” “Let me, at least, talk to you before you can go and never come back, alright?” Niall gulps, because he isn't sure if he wants to hear what Zayn has to say. Or rather hear even more lies.