WARNING: incredibly short and unimportant chapter.
I just put this here so those of you wanting to know what happened to Zayn. You might as well skip this because it's also really, really short.
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Zayn.
Why was my Facebook bombing with pictures of Niall and I? It's Thursday today I get that... But spamming me as a reminder that I can't have Niall? That's low.
I took out my phone, checking on my Instagram. Throwback Thursday was in action.
I got a picture of Niall and I grinned... I at least appreciated the comment
I miss this. You two were cute as
I smiled... I was glad that even this stranger admired my choice in men
Another post of Niall and I... This one a video. It was an old video from before the breakup too. It was a party I'd taken Niall too
He was holding my hand and we were just kissing... We were absolutely smashed. Then Louis just came and tapped my on my shoulder and went 'Zayn. Why you so gay?'. Of course Niall cracked up laughing... Even Louis breathing made that beautiful boy laugh.
This boy was gorgeous, I miss seeing your posts like this one
I only smile bigger. Whilst my friends had despised Niall's innocence and braces all my Instagram followers had suddenly begun spamming me with questions about my sexuality change... Then about my breathtaking boyfriend
They were the only ones who appreciated my relationship with Niall and they were the only ones who missed our relationship.
I still remember the trouble I'd gotten for being such a wanker and posting he link to that 'love' video of Niall and I. I'd lost followers dramatically but then gained them back when I'd taken a picture a few days after, saying how much I regret hurting the little angel and breaking his wing.
That was the term I'd used to 'broke his wing' . I'd been given so many sympathetic comments after that and my posts from me snogging girls had change entirely to posts about how much I missed someone or wondering of someone was thinking of me.
I decided to post a new picture, I took a selfie... Not something I did often. I winked, a playful smile on my open mouth. I typed in a quick comment, finding it hard to stop a red from crawling I my cheeks at the thought of Niall sucking me off last week
'Got my baby back... Sorta' I posted. Within the next few minutes my likes were zooming upward halting 27459 likes in five minutes.
I was spammed with questions about Niall too. I missed the kid. I really did. I knew I only had I wait two more days before I got to see him though.
Niall is irresistible, that's why I'm not at school and haven't been at school. He said we needed to separate and the only way that could happen was if I stayed away completely... Out of the same area as him.
When school finished I had to drive to some store for about half an hour... That way I couldn't be tempted to abduct the little shit as he walked past my house without saying hello or looking up through my window like he used to.
He'd given up recently... Probably because I hadn't responded to his smiles... Or waves.
Maybe I shouldn't go out today though... Maybe I should try get his attention from my room and offer him a smile or wave... He'd been looking really upset lately.
God. I yearned for Niall, I wanted his lips back on mine and his mouth round me once more... I'd do anything to do that, I'd even make a pact with the devil, even though being gay practically is one.
I moaned at the thought of Niall sucking me off again... I could never get the image out my mind. Hell... The situation wouldn't stop replaying while I slept. The dream repeated more than once a night too, always leaving me covered in sweat when I woke up, hornier than you'd ever believe and with a sopping wet bed.
Mum had made me sleep outside for a night just to prove to me how disgusting my wet dreams were. After I had to clean up my own mess and have to sleep in it... I realised how bad it was.
There was one night though that was different. That fucked up nightmare version where Niall bit my dick off... That is a laughing matter now but at the time is was a horror story.
I had to do it. I had to touch myself... I had never stopped touching myself over Niall. So I unzipped my jeans and dipped my hand into my pants, slithering my fingers under the waistband of my boxers and reaching down till I grabbed my enormous hard on.
"Oh, god..." I groaned
