Short Stories

Weights (Zaniam)

This short story is a Zaniam prompt from Mission_ARS!
I'm glad you like my writing! It's nice and encouraging to here those kinds of things.

Prompt:

Hey, I really love your writing and I was wondering if you might be able to do a NiamxZiamxZiall oneshot where Niall's in love with Liam but Liam is dating Zayn. Niall's get all sad about it and when Liam asks why he's upset so he tells him and Louis overhears and Louis suggests that Niall Liam and Zayn could try a three way relationship. So Liam, cause he feels bad for Niall convinces Zayn to try it out. So they try the relationship and it works out although Zayn sometimes gets jelous and isn't as nice to Niall and it's obvious he likes Liam more. Niall's happy with the relationship and at the start he doesn't mind that Zayn doesn't really like him but then he begins to fall in love with Zayn as well. Then Niall accidentally tells Zayn how he feels and Zayn tells Niall he could never love him and they get into a small fight. Niall leaves to clear his head and then something bad happens to him and he needs help so he tries calling Liam, Louis and Harry (cause he doesn't want to talk to Zayn) but they don't pick up so he's forced to call Zayn anyway. Zayn realises that does love Niall as much as Liam after.


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N I A L L


I stared at the handsome, muscular, brown eyed man that I'm deeply in love with snuggle with his boyfriend in their bunk. While I sit here pretending to be interested in Harry's rant of nonsense. They seem so perfect for each other, like they were born to be held in each others arms.
How I wish that was me being held in Liam's muscular grip and not Zayn's.
I love Zayn to bits but just as a mate, he seems to laid back and punk for my type. I'm more carefree and bubbly, which is why we wouldn't be perfect for each other.
But Liam, he loves when I'm all giddy, we've corrupted him into being all energetic and daring. He's perfect for me, not Zayn.
"Nialler!" I jump and whip my head towards a very frustrated looking Harry.
"Were you even listening!?" Harry yells and I only shrug mumble that I'm tired and walk off to my bunk, which is sadly under Liam's, (it can be good and bad but when I hear kissing and giggles from the bunk I start to get all annoyed.)
I just get into the bunk and try to erase the Ziam relationship from my mind.
But I can't, its engraved into my mind. I just want Liam, but then Zayn moves me away and gets into the picture, blocking me from ever getting a chance to kiss, love or even talk to Liam.
"Hey Zayn! Want to play some football?!" Louis barges into the tour bus, waltzing to the bunks and flinging mine and Liam's bunk open.
"Okay, stop with the snogging and lets go! Liam, Niall you guys coming too?" Louis asks as Zayn kisses Liam's cheek and crawls off the bunk.
"No thanks." I mumble and turn my body so my back is facing them, closing the curtain also.
Minutes pass and I'm actually starting to fall asleep when the curtains suddenly slide open, a hand lightly settling on my shoulder, shaking it slightly.
"Nialler?" I hear the soft scruff of Liam's Wolverhampton accent and I stiffen against his touch.
"You alright mate? you looked a little down to day."
I feel a wince come along with the word "mate" with the many times he's called me that, right now with just the two of us here, I just feel like we're normal teenagers and I'm the sappy teenaged girl who's having guy problems.
I just nod and curl into myself.
I feel the dip of the bunk and then I feel his muscular arms pulling me up and making me go into a sitting position, I dare look into those stunning brown eyes.
I can tell he's searching mine as he moves his eyes around at me gaze.
"No, don't lie to me Ni" He says and I close my eyes, having to not bare any longer of looking into those hypnotizing orbs.
I can't tell him my love for him, there's more then enough things that could go wrong with me telling Liam.
Him running out and telling Zayn.
Him ignoring me for forever.
Both of them ignoring me for forever.
I can't deal with that.
But I've had this weight on my shoulders for months now, having to lift them off would feel amazing. And what if good comes from it?
Oh who am I kidding, what good comes from telling someone who is already in a relationship that you love them.
"You can tell me anything. You know that right?" Liam asks, taking my shoulders in his large hands. A shiver goes down my spine.
I shake my head, the stress is starting to creep up on me. Like those hands are making me weight more than ever. Tears are coming to my eyes, and I struggle to hold them back as I open them and look back into his worried stare.
He sees the tears and pulls me into a tight hug, rubbing my back as he whispers for me not to cry.
"Just tell me, I won't get mad." He says and I close my eyes tightly, I need to tell him. I can't hold it in now and I just need to trust that if he was a true friend then he wouldn't do or say anything mean.
"I'm in love with you." I whisper, it came out raspy and I feel like my breath has been taken out of me from saying that.
Liam stiffens.
Tears slowly fall and leak down my cheeks, I sob into his shoulder. I knew this was a bad idea, of course I just had to be stupid enough to actually do it.
"Boys?" I hear and I suddenly jolt up, smacking the top of my head off the top of the bunk, I groan in pain and watch as Liam scrambles out of my bunk.
He's fucking disgusted with me.
"Lou-Louis what the hell are you doing in here?" Liam asks, he seems totally out of it and looks like he wants to jump out a window.
Louis stands holding the ball from his bunk on his hip, he's starring wide-eyed at us.
"Went to get the ball, forgot it when Zayn, Harry and I were going to play." He said and Liam groaned and sat down on the bunk opposite to mine.
"Niall... your really in love with him?" Louis asks.
I sniffle, close my eyes and nod.
"I-I-m so sorr-"
"Why don't you guys just start up a little threesome?" Louis suddenly interrupts and Liam jumps up to his feet, my eyes shoot open.
"What?!" We both shout and Louis chuckles.
"As in a three way relationship."
Liam seems to relax at that but glances towards me. He's thinking hard.
"I-I don't think Liam would want that." I whisper under my breath, trying to wipe the tears that are still flowing down my cheeks.
"We can try." I here a soft mumble and I look up and stare bug-eyed at Liam Payne who just said he would actually try to be in a relationship with me!
"Only if Zayn agrees though." Liam says and I feel like I deflated at that.
Of course, the one I don't actually love is the one I'm going to have to be in a relationship with also.

-x-


I heard the conversation last night of Liam and Zayn talking about me joining there relationship.
And it wasn't sounding to good.
Zayn's protests and begs for Liam to not let him have to be in a relationship with a friend of his.
But soon it was whispering and I couldn't here the rest, but I knew that I was never going to get the chance to be in a relationship with those two.

I'm sitting in the game room, watching Louis and Harry play FIFA when Zayn and Liam enter the room, but pull me out of it and move to the front of the bus.
They sit me down on one of the couches and sit down across from me.
I have to brace myself for the worst.
"We'll let you join our relationship... there's a new roller skating rink down the road from the stadium, we can have a lovely date there if you'd like." Liam says and I let out a gasp and jump into his arms, kissing his cheeks and repeating "thank you's" into his neck.
But he pulls me away and stares a worried glance at Zayn, I look over to see Zayn's jealous glare starring into my eyes.
I slowly get off Liam, and shyly hug Zayn. It was actually really awkward. With the many hugs we've shared, this was the most awkward one we've had.
We pull off each other, Zayn's glare subsided but was still burning through my skin.
"How about seven o'clock we go?" Liam asks trying to get the tension off. I give him a weak smile for trying and nod, getting up and heading for the game room again.
I don't want to even think about tomorrow, having to go on a three-way date that really is spiraling out of control.
I love Liam.
Liam loves Zayn.
Zayn loves Liam.
I can't say if Liam loves me yet, he looked like he was just doing it to make me feel better.
Good god, that might be the actual reason.


-x-x-


I cried last night, a lot actually. Having to deal with the fact that Liam may actually not love me but pity me. I don't want to do this anymore, go on a date and have to watch someone pretend to love me. Zayn doesn't need to pretend, I know he doesn't love me.

I laid there all day, getting up for lunch only and trying to avoid Liam and Zayn as much as possible. I can't deal with them right now, my thoughts have taken over my mind today.
But when it's 7 and I'm dressed and ready to go, seeing Liam and Zayn entering the tour bus in jeans and a t-shirt, try actually look hot.
Both of them.
"Ready love?" Liam asks as he holds out his hand, the other occupied by Zayn.
I nod and give them a small smile, then shyly taking Liam's hand. The "love" that he said to me was what I have always wanted, but now that I have all these thoughts jumbled around in my brain, I seriously can't think of it as a good thing.
We get outside of the tour bus, Harry and Louis both smirking and being all cheeky as we walk out.

-x-



We walked to the rollerblading rink and got our skates on, smirking as Zayn tries to get up but the wheels turn frantically and make him almost fall. I get up next, Liam just putting his second roller skate on.
I wobble but stand and we all now start to wheel onto the rink.
We do that romantic thing where Liam takes both our hands and holds them as we glide across the floors.
I laugh as Zayn falls on his ass, I skate over helping him up. He chuckles and is about to fall again when he suddenly grabs into my waist to hold him up. He's slightly taller than me and it seems his hand just fit into the curves of my body.
He blushes and pulls away immediately, I feel a pang in my chest when he does. I'm not in love with him though, I'm in love with Liam not Zayn.
I skate over to Liam, seeing that he's not having much trouble anymore as he skates around the rink. He sees me and smiles, taking my hand in his as we skate along together. He grabs Zayn and pulls him along on our next lap, we all holding hands and trying not to laugh at other people falling.
Soon, we're all getting off the rink and heading home. The feeling that you get when you take off figure skates or in our case rollerblades and you feel like your still wearing them, that's what we feel like walking down the street in the freezing December weather.


-x-x-


As we got to the bus, the sound of yelling and horseplay coming from it, obviously Harry and Louis wrestling or fighting over FIFA.
Liam stops us and turns so he's looking at both of us.
"I had a great time." He says, smiling lovingly at both of us.
My stomach flutters at that.
"I did too, Liam. Same for you Zayn." I say, leaning forward to kiss Zayn's cheek, then walking and kissing Liam's cheek. "We should do that again sometime." I say and then walk into the bus, gasping and ducking as a pillow almost hits me in the face.
"Wey-Hey! The love-bugs are here!" Louis shouts, feathers were everywhere in the bus, Louis' hair and clothing were filled with them, the same with Harry's curls who was laying on the ground laughing his ass off with a small pillow in his hand.

As I'm about to head off to bed, I look outside to see that Liam and Zayn are again talking. And Zayn doesn't look to amused.
I'm guessing we might actually not be doing this again.


-x-x-x-


For the past week of the busy schedule of concerts and interviews. I've been really thinking about Zayn.
After that date when he touched my waist, I've been having the butterflies in my stomach again, but now with Liam and Zayn.
But I'm not sure if Zayn likes me back, his facial expressions show annoyance and anger when it comes to me.
But when we looked into each others eyes on that night, I could see a hint of love and care.
Tonight, Liam, Harry and Louis are out at the studio. All practicing their parts for our new album after Midnight Memories.
Zayn and I are alone tonight, him in the game room and me in my bunk. But I need to at least talk to him, maybe he'll gradually start to like me if a spend more time with him.
I get out of my bunk an walk into the game room, but he's not playing. He's just looking through an tattoo booklet. "Hey Zayn." I say as I sit down beside him. Zayn just let's out a grunt to know he's partly listening to me.
"What are you doing?" I ask and almost face palm at that.
He looks up at me, his eyebrow raised. "Looking for some tattoos." He mumbles and looks back down at the booklet.
My eagerness is starting to show.
"Do you want to play some FIFA or Call of Duty?" I ask and he looks up again, then back down at the book. I huff in frustration.
"Can't you see I'm trying to get you to like me?!" But that slips through my lips and Zayn's eyes bulge out of their sockets as he looks back up at me.
"What?" He says and I groan, getting up and starting to walk to my bunk. I screwed up.
But suddenly he grips my arm pulling me towards him, but not in a loving way. He's just trying to get me to talk again.
"What did you say?" He asks and I look down at the ground, trying not to look into those dark browns.
"I-I said I like you, as in love you Zayn." I mumble and look up from the ground, seeing Zayn's shocked expression.
"I-I, Niall-I don't really like you in that way. I-I'm in love with-with Liam and I can never love, you." Zayn says.
The weight that was back on my shoulders seemed to weigh ten times more.
"Wh-what?" I ask, my voice breaking at those horrible words.
"I-I'm in love with Liam. Not you, and it never will be you Niall." He says and I rip my arm from his grasp, storming off towards the exit to the tour bus.
"Niall wait!" Zayn says coming up and trying to grab my arm again but I roughly move away from him.
"What's wrong with me Zayn?! I fell in love with you on that date! You loved me too! Of did you just fake it?!" I yell at him and Zayn glares at me.
"I must have because I don't love you." He says and then turns around sharply and stomps off back into the gaming room.
I feel tears come to my eyes at those hurtful words, I can't stand the thought of being rejected and now look at me. Getting rejected by the other man I love.
So, I rush out the door, grabbing my wallet and cellphone not caring about my coat. Not looking back and just running from my problems. It's like I thought everything was going to be fine just like Liam's was. But it wasn't, it was the total opposite and now I'm crying, my heart broken.
I run until I feel my legs starting to burn, the December weather flaming my cheeks and nose. The clouds of breath that steam out of my mouth are rapid.
I see that there is a pub across the road from where I'm standing, might as well drink my problems away while I'm at it.
I rush across the street, horns blaring and people cursing at me but I really don't give a shit right now. I'm tired of weighing myself down to find the love of my life, especially Liam and Zayn who seem to not love or care about me at all.
Liam pity's me.
And Zayn hates me.
That's not a good mix for a three way "relationship."
But as I get up to the pub, someone grabs my waist and tugs me roughly into the alleyway. Throwing me onto the ground. I scream and groan in pain, only for a second as something cold, pointy and shinny prods at my neck. I look up to see a man in his late 20's smiling a devilish smile down at me. A knife in hand that is rested on my throat. "Give me your wallet." He growls out, and puts pressure on the knife against my throat.


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Z A Y N


I growl in frustration, sitting in the game room. Nothing playing, just me and my problems.
I love Niall, after that date I fell hard for the Irish cutie. When I touched his waist and brushed my hand against his, sparks flew, my heart lifted and I felt like I was on cloud nine. That was only when I was with Liam when I felt like that, and now, now I'm falling hard and trying to pick myself back up but when I do, I fall right back down looking into those sky blue eyes.
I tug on my hair, cursing myself for letting Niall get away, cry because of me. Because I said I didn't love him when I really did.
Was I scared that I was going to cheat on Liam if I said I loved him back?
Liam does love him, I can tell when he looks into Niall's eyes also. He falls hard and is already wanting to hold that blonde beauty in his arms, hell, I do too.
I'm an ignorant man, I let my love life slip from my fingers.


-x-


N I A L L


I took my wallet from my back pocket of my jeans, shakily handing it over to the man. He seems to be drunk, probably had no money left to buy beer so he decided to smuggle someone instead. And that someone was me, a rich looking fella.
He smirked and snatched the wallet from my hands, but frowned back up at me as he looked at my drivers license. "You Niall fucking Horan?" He asked and I nodded shyly.
"Well then, wouldn't it be nice to have this wouldn't it? What about your voice,That would suck to lose that right? " He said waving the wallet in his hands. "By cutie." He said and suddenly sliced the knife into my throat, I gurgle and fall to the ground. Darkness was fast, one blink and my eyelids were too heavy. Another weight.

I wake up to pure silence, just the sound of cars in the background. It's pitch dark where I am and I'm starting to think I'm in heaven, or hell.
I blink rapidly and try to get up off the ground, but I slump against the wall when I try. I can't move, my throat is on fire and its like my head is going to anchor down on me, there is also a stinging feeling on my throat also. Like the skin in ripped open.
But a sign of life brings me back to reality when I see a figure walking past the small opening, and now I realize. I'm still in the alley way.
"Help me!" I yell out but gasp at my voice.
It's barely a whisper, on deaths ear as I call out. It doesn't even echo through the alleyway it's so quiet.
"Help me please!"
It's no use, my voice is ruined. Destroyed.
But I need help, I'm gonna die out here if I don't call for help.
So, I grab my phone that was the only decent thing he didn't take and dialed Harry's number first, the one that isn't bothering me about my relationship.
The line goes straight to voicemail.
I huff and dial Louis' number, hoping to god that he's at least going to pick up.
But god really isn't on my side right now as its rings for a minute. He's not going to pick up the god damn phone.
Paul, maybe he'll.
Meeting, forgot.
I take a deep breath and then call Liam's number.
It rings just like Louis but he never picks up and soon I'm left with his voicemail.
Great, the last person I ever wanted to call right now I have to call.
I dial Zayn's number.
On the second ring, he picks up.
"Niall? Look I'm so sorr-"
"Help me." I interrupt, my voice is starting to go.
"Wh-what?" Zayn says, his voice shaky on the other end.
"I'm in the alleyway, by the pub." I whisper now, even on the phone Zayn probably has to shut everything out to hear my voice.
"I'll be right there hold on okay Niall?" He says and the line goes dead.
My phone slips from my fingers, clouds streaming my vision. I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna last.
I shakily take my hand and press it to my throat, feeling the slice against my throat from one side to the other. I'm not sure how deep it is but it's probably enough to lose my voice.
I'm never gonna be able to sing again.
I'm never going to talk again.
God, what a life I'll have.
Tears stream down my face, the sound of footsteps pattering against the gravel. I suddenly get a blurred figure in front of me, but I'm already to weak to speak, hear or focus on him.
The darkness of the alley seeps into my as my eyes close.


-x-x-x-


Niall lays on the hospital bed, a thick bandage wrapped around his neck. Blood seeping from it.
Zayn, Liam, Louis and Harry sit around his bed. Paul outside the door talking to the doctor.
To Zayn, Niall looked dead. When he found the lad in the alleyway he was already half dead. Pulse weak.
He was surprised that they even made it to the hospital.
The other three boys and Paul came a half hour later. All scared and in tears hearing the news.
Liam and Zayn of course were the worst, holding each other. Confessing that they love the blonde boy.

-x-

When Niall woke up, he wasn't sure where he was. But when he noticed all four boys in the room. He smiled and hugged them all. Zayn and Liam longer.
And when Paul came in, his smile was the widest it's ever been.
"Niall, the cut wasn't deep. It skinned your vocal cords almost hitting it with inches from getting it cut off. Your going to speak again, but it'll be awhile." He said and the boys cheered, hugging Niall again. Zayn and Liam kissing his forehead.

And after a while, Louis and Harry were asleep. Paul now walking to get Niall some food in the small food court down in the lobby.
Liam and Zayn were giving Niall small glances, looking at each other. They seemed to be urging to say something.
"Niall?" Zayn suddenly says and Niall looks up from picking his nails.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"About last night..."
"It's okay Zayn, I don't want to talk about it-"
"I love you too." Zayn suddenly said and Niall's eyes widened.
"Wh-What?" He asked, sitting up. His voice was getting better, but it was still a whisper and very raspy.
"I love you Niall, I did on our first date and I was stupid enough to not tell you when you did." Zayn said and Niall smiled.
"I love you too Niall. And we're willing to start this relationship again. Maybe this time at dinner?" Liam said and Niall nodded frantically, but winced at the stretch on his stitches.
Zayn walked over, leaning down and slowly kissing Niall. Niall didn't stop him, smiling into the loving kiss. Butterflies swarming his stomach at their lips attached. Zayn pulled away but Liam's plump lips exchanged from Zayn's, Liam cupping his cheeks.
" I love you too." Niall whispered and pecked Liam's lips once more.

A chuckle came from the other side of the room. The three of them looked over to see Louis and Harry smiling cheekily at them all.
"The tommo is magical. He's still got it." Louis said wiggling his eyebrows. Harry letting out a horse laugh and smacking his knee.
The three boys didn't scowl because Louis did bring them together.
And now look at them, there falling hard but this time freely. No weights, no problems.


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A.N:


Thank you again for the prompt CassYoung!

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