International Love. ✈ z.h.

eight ~ ❝family reunion.❞ ✈

Niall

Oh, christ. Of course when things start to settle themselves my mother comes in and starts to take over. Don't get me wrong I love her to death; she just tends to get a little overbearing. Especially when she barged in like this, Zayn so startled that he jumped back and hit his head on the monitor.

"Hey, mom—"

"I knew it, I knew I should've come to Los Angeles with you instead of staying home in Ireland. Who's this?" She'd hauled him up by his shirt, his face priceless as he sputtered to try and find the right words to say.

"I...I..."

"Speak up!"

"Mom would you please!! Leave him be, it's not his fault!" She furrowed her brows but nonetheless backed off, moving her attention to me as she checked over my injuries.

"Oh, my baby boy. I planned to get here yesterday but my flight was delayed! And then this happens...oh my. This has to do with him; this all started a week ago!"

"And how do you know that?"

"I keep up with you? You're my son?" I rolled my eyes as she continued to check over my injuries, Zayn awkwardly standing there before clearing his throat.

"I um, I guess I should go."

"You should." My mother's voice was ice cold, Zayn definitely taking the hint as he gave me a small smile.

"I'll see you soon, Ni." My heart skipped a beat at the nickname he gave me, his body disappearing from the room for a second time that day. I couldn't help but feel teary eyed as I watched him leave again, trying not to let it bother me as I looked away. Maybe I shouldn't have let him go, but then again I couldn't handle being in the spotlight all the time. Yeah being a youtuber meant that I was in the spotlight regardless, yet Zayn amplified it by almost a thousand times more than that.

I don't know if I was really ready for that kind of relationship; maybe the best thing that could ever happen to the both of us was some time apart. It would give us a chance to think, decide if this is what we really wanted. Especially with the hype surrounding us; this was probably the best thing that could happen to us. 

But I couldn't deny the fact that it broke my heart, trying to fight back the tears as I sat there and allowed my mom to satisfy her needs to taking care of me.

Zayn

I left the hospital, allowing the tears that had been fighting to leave my eyes ever since I left his room to freely fall, getting into the car with my driver who merely left me alone.

Bless him for doing so.

My heart felt like it was ripped to shreds; and I know it wasn't anybody elses' fault but mine. I could've stayed and talked things out with Niall's mother, could've tried harder to prove to the both of them that this was something that I wanted. Yet I managed to screw it up for myself even more; God, I'm such an idiot.

Maybe this was for the best; Liam was right, I leave tomorrow for the rest of my tour. If I tried to make a relationship with Niall now it would never last as long as we'd both like it to be, and we still had so many things to talk about.

For all he knew I could've been lying about Perrie and...oh shit; I have to fill her in on everything. I pulled out my phone, dialing her number and sighing as she finally picked up after the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"Perrie? Babes I gotta tell you; I fucked up." She sounded worried, a little like Niall's mom as she fired question after question to find out what happened. I explained that it wasn't super serious; just enough to ruin the reputation we'd built for our relationship to the public.

"You did what? Zayn oh my god; what the fuck are we going to do? Our contract isn't up yet, how the hell are we going to fix this?" I shrugged, running a hand over my face as I groaned into the phone.

"Honestly, I don't know. We'll figure something out, don't we always?"

"No no no no no, this time you're going to figure it out for yourself; I didn't get you into this! Besides, I have other things to worry about right now; look, I've got to go, but keep me in the loop for everything, okay? Love you, shit head." With that she hung up, her irritated tone making me grumpy but nonetheless offer a tiny smile towards the screen.

Yeah she was pissed at me but she was still my friend, hence the "love you" at the end of that conversation. I placed my phone into my back pocket as the driver finally arrived to the hotel, cameras snapping in my direction as I climbed out of the car and kept my head down. None of them tried to make a grab for me thank god, but if there were cameras here then they for sure knew where I had been.

Things just seemed to be getting worse and worse; I can't imagine what it would be like when I went home to London.