Zayn's POV
It's Sunday now, not Saturday and there are more problems than imaginable, dreamable, thinkable and noticeable
"Zayn?" Niall groggily whispered
I stopped drawing at the desk and looked to my bed... He was awake
"Wh... Why aren't you in bed?"
"Couldn't sleep" I answered, turning right back to my notebook
"No good morning?" He asked, his voice breaking
"Morning" I said boredly
"What's wrong with you?" He asked "did I do something?"
"Yeah"
"What did I do?"
"What didn't you do?" I asked my eyebrows squished together as I continued to draw
"I don't know what to do in this situation" Niall said calmly "do you want me to leave?"
"Sure, leave" I said, my eyes not leaving my paper "I don't care"
"S-seriously?" Niall whimpered "a-again?"
"Just go, okay?" I asked, turning to face him "I don't want you here"
"If this is about the nudes-"
"It's not, I don't give a damn anymore" I said truthfully "so just grab your shit and go, please"
"I cannot believe you!" Niall stomped his foot, raising his voice
"You'd better fucking believe it" I growled
"I just got out of bed after an amazing day yesterday and now you're being a angry and sadistic bastard!"
"Well, aren't those some big words coming from you?" I asked
"Excuse me?" Niall asked
"Just fuck off" I turned round, sitting back at the desk "okay?"
I finished sharpening my pencil. I re-angled my drawing when a hand slammed over my picture
"Not okay"
"I don't want you here"
"Yes, you do"
"No, I don't" I looked him in the eyes "you're irrelevant"
Pain flashed through his eyes. I rolled mine and turned back around
"You know what, fuck you!" Niall spat, tearing the paper out my notebook and tearing it into shreds
"What the hell, I was working on that!" I stood up, shouting with my fists clenched
"And you know what I think of the rest of your work?" He asked, tears rushing down his fair cheeks
"No Niall-"
He started tearing out my drawings, paintings and sketches. Making sure to screw up the pictures I'd drew of him and throwing them at me
He pointed a finger at me, his hand trembling as he tried to muffled his sobs with his other hand
"Fuck you" he whimpered "fuck you... Fuck. You."
"Pass" I glowered at him
He dropped my now empty cover on the floor, shaking his head and weaving his fingers into his hair.
He pulled and he made himself cry out before looking up at me and shaking his head again
"We're through"
