Niall.
I stood outside Zayn's large home, watching him hurl into the toilets
Josh was sitting back on his bed, his face in his hands as he occasionally glanced into the bathroom
This must be so worrying for him... Zayn's boyfriend having to sit there and listen to the vomiting when he clearly can't handle it
I wanted to go in there, hold Zayn through this, tell him it's because of all that ice cream Josh had carelessly let him eat
I have to go in there
I walked through and open window, hiding as Josh emerged from his room.
He opened a high cupboard, filling a glass with water and starting to drink from it... How is he calm when that man is in there with his innards soon to be outtards?
I rushed quickly to Josh and Zayn's room, violent and clearer sickness noises in a bathroom
I went in, smiling when I saw Zayn
"Hi Zaynie"
He didn't say anything, he just threw up again
I massages his shoulders, his hurtling becoming less and less frequent.
The disgusting pinkish-orange on his lower lip
The smell was repulsive, acidic and powerful, making me want to gag
Zayn threw my hands off him, washing his face and brushing his teeth before turning to face me
"How did you get in here?" He asked
"Window"
"How'd you know I was here"
"I followed Josh"
Zayn shook his head at me for the second time tonight, wiping his teary eyes
"You need to leave"
"Why?"
"This is trespassing" Zayn said quietly "and I don't want you here"
"Why?" Niall asked "you told me only a few hours ago you were in love with me, why don't you want me?"
"Because you've got a boyfriend" I said "one that doesn't get along with me, you're both rich, you're both well known and I'm just a broke faggot"
"This house says otherwise"
"It's not my house" he lowered his voice "it's Josh's"
"Who is Josh to you?" I asked, remembering him pick up Zayn on his first day, hug Zayn, call Zayn at work, pick Zayn up this evening, drop Zayn off every morning, cuddling Zayn on his bed only minutes ago as though they were a couple, and him standing beside Zayn while he three up and I was outside
"My bestfriend"
"That's it?" I asked "you don't have any feelings for him?"
"No, he's got a fiancé"
"So?"
"He's just my friend"
"Zayn?" Josh called out
Shit.
"Zayn!" Josh called again "who the fuck are you talking to?"
We both stopped speaking and Zayn and I stared at each other
"I want to quit" he said quietly
"What?"
"I'm quitting" he said softly "I'm sorry but I can't work for you, not you Ni"
