Is This Love? | Ziall

Fall.

Harry walked out of Zayn’s house after he ended the call with Niall. He was sure that he had Niall’s heart in the bag, after all, it wasn’t him who had broken Niall’s heart. “Bye Zaynie-kins!”, he yelled out, before slamming the door behind him and smiling smugly.

Just as he began walking, his phone began to ring. “Hello?” He questioned, wondering why it was an unknown caller who had contacted him, and especially at the time, which was nearly 11 at night. Harry heard a whimper, before a voice saying, “H-harry?”

Smirking to his self, Harry responded, “yeah Niall?” he knew he had this in the bag. Niall was basically a puppy, without its owner, it was lost. “Can you pick me up?” Harry heard the cries in the background, and he automatically felt sorry for the guy. He knew that this was his chance at taking Niall to be his, so he better not screw it up. “Yeah, I’ll be by the park alright?” Harry said quietly, getting into his car already.

Niall, who was still on the other line, was surprised at how well the other boy knew him. Grinning softly to himself, he ended the call. Harry shoved his phone into his pocket, before starting his engine and driving off. He stopped by the children’s playground at the corner of a few streets down, and got out of his car.

He spotted Niall sitting on a lonely swing, and instead of yelling out his name, he sat beside the other boy. “You feeling okay?” Harry asked, although he knew it was a stupid question. Niall looked at him baffled, “No, why do you think I’m out here at midnight?” Harry chuckled to himself, “actually, it’s only 11:10.” Niall laughed alongside of Harry, feeling happy for just a bit. He got off the swing and stretched a little bit, before walking off again.

“Oi, where you going?” Harry called out, speed-walking towards the blonde boy. “Home, obviously”, Niall responded, walking faster.

“At least let me drop you off!” the curly-haired boy said, in attempt to keep their conversation going. Niall sighed in defeat, “alright” he responded, before pondering off to Harry’s car.

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“Liam! Go home!” Louis shrieked, getting annoyed with the taller boy. Ok, so maybe they made out a bunch of times and maybe Louis was starting to fall for this jerk and maybe, just maybe, Louis cuddled Liam while he was asleep.

Liam chuckled, noting how cute the older, yet shorter, boy looked when he was annoyed. His eyebrows furrowed together, lips pursed, and his hands on his hips; absolutely adorable. “Alright, alright” Liam had caved in. For once, he obliged to leaving the boy alone and going to his own flat, one that had been abandoned for quite a while now.

“But” Liam started, “only if you give me a goodbye kiss.” Louis looked up at the boy in shock, and shit was all he could think of in that moment. He didn’t want to have to kiss him goodbye, because Louis knew that if he did, Liam would never be able to go home. And the poor boy had been trapped in his flat for oh-so long.

He rolled his eyes, leaning in for a quick peck on Liam’s awaiting cheek. “Alright, done. Go away now!” Louis muttered, his face flushing a bright red. The older boy laughed at the younger. “Ok, I’m leaving now” Liam said, and before he was out the door, he grabbed Louis’ waist and pressed his lips to his. Louis melted into the kiss, moving his lips along with Liam’s.

He bucked his hips up, trying to get more contact towards Liam. The taller boy pulled away, laughing at the other boy’s attempt to touch him. “Alright Lou” Liam started, “goodbye” he winked, and was off. Louis stood by his doorframe, sneaking quick glances at the boy before he was completely gone.

Sighing to himself, he shut the door closed. Running up the stairs, he jumped into his bed and hugged his pillow. A grey flash swept across his eyes, and he noticed that Liam had left his grey Nike jacket there. Louis picked it up, it even smelled like him, he thought. He put in on, noticing how much larger it was on him.

Louis made his way back to his bed, and flopped on it, cuddling closely into the jacket. He felt around before finding something in his pocket –Liam’s phone. Deciding to be a possessive boyfriend/friend/friends with benefit type thing, in fact, he actually didn’t know what he and Liam were, he went through the phone.

The phone rang, and he was frightened. The caller ID read “My One True Love” with a little heart beside it. He had no idea who it was, but he was more than determined to find out. He pressed the accept call, not knowing what he was doing.

“Hello?” He said quietly. And to say he was shocked as to who was on the other line, was an underestimate.

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AYO I HOPE THIS IS A BETTER CHAPTER THAN THAT SHIT FILLER. UH HAPPY VALENTINES DAY I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD ONE AND IF NOT THEN I’M YOUR VALENTINE!

hopefully at least 3 comments and 4 votes (don't mind the other chapter) x