Blinded (z.h)

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Ever since Niall left the house to go on his "date" or whatever with Harry, I've been crying on the couch like my boyfriend just dumped me for someone else.

I heard the front door open an hour or two after Niall left, but I kept my face hidden in my tear- and snot-covered pillow. I doubted it was Niall—he had just left, so there was no way he would come back so early. And frankly, I didn't care if it was a criminal or something—I had already lost my love, so what else was there to live for?

"Zayn!" I heard a higher pitched voice call.

Louis.

"Zayn, where are you?" Louis shouted again.

I didn't respond. He would find me eventually, and I didn't have enough motivation to even open my mouth.

"Zayn?" I heard his voice clearer and calmer as he entered my room. I felt the bed dip next to me and a warm hand on my shoulder. "Zayn, lad, what have you done to yourself?"

I turned my head to face Louis, keeping my head stuck to the pillow, still not saying a word.

"Zayn," Louis sighed as he held his forehead in his hands. "I know this is really, really tough for you, but you can't do this to yourself. I know you love him, but you have to get over him. I hate to say it, but I'm afraid there's no chance for you and Niall anymore."

I hastily sat up and threw a fist into my wet pillow. "No!" I screamed at my pillow. "No! He can't be Harry's! Harry doesn't deserve him! I deserve him! I've been waiting so long for him and Harry can't take him just like that!"

Louis put both his hands on my shoulders. "I know it's not fair, but that's how life works. Some people just have to work harder than others."

I laid my chest on the bed again, not knowing how to respond. "Just leave me alone, Louis. I don't wanna talk to anyone right now. I just wanna cry my eyes out."

Louis clapped his hands together in defeat as he got up from the bed. "Alright, Zayn, I'll leave. But please, I'm asking you one more time to not do this to yourself. It's not worth it."

I shoved my face further into my pillow, hearing Louis shuffle out the room.

"Bye, Zayn," Louis said before slamming the front door shut.

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I opened my eyes to my alarm clock that read 3:58. It was still dark out, so I assumed that it was the middle of the night.

I got up from my bed and walked to Niall's room, flashing my phone's light inside to see if Niall was home. When I found his bed still neatly made, I began to worry.

I ran around our dorm, trying to find Niall, but failing to see no trace of him.

Niall should be home by now, I thought frantically. Where the hell is he?

I dialed his number in my phone, but was disappointed when I heard a lady's voice say, "The number you have dialed is unavailable right now."

What if something terrible happened to him? I grabbed my jacket and keys and headed out the door, planning to find Niall, no matter how long it would take.