Blinded (z.h)

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After hours of looking for Niall on the streets, I came back to our dorm with tear-stained cheeks and a sore throat from yelling his name everywhere.

What must've happened to him?

It was now eight in the morning, and I had no trace of Niall. I walked to his bedroom, hoping one last time that he was there.

I opened the door to find Niall wiping a picture frame with his hands.

Wait, what the fuck?

"Oi, hey, lad," Niall greeted, looking at me for half a second before going back to propping the frame up on his dresser.

"Where have you been?" I shouted angrily. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Sorry, mate, I spent the night at Harry's." He scratched the back of his neck, blushing as a small smile crept up on his face. "We . . . you know . . ."

"You what?" I asked, shocked. "You slept with him?"

He nodded at the floor, the grin not leaving his face. "It was great, really. He—"

"What the fuck, Niall? How long have you known Harry that you slept with him? You guys aren't even dating!"

Niall looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows, and the redness of bashfulness on his face had turned into redness of anger. "What do you care, Zayn? Stop nosing into my personal affairs!" He turned around and walked to his closet, his back facing me. "And I'll have you know, we're dating now."

I walked up to him and wagged my index finger at his face. "Don't tell me to get involved in your personal affairs when you're the one who brought me in them in the first place," I said low and furiously before I walked out of his room and slammed his door, the picture frame taking my sight. It was a selfie of him and Harry at the rollerskating rink last night.

I already had my jacket on and my keys in my pocket, so I left, heading off to Louis'.

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"Zayn, I told you right from the beginning that falling for Niall isn't the best idea. I told you. But you never listen to me," Louis sighed.

"I didn't know Harry would actually date him!" I cried, clinging onto a throw pillow against my chest.

Louis dropped his face in his hands in front of him. "It's not like you can do anything about it now."

I ignored his statement, letting my anger get the best of me. "That little slut! Sleeping with a guy he just met!"

"Zayn, try to understand his point of view. If you had the chance to date Niall, wouldn't you?"

I slightly nodded my head. "Well, yeah."

"See? That's what he's going through. He was given a chance to be with the guy he fell head over heels with, and he took it, like anyone else would."

"But he doesn't even know Harry! It was just a stupid crush at first! He doesn't love Harry like I love him!"

"Zayn, sometimes you just have to accept some things whether you like it or not." He grabbed a blanket and spread it over my body. "Get some rest, please. You look like a zombie."

I let my weary mind drift to sleep, knowing that I had class later today and that I couldn't show up like a crying mess.