"Zayn Malik!" I heard someone screech, making me groan and sit up on the couch. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and when I looked up, I found an angry, red-faced Liam. "How could you?"
"How could I what?" I asked confused, still overwhelmed with sleepiness. I now felt a huge headache and remembered how drunk I got last night.
"Why don't you ask yourself that?" Liam cried, tears running down his cheeks.
What the hell is going on?
"Liam, I don't understand what you're—" I turned my head to find a naked Niall sleeping beside me, making me gasp. It was all making sense now: After I got drunk last night, I saw Niall and thought he was Liam, and fucked him to sleep. Shit. "Liam, I can explain."
"How the fuck are you to explain this, Zayn? How?" Liam screamed. "I trusted you, and you betrayed me, Zayn!"
I got up and walked over to Liam, taking his hand in mine. "Babe, it's not what you think."
He took his hand back from me and scoffed. "Don't touch me. In fact, don't even speak to me." He walked to the door and opened it. "I don't ever wanna see you again. Goodbye, Zayn."
"Wait, Liam!" I called out. He ignored me, though, and walked out, slamming the door on my face. I walked back to the living room and sat down, throwing my face in my hands and beginning to cry.
"Zayn," I heard Niall's comforting voice beside me as he rested his hand on my back. "I'm so sorry, Zayn."
"Why are you saying sorry?" I asked, not looking up at him.
"Because I should've tried harder to stop you. I really should've."
"It's not your fault, Niall," I sighed, getting up. "It's mine." I started walking upstairs to my room. "I'm sorry, but I just want to be alone right now."
"It's okay. Take as much time as you need to. I'll be right here if you need me," I heard Niall say from the living room.
I finally got inside my room and threw myself in there.
What have I done? I just lost my precious jewel. My little puppy. My baby.
Why did I have to get drunk? Why? I couldn't just sleep away the pain. I just had to drink it away. Why don't I ever make smart decisions? Why?
Why does all the bad stuff always happen to me? I'm a good person, I've never put anyone through pain or harm. What did I do to deserve this?
I sat up hastily on the bed and ruffled my hair. No. I'm not gonna just sit around here all day and mourn. I'm gonna fix this. I'm gonna make everything right. I have to at least try. I need my Lima Bean back.
I got up and walked to my closet, grabbing some black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a denim button-up. I was going to take a shower and go to Liam's house and explain everything, and he was going to take me back and we would live happily ever after.
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Blinded (z.h)
Fanfiction"It's gonna take a while for him to open his eyes, but when he does, I'll be the first one in his sight." Niall Horan and Zayn Malik are just two normal, college-going guys who dorm together. However, dilemmas arise when Zayn begins to develop feeli...
