I Will Fix You (Ziall)

Chapter 23

"Zayn Malik of One Direction shocked the whole world with his twit cam last night-"

"One Direction's Zayn Malik showed the fans in his twit cam last night a "page" of his band mate-"

"Niall Horan, in love with his band mate-"

"Zayn revealed the truth! The Bradford-"

"Confirmed! Niall Horan, 1/5 of One Direction, is gay!"

"The Irish Snowflake in love with the Bradford Bad Boy!"

Niall kept on switching the channels, desperately hoping to find one that doesn't have a breaking news between him and Zayn. With every news he saw, his grip on the remote control tightens. His eyes were red, suppressing the tears that were trying so hard to come out of his eyes. He is biting his lower lip so hard, he can taste the blood. 

He switched... and switched... and switched.

He already flipped through every channel but he didn't stop until a knock came on the door. He sighed deeply.

"N-Niall? Are you t-there?" He can hear Louis' voice cracking on the other side. He dropped the remote on the floor, sighed and stood. He walked over to the television, now playing a video of Zayn's twit cam last night.

"N-Niall, please answer us." This time, it was Harry's deep voice that stopped Niall on his track. Though the blonde boy just stared straight on the television. After a few seconds, he reached the T.V. and he heard another knock.

"Nia-" Liam wasn't able to finish his sentence when Niall suddenly shouted.

"JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" And he smashed the T.V. Not paying attention to the massive knocks on the door, the pleading voices of his mates, the panic in their calls. He didn't stop smashing the T.V. Not paying attention how his face is now wet because  of the tears he had been suppressing since 4 AM this morning. Not paying attention on how much blood he's losing because of the injuries in his fist he gained by punching the T.V. repeatedly.

He doesn't care about the world anymore.

All he knows is, he need this. He need this pain. He need to get hurt physically. Get hurt so much that it'll finally overcome the hurt he's feeling emotionally. The only problem is, with every punch, he's only getting more numb. He's body is getting used to the pain he doesn't feel it at all. That's why he doesn't stop. Because he can't.

For an hour, Niall kept on punching. For an hour, the three boys outside the door kept on crying. They can't do anything. They tried breaking the door but they doesn't have any strength and God only knows where it is.

When Niall figured that this will nit do, he stopped. With eyes blurred from all the tears, he walked to the bathroom. Many times he stumbled and fell because of exhaustion but doesn't seem to care at all. When he reached the bathroom, he stripped and headed to the shower. He let the water flow through his body.

This calmed him.

He finished bathing, put on his jeans, a clean white shirt, his blue hoodie  and pulled out his white supra. He didn't bother about his hair, he just let it be. When he opened the door, three shocked, pitiful and sad faces looked at him. He smiled at them.

"Hey," he said, voice still groggy, "Morning."

He then headed for the stairs when Louis pulled out his hands, faced him to them and hugged him. The other two followed. And they had a group hug right on tope of the stairs. He was surprised on what the three did and so he smiled.

"I-I'm okay. I think, I just need to eat something... Something that was made by Hazza. Will you cook me something for breakfast Haz?" He said, with a big smile on his face.