I Wish That Was Me

Chapter 6 -part 2-

***yepp I know it's been weeks..sigh. Im just really starting to dislike this story. I didn't feel like writing anymore, but I can't just leave ya guys hanging so...here's the next part to chapter 6! Hope ya like it!

( Oh yea I might be uploading a new story and it will definitely be boyxboy. ) ^-^***

Chapter 6 -part 2-

*Zayn's POV*

Niall crying in his sleep, me waking him up; the whole night just kind of went on like that. It was so painful seeing him in that condition. Sometimes I wonder, is he like that every night? Just the thought of him sobbing for hours on end, it made me crumble up inside..its..It's just not right, not normal, for someone to be like this. He needs someone to talk to, it can't be good keeping all those feelings locked up. To keep them in, only to let them come out in his dreams.

My thoughts expanded into new ones, his dreams must be horrid. I take that back, nightmares not dreams. I was now feeling incredibly sorry for the lad. All I can do,though, is be the best mate I can be.

That's why I'm here, in the kitchen. I decided to cook him some breakfast, the least I can do. I turn my head towards the clock, eight-thirty ish. He's still asleep. The boys and Danielle left about twenty minutes ago. Apparently Liam and Danielle are going for a walk, and Louis and Harry are...well... They didn't really say. But they were talking about this huge arcade earlier, my guess is that's where they're headed.

...What's that smell..my eyes widened. The pancakes! I ran over to the stove, turning it off and removing the pan. Well, there goes that. I carefully touched the burnt pancake. Hard as a rocks. I sighed, never really was a good cook. But this wasn't about me, it was about Niall. Let's just make another batch. Yea that's right, I'm not giving up! I hurried to the cupboard, grabbing the flour and retrieving everything else needed. Setting all of it on the table, I dumped all the ingredients into the bowl. Stirring faster than anything. Then, all of a sudden, there was a loud a noise. I looked around and my eyes finally found the ground.The bowl was on the floor, along with everything else.

*Niall's POV*

"Woah! What happened in here!?" He stared sheepishly at the ground.

"Umm....well...",he paused, grabbing the roll of napkins. I watched as he kneeled down and started wiping the floor.

That was the first time we talked in weeks.I don't know why we haven't, though. The whole thing is kind of silly. I let out a small chuckle, "Here, let me help", reaching for the napkins.

"No!" His voice made me jump, dropping the roll into the mess.

"Why'd you do that, now we have no napkins!" , I let out a frustrated breath.

"Sorry...I didn't mean to startle you. It's just..I made this mess so I'll clean it up."

"Yea, no way I'm letting you clean this yourself. Actually, we can just call service."

He looked up at me, but then shook his head.

"No I caused this, I should clea--"

I interrupted him. "But you don't have anything to use. What, you're gonna use your hands?"

I said with a smirk. He opened his mouth to say something, but then then he realized I was right. He slowly nodded his head and let out a sigh.

I walked to phone that was laying on the counter, and dialed the front desk.

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Someone had already came and cleaned up the mess. Now we are just sitting in the living room.

"We need to talk", He had a determined look on his face.

"Yea..." I didn't really want to,I already knew what he wanted to talk about.

Now that I actually got to look at Zayn's face, I realized how tired he looked. He had dark circles and bags under his eyes. This means he wasn't able to sleep..shit. Although I knew I was probably crying last night, I just really hoped I was wrong. I suddenly felt really uncomfortable and started to fidget on the couch.

"Okay. Let's start from the beginning"

The beginning? I racked my memory and pulled out a scene from when this whole thing started. The farthest I remember was when...we were watching Grease.