The Duet

19.

*Niall's POV*

I looked at the picture on the dream board of me and Liam laughing. I closed my eyes sighing before taking it down. I went outside and looked at it again before flicking the light of the lighter and starting a fire on two corners of the photo. I sighed laying it down on the ground. I took a picture of it. I watched it burn until it was no more.

I posted the picture to Instagram. With a black and white filter.

"I wish that I could lie to you guys. I really do. But I respect you too much. Niam has came to an end and you guys have a right to know so that you will not be expecting us after our hiatus. I will be doing my own things and as far as Liam I have no idea what he has planned but we are no longer Niam nor does Niam still exist. We are Liam and Niall and we are separate. For anyone this hurt I do apologize but it hurt me too. I decided this is what I want for me. I don't want you guys to see me as selfish but right now I can not go into detail. Ask Liam if he's willing to answer but until further notice this is all I can supply you guys with. It's no joke and I hope you can respect my decision. I hope not to lose too many of you. Sincerely, someone who truly loves each and every one of you -N🥀"

I slowly opened my eyes. And shook the dream out my head. My minds been rethinking of my apology. What more I could of said or how less I could have said it. I let it rest and looked up and breathed. I sighed stretching a bit. Well as much as I could. Zayn has his arms me and he was still sleep. I sighed again.

I immediately turned around in his hold so my morning breathe wasn't the first thing he smelled. My goodness I need to get up. He pulled me against him and I felt his member against my bum.

"Zayn let me up." I said.

"Why?" He asked sleepily and then grit his teeth.

"I have to brush my teeth." I said and he let me go. I got up grabbing my toothbrush out my suit case and went to the bathroom brushing my teeth.

I looked in the mirror smiling and I left out back into my room and Zayn was sat up on the bed rubbing his eyes.

"Morning sleepy head." I said.

"Morning, Love." He said very smoothly.

"Make me breakfast." I said and he smiled getting up.

"I'm not your servant." He said.

"But you are the host." I said.

"You are not a guest in this house anymore." He said going in the bathroom closing the door.

"I am too! I don't know where everything is just yet, or like anything about the house or nothing." I said. Leaning up against the door.

"You know where the kitchen is and that the pantry and fridge both have food in them." He said and I whined.

"But Zayn." I whined.

"Cool it. I'll be out in a second." He said and I smiled sliding down the door and just sitting there. When he came out I fell inside and he sighed walking over me and pulling me up.

We went downstairs and I smiled just walking around with him as he made breakfast. He groaned. "I made you breakfast at my house if you can recall." I said.

"I can, but I wasn't up under you though." He said turning to look at me smiling.

"Yeah but aren't I just so fun to be around." I said smiling and he bit his lip.

"Only sometimes." He said and I hit him.

"Watch yourself." He said and I hit him again and his hands dug into my side and I laughed a bit before pulling away.