I Really Mean Forever (Ziall Horlik) (Good Boy, Bad Boy Sequel)

Chapter Four

Hey guys I know I said I'd get to chapter 5 by the eighteenth but I've just gotten sick and am kind of fighting suicidal thoughts and my boyfriend of four and a half months just broke up with me which is really bad because I thought he was the one but I guess he was just one more... As you can guess I'm not really in the mood to write about people in love but I'll try force myself for my readers... love you guys x

Zayn's P.O.V.

C'mon Niall, answer the God damn phone. Answer please.

"We're sorry-"

"FUCKING CUNT SHIT!" I scream loud enough that I hear someone from outside shout back an annoyed 'Shut up asshole!' as one generally does.

I sit onto my bed with my palms shoved into my eye sockets, tears flowing out the sides like a leaking tap. Silent sobs break in my chest as I read over mine and Nialls texts from what feels like forever ago when it was in fact a few days ago.

Baby how was your day?

It was pretty basic. Uni classes, Starbucks coffee, same as any other day you ask me. Tell me about your day.

I'm an ex drug dealer that works at McDonald's, what news can I have? I don't care how uneventful today was I want to hear about it. I always find you interesting now tell me what damn coffee you got?! 

I don't really want to bore you with my hazel capp, tell me about how much salt you put on the chips and how the ice cream sundaes are made again, I don't really care what we talk about as long as I talk to you. <3

Aww babe! I love you, see you tonight. <3 my place, eight and I wanna see you look smart I'm really making an effort this time.

I sigh a mixed emotion tear filled sigh, hastily wiping them away with the back of my hand almost as quick as they came out.

"Fuck you Niall Horan, I fucking love you." I whisper to myself.

C'mon Niall, one more try. Answer the phone so I know it's meant to be.

I dial in Niall's number out of habit rather than go into my contacts on my phone and hit call.

*RING, RING*

Oh my God it's ringing.

*RING, RING*

Oh my God it's actually going through!

*RING, RING*

NIALL IF I EVER MEANT ANYTHING TO YOU, YOU WILL ANSWER THIS FUCKING PHONE!

*RING, RING*

Niall P.O.V.

"So what if you and Zayn are finished, then what?" Max says softly.

"What do you mean? Life goes on, doesn't it?" I smile even though I'm dying inside.

"Yeah, but what do you plan to do?" Max asks, leaning in slightly.

I catch on and lean in a little as well. "I don't know, and I don't even care at this point."

Zayn doesn't love me, may as well go for it.

We lean in closer, lips first.

"SHE LOOKS SO PERFECT STANDING THERE IN MY AMERICAN APPAREL UNDERWEAR!" I turn my head to see my phone ringing with Zayn's ring tone.