You Want Me (Ziall) Discontinued

Chapter 8

"Hello." Zayn said. He answered. I sighed in relief thankful that he didn't think I hated him. "You finally decided to talk to me." Zayn chuckled.

"I'm sorry-

"It's alright. I understand. When you hang around assholes you tend to wonder if I'm like them." Zayn laughed. "One thing you need to know Niall. I'm not."

"Zayn I was just scared-

"Scared of what?! Me being the same. Me being like Justin. Well I'm not like him. Look Justin is my brother. I love Justin. Yeah he's a total jerk but that doesn't mean I'm the same. I care for you so much. I don't ever want to hurt you. You are way way to important to me." Zayn said. I felt like my heart dropped. Zayn actually felt that way about me. "Please say something."

"Well when you make a speech like that........." I trailed off. "I like you too Zayn. I just don't want to go any route that could end up making me lose myself and everything I care about."

"But you have to trust me. Do you trust me." Zayn asked.

"Yes. I do." I said hesitantly.

"That doesn't sound like honesty." Zayn chuckled.

"Zayn-

"You know what forget about the honesty. Why don't we go out tomorrow 'k. I think we both should take it slow." Zayn said. I could almost hear the soft smile that was probably placed on his lips. I missed it.

"Yeah. That would be great." I said smiling.

"Cool. Um well I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow Niall."

"You too. Bye." I yawned feeling tired as well shutting off the phone. Pushing Harry off my lap, I walked upstairs to the guest room, sniffing the sheets before coming to the conclusion that Harry and Louis did not have sex in here and went to bed.

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Zayn's POV

Even though I was tired the whole night, I still couldn't fall asleep. I just couldn't stop thinking about Niall. He's changing me in ways I never knew I could.

If I hadn't found Niall, I don't think I would've cared for the fact that Justin cheated on Selena. Again. I probably would have laughed.

I don't hate Justin though. I'd never hate him. It's like hating your own brother. I'm disappointed though.

I just don't get it. But it's not even my problem. I just need to worry about Niall. I have to be by him.

The sun started to rise causing light to barge into the room, making me groan as I got up out of bed.

I smiled softly knowing that today I was going to see Niall.

After I showered, brushed my teeth and did my messy hair, I put on my to cool for school t-shirt with my skinny blue jeans, red converse, with bracelets and a SnapBack with its tongue the opposite way.

I grabbed my keys heading out the door to my car. Taking my glasses out the cupboard, I put them on and started the engine.

Sometimes the paparazzi come early to take pics when I'm driving and I really don't want to hurt anybody so I make sure to where my glasses.

Today I was going to see Niall and I was happy because I seriously missed him. It's kinda stupid though how a friendship with someone can sometimes indicate who you really are as a person. But I wanted to let Niall know that I'm not like Justin. I'm different.

Or maybe he's changing me. I used to be that cocky jerk that was just brought into music, thinking that I had it all, when in the beginning I never had anyone or anything.