International Love. ✈ z.h.

twenty-eight. ~ ❝i love you.❞ ✈

Niall's Pov

My actions were almost automatic as I grabbed my suitcase and carry-on bag down the stairs, my mother's arms crossed in worry as she gave a small sigh.

"You sure you don't want to say goodbye to your brother and your father?"

"If they know where I'm going they'll try to convince me not to go. And I don't want to hear it since my mind is all made up." I took one look at the sadness in her eyes, my heart sinking as I gave a sigh and walked over towards her.

"I know you don't exactly agree with this either, mom. But I have to do this. I have to make sure he doesn't do something stupid. I'm the only one that still cares for him, despite what he did to me. Just...let me do this." She hesitated at first, her arms soon becoming uncrossed and wrapping around me as she squeezed me tight.

"If that's what your gut is telling you, then trust it. Just, please be safe Niall. Don't make me have to fly all the way out to London this time." She tried to make light of the situation, a small laugh escaping my lips as I gave a slight nod.

"Of course. I love you." I gave her a kiss on the cheek before grabbing my bag just as my uber arrived, putting my things in the trunk while I nervously pull up the ticket I'd just bought to London. He was angry at me, and I didn't blame him; hell I didn't even give him the chance to explain himself.

That was what I wanted, wasn't it?

To know why he'd suddenly decided that he and I weren't a good match, why he'd ended it as quickly as it had began and took off without another word. I wanted answers to everything, and when he was finally ready to tell me I went and ruined it by not letting him speak. At this point all I could do was just hope that he was okay, my leg bouncing from anxiety as the cab drove me to the airport.

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I checked the address over and over a thousand times, my tongue running over my lips as the nerves grew in my stomach. I wanted to throw the door open and demand he talk to me about why he'd turned to that; but I knew that that was the worst idea I could possibly come up with. Hell if he didn't even have to let me into his house if I was being honest.

I hesitated a few times, turned around now and then as if to walk away, but I knew that I had to do this. I needed to do this.

Once I'd mustered up enough courage I gave a few sharp knocks on his door, tapping my foot as I waited for the door to open. I felt my heart stop as the locks slowly started to turn over, my breath quickening as suddenly the door was pulled open, Zayn's gaping eyes and mouth staring at me as I gave a nervous chuckle.

"Hey, Zayn."

Zayn's Pov

I wanted to slam the door in his face. I really I did.

But the look on his face; those damn blue eyes that sucked me in every time made it almost impossible. I looked around as he carried his suitcase beside him, leaning my head out the door as I remembered that we were both famous and the press would have an absolute field day with this.

"Shit, get inside." I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tugged him inside, quickly locking the doors behind us and closing the curtains so that nobody could see us from the outside. I was seriously regretting not having a shirt on, noticing how his eyes wandered over my thinned out figure.

"You've got um..." He pointed around my chest and stomach, paint streaks littering my body as I shrugged.

"I was painting before I heard a few knocks on my door. Sorry, if I knew you were coming I would've cleaned up." My sarcastic tone caused him to wince as he slowly walked from the foyer towards the living room, my arms crossed as I watched him look around.

"Wow...your home is beautiful." He played with his fingers while I simply leaned against the wall as he leaned against my couch. My vulnerability was off the charts; really if I even had an inkling that Niall would just show up I would've been in some completely different country by now.

I was pissed; how dare he tell me what I should and shouldn't feel. And I made that known as he gave a sigh and went to speak.

"Look Zayn—"

"What? Have you come to tell me how pathetic I am? Or that you should've been cutting instead of me? Oh I know, how about the fact that I broke your heart so I don't deserve to feel this way, huh? Is that it? Because you've already said enough at that damn cafe." Without even realizing I was now in front of him, our noses almost touching as his anger began to rise.

I could see the slow burn starting to rise in his eyes as he scoffed, shaking his head as he pushed me away.

"I don't know why I even came here."

"Yeah, neither do I."

"You know what Zayn? I came back because I fucking felt bad for not letting you talk, but now I realize, you're just an asshole! I can't believe I had to almost kill myself just to see it." That made my blood boil as he stormed off towards the foyer to grab his bag, and before I could stop myself I was running after him.

"I don't think so; you came to me remember?" I grabbed his wrist as he turned towards me, trying to tug it out of my grasp as he gave a wry smile.

"Yeah, what a mistake that was," My grip on him tightened as he grunted, his body fully turned towards me as he glared. "Let me go, Zayn."

"No." I stated firmly, my lips set in a tight line as he continued to struggle. I was beyond pissed off, but the longer I looked at him the easier it was to realize that no matter what had happened between us, I was still madly in love with this guy.

His laugh, his eyes, his voice. Everything about him that other's constantly overlooked his what made me ultimately fall in love with him, and I wasn't going to lose this chance that had been given to me.

"Yes! Let me go!" He was really tugging now, the action making me groan as I shoved him against the door and pinned him there.

"No, god damn it! I'm not letting you get away from me this time!" I yelled, noticing the small vein that popped out of his neck as his brows furrowed and his face turned red.

"Why not huh? Why not just let me go like you did before you fucking prick!"

"Because I fucking love you, you piece of shit!" I yelled right back, foreheads touching and breathing heavy as we stared at each other. The anger was still there, burning in both of us as it began to be fueled by something else. Passion. Lust.

"I love you too." He breathed out, and before I knew it his lips were smashed against mine.