One-shots {[Niall Centric]}

«I can love you»

Zayn is a biker/ gang leader and Niall is his special blonde, who helps him with everything.

Things start changing though and Niall is confused, until Zayn decides that he can't do it anymore, and needs to end, whatever that is happening.

Niall doesn't take it though and decides it's his turn, to speak.

This is going to be a book, called 'maybe scars are better than beauty' so watch out for that book!!
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Niall's sitting on the window edge, waiting for Zayn and his gang to come back to the house and walk in, with big smiles like always.

They may kill, sell drugs, do drugs, do all sorts of stuff that is bad, but Niall loves them all.

Zayn though, he's been distant. Coming home late with love bites all over his neck. Lipstick stains. Messy clothes. Niall knows he's cheating, but it's just happened, and niall knows that Zayn doesn't mean no harm to doing this to him, but he's still broken.

Niall cried himself back to sleep, when Zayn left the house, at 3:30 am, for no reason at all. No note, nothing.

Just then, he hears engines roaring and he smiles, running downstairs, and out the house, and flinging himself at Zayn.

"I've missed you" he whispers, as he sees, fresh love bites, on his neck, he closes his eyes tight, pushing back the tears, that would come falling down his face, if he let his eyes, stay open, for more then a split second.

"Get off me" Zayn spat, and Niall took a step back, frowning.

"Zayn-" Zayn cuts Liam off, and glares at Niall.

"Whatever is happening between us, is fucking over. I don't love you, like you tell me everyday, I hate you. It's time to confess that I've cheated million of times, because I hate you"

"Zayn!!" Louis yells and I smiled, as that silenced everyone.

"I know. The hickeys on your neck, body, collarbone, anywhere on your body, that I find every time you are home, old or fresh, I know they are not from me. The way you come home in a mess, with your shirt either backwards, pants unzipped or unbuttoned. The way you leave at 3 am in the morning, everyday." Niall looked him in the eyes, as tears swarm his eyes.

"But when I tell you That loving you almost makes me forget how much I hate myself. Loving you is taking all of the love I could never give myself and putting it to good use. It is reminding myself that if someone can love a dying thing this way, can hold the Lazarus of my body and give thanks for the way it holds back - if someone can kiss the scars administer the pills, absorb the bad days and wake up smiling next to me, then I can try to breathe again. Because self-love does not always come first. Or second. Or even ever." He stops for a second, a tear rolling down his face, while looking into Zayn's eyes "But your love be the guardrail on the edge, be the drawers that hide all the sharp things, be the body that carries my collapsed frame into bed, be the flowers you bought; because even though they are dying too they still dance." Niall wipes a tear away, stepping back further, and stepping on the porch, he takes his shirt off "Love will not heal me, will not wipe my slate of my body clean - I will always be a boy of wounds of rope-mark neck and melted skin. Love will not heal me; but it will hold my hand if I ever heal myself and maybe teach me a joke that I can stay alive long enough to laugh at. I love you enough to want to love myself too." Niall finishes, as Zayn roams his body of scars, that's happened during some little mishaps, he looks Niall in the eyes.

Niall puts his shirt back on, and says one last thing.

"And when you say I love you, it breaks me to know, that you say it to me, then leave, to another women. I say I love you though, because I truly love, the scars that bury deep within"

Zayn runs up to him, and picks Niall up, as their lips collide.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he cries, and niall smiled, a tear rolling down his face.

"I'm sorry to" he whispered, and wrapping his arms around him. "I'm more than sorry"

Zayn rubs his back, and he holds him tight, as everyone claps and whistles.

"Why are you sorry" Niall shrugged, looking at the boys.

"Because, I never got the chance to say I love you, this morning" he smiles softly, and puts niall down, looking him in the eyes.

"Maybe I should be the one saying I love you" he kissed Niall again, and he smiled, wrapping his arms around him.

"I love you"