falling for him // ziall

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Zayn’s POV

One day left until graduation day

I woke up in the lonely, cold and unwelcoming double bed. I turned around hoping to see Niall there, obviously, he wasn’t… He was still ‘getting some time alone’ like Liam called it. Speaking of Liam, he’s slightly weird out about what I was attempting to experience yesterday, but other than making our friendship slightly awkward we’re alright, I suppose. I patted the empty side of the bed and sighed heavily. Tomorrow we graduate and I don’t have my Niall with me… This isn’t how I pictured the day before graduation. I kept telling myself to stay positive and that a lot could happen in a day, but I honestly doubt it. Nothing will happen in a day. Niall won’t come back and hug me tightly in slow motion when he sees me, nor are we going to share a lovely kiss when we spot each other, nothing is going to happen, because this isn’t some love story, this is real life. I looked once again at the empty bedside next to me and bit my lip. I really do love him, I told myself. How did I manage to fall in love with someone so much in less than a year…? My alarm clock rang again reminding me to get ready for the last day of college before graduation.

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I walked through the halls of the university and saw Niall walking from the other end, once he spotted me; we made eye contact for what felt like forever, and honestly it still made my heart flutter... No words were spoken, but the looks said it all. He was clearly pissed. I didn’t understand why because how was I to blame, anyways? I wasn’t the one who called Maura. I wasn’t the one who kissed an ex-boyfriend? I wasn’t the one who made any mistakes, yet I was the one who wanted to apologize when I did nothing wrong…

He looked at me again and turned around and went back to where he came from. It was heart breaking to not see him smile at me brightly and jump into my arms and have him tell me he loves me… I sighed to myself as I saw his figure being blocked by the other bodies as he walked away. I forced myself to walk towards the second class... One more class and I get to see if he’ll speak to me in our class.

Third class came, and he hasn’t texted me or called nor spoken to me. It doesn’t feel right. It makes me feel numb and I don’t like the feeling… I sat down in my chair and Niall walked in and his eyes scanned the room, he walked up the steps and sat in the back instead of the front where he usually sits. I turned around and whispered, ‘Niall,’ but he didn’t even turn around. I then hissed louder, ‘Pst, Niall!’ But, he still didn’t hear. I felt stupid for trying so hard when it looked like he wasn’t even putting any effort into healing our relationship… I thought he cared as much as I did about it… Guess I was wrong.

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Louis’ POV

I was laying in my bed holding Harry’s long, soft fingers in mine. I traced them up and down and smiled at the beautiful curly haired in front of me. I smiled him softly and he looked at me with slightly anxious eyes.

“What wrong?” I asked him and placed our hands down.

“Zayn…and Niall,” Harry mumbled, his voice clearly read ‘worried.’

“They’ll be fine, they’re just crossing a tough road,” I kissed Harry’s hand and rubbed his back.

Harry shook his head, “No… They won’t they need help from someone,”

“Us?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded.

“Well, how?” I asked him, cuddling into his chest under the sheets.

Harry kissed my forehead, “You’ll see… Are they going to the graduation party?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, I suppose so,”