Break Up With Your Boyfriend, I'm Bored [ziall/ziam]

Prologue:

It was the feeling of euphoria.
That's what got Niall hooked. Hooked on many things. On singing, on performing—on watching Zayn from afar. That's what got him hooked, the fear of getting caught.

It was the ringing in his ears. The screams from fans, shouting their names. Yeah, that's what got him hooked. And also, the way Zayn's lips formed when he sang.

He could feel the music pounce, the floor quiver. And it made him writhe, in a good way. Niall loved the adrenaline in his system at times like this. At times like—when Zayn caught his eye and they gave each other a smile. Yeah, yeah, he loved it.

Niall couldn't help, but have the urge to touch him. He didn't, though. He couldn't. Niall remembered, it was the first time Zayn made his heart flutter in a weird way—a different way. At a concert like this. So many years ago. He loved it.

He was at a point where he stopped lying to himself about it. Niall was utterly and hopelessly in love with Zayn. But he has always been too shy to make a move. That's just who Niall was. Innocent, sweet, shy. But he was fine with it. As long as he could still watch Zayn from afar. During interviews. During concerts. It was fine.

Until one day he watched Zayn make out with Liam. And it broke his little heart.