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

Chapter 2:

Niall was laying with his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The dark of the night had embraced him in a tight hug as his heart was still shattered in pieces. He felt ridiculous. He couldn't believe how oblivious he had been. Of course it was Liam. It was always Liam.

He closed his eyes, tears escaping its corners. His thoughts were running wild—kept drifting back to the scene he had seen merely a few hours ago. Niall tried holding back his fits of weeping, but it was hard. He didn't know wether he was able to piece his heart back together. All his struggles—the secret, the lies, even. All for nothing. Niall felt miserable. He curled up in a ball as more tears fell and he couldn't help, but grip himself tighter in hopes of making the pain go away.

Niall felt betrayed. Why had Zayn been acting this way towards him all this time then? If he never had any feelings for Niall? Had Zayn been playing him all this time? Niall's innocent heart didn't deserve all this.

But Niall didn't believe that, either. Zayn had never been that way. Had all of this really only been his imagination?—the way Zayn and him shared glances? how their arms brushed oh so casually?

Sighing, Niall sat up in his bed, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand. He blowed his nose and dried his cheeks from all the tears. There was nothing he could do about it, after all, was there? What was he supposed to do? Go and spill Zayn his feelings? Tell him he loved him all while it was clear that Zayn had feelings for Liam? Liam who had been a close friend of Niall's, who had always been sweet to him and never did anything bad. There was no use.

His heart still ached as he went through his hair with one hand, resting his head back against the wall. He was about to get up and fetch himself a glass of water when it happened.

Knock, knock, knock.

He knew exactly who it was just by the tone and rythm of the knocks. A few moments later, the reassuring, "Niall?" rang out. It was Zayn, his voice as raspy as ever. Niall didn't want to know why.

Stopping in his tracks, he decided he wasn't going to open the door. He couldn't after what he had seen.

"Can we talk?" he heard from the door and Niall wanted to cry, scream—slam his fists against the door. But he didn't. Because that was who he was. Uncertain, he carefully walked over to the door, nonetheless.

Then again, "Can you please open the door?" Niall didn't reply, his hands were curled into fists, his nails leaving marks. "I know you're there, Niall."

He sighed. One shattered piece of his heart still wanted to see him, while his brain was screaming at him to run far away, even if it was out of the window. But Niall had always been more of the heart-type of guy.

Gulping, he clenched the door handle, seconds ticking by—his heart raced so high up his chest, he could've sworn it almost sprang out of his body. And then he opened the door.

There he was—

—Zayn. His love. His heartbreaker.

And he couldn't do anything about it.

Zayn had a sweet smile on his lips. "Hey." Niall averted his eyes away and turned around, walking over to his balcony. He could hear Zayn coming in behind him, closing the door afterwards.

"I know it must've been a surprise for you," Zayn started, only a few feet away from Niall who had his back faced towards him. He couldn't bear looking at his beautiful, out-of-marble-made face. "I never told you about this. About me being bi, I mean."

Niall hissed in air. You also never told me about Liam, he thought, but didn't say anything.

"And I also didn't want you to find out this way," Zayn continued. Niall wondered if he really didn't have a clue? He wanted to ask him, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Niall felt empty inside. Empty and hurt.