Power And Control [ Ziall ]

v. "shit - i think i am"

“We give and take a little more, eternal game of tug and war.”

Niall was sat in his Art Class, when it hit him.

There was no Harry, no Liam, just ignorant people he preferably avoided.

He sat there, doodling on his blank piece of paper as his teacher went on and on about portraits. The blond sucked in Arts — literally couldn't draw for shit — so, he just acted like he actually cared about what was said.

His mind wandered from time to time, his stomach grumbling a bit, for he hadn't eaten since the day before and it was nearing 12 o'clock, when suddenly, he realized what he had doodled. Not doodled as much as written down, anyway, but right there on the paper stood a name. Undeniable and real.

Zayn.

And that scared the shit out of him.

Quickly, he scribbled over the name, looking around with frantic eyes, as if caught. Luckily for him, no-one saw it and his breath calmed a bit. Until it sank in.

He had written Zayn's name down.

Yes, alright, yes. Zayn was attractive, handsome. And he kept gazing at Niall, but never in a million years would the blond fall for someone like him. He was just thinking about him, because—because—  he kept popping up wherever he was, staring at him and whispering and God, how much Niall wanted to slap that boy.

Apart from that, it was also Harry's fault he kept thinking about the older boy.

“He likes you,” he had said. “My ass,” Niall had replied, shrugging it off like it didn't matter.The truth was, it did matter. Why should someone like Zayn like him? There wasn't anything special about him, nothing that would spark someone's interest. Besides, Zayn was — beautiful and fit and—and Niall was insecure. And, to be honest, he didn't want to fall in love, either. It was meant to have a bad ending.

The blond glanced at the clock. Five minutes to go and he could get out of this suffocating room. His throat was closing up and he breathed hard through his nose.

He wouldn't fall for Zayn. He couldn't fall for Zayn.

Whatever might had happened to him and his ex-girlfriend did not make a good person out of him. Zayn was arrogant and selfish. That was what everyone said. Him and Niall were complete opposites.

The bell rang and Niall took the sheet, crumpled it up and threw it in the bin.

He did not like him.

* * *

“You like him,” Harry stated. “I hate you,” the blond glared at his best mate, biting into his apple, “I don't like him.”

“Of course, you don't,” the younger mocked him, smirking lightly. Niall frowned, “Don't try that, the smirk doesn't work on me.” Harry rolled his eyes, sighing a bit. “Anyway, where's Liam?” he asked, looking around the cafeteria. “Who knows,” Niall shrugged, “Probably with Danielle, where else should he be?” “'Been gone a lot, lately,” Harry mumbled, giving Niall that look and they both understood.

Liam was hanging out a lot with that Sophia Girl from his Social Science Class. “Do you think—?” “Of course, not,” Niall interrupted the younger, putting down his eaten apple, “He loves Danielle.” Harry looked down, not saying anything, because they both knew it was weird how much time Liam spent with Sophia. 

Danielle and him where like their One True Pairing. They were made for each other. If they broke up, Niall would've lost his last bit of faith for love.

“Sorry, guys, I was talking to my Chemistry teacher,” Liam said, coming rushed to their sides and Niall smiled up at him, a bit relieved, “It's fine. What were you talking about?” “My test, it was a D. Anyway, any news?” the oldest looked at them with curious eyes.

“Niall likes Zee,” Harry said and Liam's eyes widened in amusement as Niall immediately punched him. “That's a lie!” he gritted his teeth, crossing his arms. Liam laughed, “Thought so. Anyhow, did anything happen?” Niall was about to reply, when Harry spoke up, “Not really. Unless you count Niall having a panic attack as news.” “Shut up, Harry. I just—ugh.” “You're going crazy,” Harry pointed out and Niall groaned, “Shit — I think I am.”

* * *

        →Harry: You'll never guess what just happened.

        ←Niall: What

        →Harry: Zayn messaged me on Facebook.

        ←Niall: Oh, k. what did he say?

        →Harry: He said he liked my sweater. o.0

        ←Niall: Hm, cool

        →Harry: He's such a weirdo.

        ←Niall: Right

Niall looked up from his phone and his hands were shaking a bit. Zayn complimented Harry. Oh. Okay. Okay. 

He wouldn't ever admit it, but it hurt. And he didn't get it. Was he really jealous? He didn't know what to think. His stomach hurt and he felt so weird inside. But, then again, the reasons were obvious, weren't they? Harry was handsome and fit and thin. Of course, the sweater looked good on him. Of course, Zayn would think that. 

Niall held back some tears; he wouldn't cry, not because of something—of someone as stupid as Zayn. He wasn't worth it. Yet, it bothered him so much that Harry had gotten that compliment. And it bothered him that it bothered him in the first place. Gosh, Niall, get your shit together.

Niall bit his lip, curling in on himself. He never would've thought that something as simple could get him this down. 

Niall was ugly and fat and stupid and disgusting. And Harry was charming and humerous and giggly and pretty and thin. The blond felt so goddamn flawed. 

That was the first time Niall hurt himself. He hit his head with his fists until the pain was everything he could think of and finally fell asleep with dry tears on his cheeks. 

God, he liked Zayn. Why now?

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:( poor niall. i feel for him, sigh. 

what do you guys think of this chapter (i know it's short, i apologize)? why did zayn compliment harry? and what about liam, danielle & sophia? and our poor baby hurt himself. ): and he admitted that he likes zayn just a liiiiittle bit.

soooo, what do you think, what is going to happen? and how's everyone doing? i hope you're all good! 

please vote & comment if you guys liked this :).

have a nice day. Xxxx