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

Chapter 9:

Niall felt horrible. Never in his life had he done something like that. The hurt that had been across Liam's face would haunt Niall in his nightmares.

He was nervously fumbling with his hands as Harry and Louis walked in. They both looked defeated in a way—the conversation with their manager still clearly heavy on their shoulders.

Niall wanted to say something but he thought whatever he was going to say wouldn't change a thing. Besides that, his thoughts were running wild. He was caught up in the drama—couldn't even try to understand what was actually happening.

Almost twenty minutes had passed and there still wasn't a sign of Zayn and Liam. Heavy-hearted, Niall decided he would look for them. The need for clarity and truth and answers were tugging on him. His whole body was screaming at him to find out what was happening behind those closed doors the other two boys had walked through.

Nevertheless, nervousness was filling up his throat. What would happen after? What had Zayn told Liam? And how would Liam react?

Gulping, he stood in front of the door. He knew, Louis and Harry were caught up in their own thoughts and couldn't even be bothered. He didn't blame them.

Sweating, he put his hand on the handle, pushing it down. The door opened and—

—and Niall got a sense of déjà vu.

Right there, standing in front of him, were Liam and Zayn—lips locked in a deep kiss.

Niall felt like he couldn't breathe. The world around him seemed to stop for a few seconds as he stared at them as they kissed. Whatever was left of his heart, shattered in pieces. For some reason, he felt like throwing up.

Both boys' heads turned around swiftly. Zayn's eyes went wide as he recognised Niall. Just like the first time.

"Niall—"

Niall's glance moved towards the floor. There was no need for Zayn to say anything. A lump was forming in his throat and he couldn't make it disappear.

Holding back the tears that were shooting up into his eyes, he turned on his heel and walked back with quick steps. He hadn't seen Liam's expression and he was glad. Whatever it had been, it would've only broken Niall's heart more. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid.

He could hear footsteps behind him—this time they were real. A quick hand grabbed his arm, causing him to turn around. Zayn was looking straight into his eyes.

"Let me explain," he pleaded.

Niall shook his head, trying—forcing himself to find his voice. "There is nothing to explain." The pain in his chest was becoming worse.

"I'm sorry," Zayn quickly spoke. If Niall hadn't known better, he would've called the look in his eyes sadness. But he was smarter than to believe it. "What I put you through was completely unfair."

Niall huffed in annoyance. He didn't want to listen to this. He didn't want to hear anything Zayn said. It had come to a point where Niall was completely fed up.

"And I can't apologise enough for that," Zayn held him at his arms, looking intensively into Niall's eyes, "But—I—I'm with Liam. I—"

Niall wanted to roll his eyes. He had heard that before. "It's fine," he interrupted him, "I know." Zayn looked confused at first, his mouth opening to say something, but Niall took a step back.

"Just let me go, please," Niall whispered. The pain was starting to spread out. He could feel it so deeply in his chest that he thought he was having a heart attack.