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Why didn’t Zayn believe him? Why couldn’t Zayn believe him? He had told the Bradford boy over and over that he loved him, but he knew Zayn didn’t believe him. Zayn had even told him that he didn’t believe in love. Zayn didn’t even want to try with him. Niall knew that if he could get Zayn to try, just to try, he could make Zayn happier than he had ever been. He could make him believe.
He had put himself out there so many times. Sure, the first time he had been drunk, and all the boys knew to take Niall when he was drunk with a grain of salt. But when the words came out again, “I love you Zayn,” Zayn had just laughed and said, “I love you too mate.”
The next time, Niall knew he needed to emphasize exactly what kind of love he was referring to. Not a familial, brotherly love. But a passionate, burning, consuming love. A true love Niall knew he would only ever experience for the raven haired boy. How to make him realize this, he knew not.
One day they were hanging out in Zayn’s flat, not wanting to go out and face the hordes of screaming fan girls and paparazzi. Niall flopped onto the couch, utterly bored out of his mind.
“Zaynieeeeeeee. I want to go outsideeeeeee.” He whined, knowing if he whined enough Zayn would take him outside.
“Niiiiiiiialler. You know we can’t. Management said not to. And Liam will kill us if we go against Management again. You remember what happened last time.” Truthfully he didn’t. But that’s probably what Zayn was trying to emphasize. They had all gone out and gotten so utterly drunk, Larry Stylinson had almost come out, only barely being able to make up excuses for their actions.
“Fine.” And with that, Niall stood up and jumped on Zayn, leading to an all out wrestling match until he hit his head on Zayn’s coffee table. Zayn pinned him down sitting on his stomach. It was then when the two boys realized exactly how close their faces were. Niall could feel Zayn’s breath ghosting over his face, welcoming the sensation. Zayn was leaning in on him, their lips so close, they could almost feel the kiss that was coming.
“I love you.” There. What a perfect time to say it. Zayn had to know he was serious now right? He was about to kiss him for goodness sake’s.
Zayn stood up and walked away. Niall could hear him mumble as he walked away, “No, you don’t.”
Niall didn’t know what to do. He laid there on Zayn’s living room floor, on the dark wood flooring, staring at the blue ceiling, wondering what else he could possibly do. So he left. He went to the Larry flat, needing advice.
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“Hey Niall! What’s up?” Harry cheerful voice filled the air when he opened the door. He then took in Niall downcast expression.
“I just. I just don’t know what to do. I just can. I just can’t do this anymore. How does he not know? How can he not know?”
“Whoa there Niall. Slow down. Who’s he? What does he not know?” Louis asked, coming up from behind Harry.
“Z-Z-Zayn! He doesn’t know I love him!” Niall wailed.
“Of course he knows you love him, we all love each other!” somehow, even though they all knew everything about each other, Harry and Louis hadn’t picked up on Niall’s adoration for Zayn.
“No… I love love him. Like you and Haz.” Niall responded, trying to get his point across.
“Oh. Oooooh. Well-” Harry began.
