flowers // ziall ✔️

two

niall woke up and stared at the ceiling for awhile. he thought about last night and how zayn actually knew his name.

he was really happy.

niall sat up, wrapping his bed spread around his body and walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

on the counter was a note and envelope.

niall, your father and i are off to work again. the envelope besides this note has some money for pizza.

we love you, take care.

mum xx

niall sighed and crumpled up the note, throwing it away.

he took the envelope, pulled out the money, and counted it. €10.

niall took the money and walked back to his room and sat on his bed.

he decided to get dressed and go outside. he put on his black jeans and a white hoodie and some nikes.

he walked outside and to the back of his house where his mum had her garden of beautiful flowers. he plucked a daisy and climbed to his roof.

the roof was his safety zone and he felt at peace there.

he held the flower in his hand and he began to pull off the petals.

"he loves me,

he loves me not.

he loves me,

he loves me not.

he loves me....

he loves me not."

niall somehow felt like it was true.

of course zayn doesn't love him. who would love him?

niall threw the flower off of the roof and sat in silence.

he wanted to scream, shout, and let the world know how much he hated it.

so he did.