flowers // ziall ✔️

four

the two stayed on the roof for hours. they talked about life. about the world. about their favorite things. and about how they hate their home-life so much.

they sat closely together, nialls head on zayn's shoulder and zayn's hand on niall's thigh.

"why haven't we talked before?" niall asked.

"i've always wanted to talk to you, you know? i was just chicken." zayn laughed.

"really?" niall asked, shocked.

"of course. you're fucking beautiful. who wouldn't be scared to talk to you?"

"no i'm not." niall whispered to himself more then to zayn.

zayn sat quietly for awhile, watching niall.

"niall," he breathed. "i think you're beautiful. you're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful. and i need you to believe that." zayn said.

niall stayed quiet, not believing what he was hearing. zayn thought he was beautiful...

"and," zayn closed his eyes and mumbled something under the lines of 'here goes nothing.' "i like you, niall. a lot. no, actually, i love you. and i know i sound really pathetic right now because we've never even talked before. i used to watch you from a distance, and observe how amazing you are. and i know you're not...okay. i know you're always sad and just try to hide it. but jesus niall, i love you. and i want to make you happy. i've always have."

niall stared at zayn, gobsmacked.

he wanted to cry, he wanted to smile until his face ripped. he was so incredibly happy.

he couldn't speak though, and now zayn probably thought he hated him.

"i-i" niall tried starting.

zayn looked down to the ground and statted shifting to stand up. but niall stopped him by grabbing his hand and lacing it with his.

"i love you too,"

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this is so bAD