Two Kinds of Trickery (a Ziall fanfiction)

Permanent Damage

Zayn came home…late and drunk. He was going insane. He began throwing chairs, breaking the tables and hitting the walls. I felt pain watching Zayn. What was happening to him? He looked like a monster. I locked myself in my room and cried. He hit the door, demanding me to get outside, but I refused. He continued until my eardrums were going to burst. I closed my eyes and pretended not to hear Zayn. He was starting. He began feeling as if he was behind prison walls, just like me.

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Zayn was on the floor, sleeping. I tip toed out the house and walked through the park. I needed some serious oxygen. The cool morning breeze woke my skin and I could smell the grass. It was my fault. It was my fault that Zayn was changing. I sighed as I began kicking pebbles out of my way. The sun was now rising and the sky began looking orange and red. I sat on the grass and wrapped my arms around my legs. After last night, I knew everything was different.

“Niall?”

Louis approached me with worry written all over his face. Why on earth was he in the park at this time in the morning?

“I’m going to work early. I need to put in extra work since…uh…Zayn has been busy.”

…with me.

I nodded and waited for him to leave. He stood there, his bluish eyes examining me. I averted my gaze and stared as the morning sun rise slowly. I heard Louis sit next to me.

“He loves you...so much. Right now, he’s going through hell. I think you guys need a break from each other honestly. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.”

I felt him watching me, waiting for a response. What does he want me to say? I stayed quiet until I saw him get up. He frowned at me and nodded in my direction. I breathed as soon as he left. The walls were getting taller and they were keeping me locked away and making it harder for me to escape.

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“Hey Nialler!”

Zayn was in the living room drawing up a plan for a new idea. He practically ran up to me and scooped me up into his arms. He looked better. Did he remember anything? I laughed along with him, dying for this Zayn to return. He began kissing my face in a playful way. Why did he have this effect on me? His long fingers traced the skin on my hands.

A knock on the door interrupted us. I sighed and found a frantic Liam at the door. Liam looked worried and tired.

“Hey Li.”

“Hi Niall…I need to ask you something. Can I come in?”

Zayn was in there so I told him that it’s a mess and I do not want him seeing my home in such a state. He chuckled and began telling me his problem.

“ Niall…Are you and Zayn dating?”

I almost choked on air.

“Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. I was just curious. He always compares me to you in work. He speaks about you more than usual. It’s…scary.”

I knew Zayn could hear. I told Liam I would call him and he left. As soon as I closed the door, Zayn was in a rampage.

“What the hell is wrong with Liam? He knows nothing.”

I was not in a mood to tell Zayn off but I knew what I needed to do. Zayn and I needed a break from our relationship. All the secrets and hiding were leaving permanent damage on us.