taste my sad // ziall ✔️

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niall sat on his bed, with zayn besides him. they had just got done playing uno. (niall's favorite game to play with zayn, because zayn always lets him win.) niall was now bored, again, because well; he gets bored very easily.

"what should we do now, zayn?" niall asked quietly.

"m tired. we can cuddle?"

zayn watched niall for a moment, knowing he'd say yes, cause he always does. he watched as niall

huffs and drops the cards to the floor and drags his body to the headboard and lays on the white fluffy pillow. he watches as niall looks up to him and makes grabby hands gesturing him to come lay with him.

zayn smiled and layed down by his best friend. niall was warm and soft and cuddly. and thats's why he loved to cuddle him.

it was quiet. (besides their hearbeats and breaths) but niall's mind was racing.

"zayn?" niall grasped the attention of the tan boy besides him.

"yes, niall?"

"what would you do if i died today?" he finally asked.

"i would die tomorrow." zayn answered without a breath of hesitation.