taste my sad // ziall ✔️

02.

niall layed on his bed, facing the ceiling. his face was blank while he thought about what was currently going on downstairs.

his parents were fighing and it made niall angry. angry and sad. he was angry because; did they not know he was here? did they not take him into consideration? and sad because; are his parents going to separate because of the constant bickering?

his bedroom door opened and in came a rushed zayn. "hey niall," he whispered coming and sitting on his bed. "what's wrong?" he asked.

and niall hadn't noticed his tear stained face until he felt a hand wipe the tears away.

"nothing," niall said hiding his face into his pilliow.

"niall, i know something is wrong." zayn sighed rubbing circles on niall's back. "your parents were fighting before i knocked on the door again..."

niall stayed silent.

"is it their fighting, babe?"

and zayn actually didn't mean to call him "babe" but it slipped out, naturally.

"yes." niall said weakly into his pillow. "i'm just so sick of it, zayn."

zayn looked at niall sincerely. "i know, i know."

he then wrapped his arms around the blonde and held him tightly. "how about we go to the carnival that's in town, yeah?"

niall nodded his head. "yeah," he sat up. "that sounds good."

zayn smiled and kissed his cheek, grabbing his hand he pulled him up and told him to put a sweater on because it was chilly out.

"let's go, sunshine."