Paralyzed [Nouis]

Chapter 19 // Niall

This is a short, rushed update because I'm not going to be able to post for a few days. Sorry!

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Louis grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bed into his arms. I looked up at him as the nurse left.

"You wanted to tell me something?" I asked. His arms were around my waist and my hands were on his chest.

"U-um . . . Yeah. I've been wanting to tell you this for a while. I-I'm-"

"Louis! O-oh snap. I'm sorry. I'll just go." Harry rushed, running out of the room. Louis sighed, leaning his head against mine. This was a little close for best friends, but I wasn't complaining.

"Stupid fate." He muttered, pulling away from me. He grabbed my hand and walked with me outside. I was gonna ask why he was talking about fate, but I decided not to.

I sat in the back, between Liam and Zayn. Harry drove and Louis rode shotgun. I caught him staring at me through the mirror a few times, but I just guessed it was because he was worried. Must be.

When Zayn and Liam weren't looking, I would pick at the scars on my wrist. I don't know how they didn't notice, I guess they weren't that focused on me.

"We're home." Harry announced. I looked up from my wrist and smiled, climbing out of the car after Zayn. I grabbed Zayn's hand and he pulled me into the house.

"I have to talk to you." He whispered. I nodded, following him to his room. He shut the door and took a deep breath.

"I know you love Louis." He began. "B-but I have to say this. I have feelings for you, Niall. I really hate to fuck with your head, but I can't hold it back any longer. I'm not trying to swoop you off your feet before you find someone else, I'm just telling you. Ever since we kissed, I just felt something. A spark. I-I think I love you Niall."

There was a loud sob outside the door and someone running away. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Louis, wasn't it?"

Zayn sighed and leaned his head against the door. "Niall I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you guys-"

"I told you so, Zayn! Louis has feeling for you!" My voice was cracking and I was pretty damn close to tears.

"No he doesn't, Niall! He loves you." He tried to calm me down, running his hands over my arms.

"Why would he be crying if he had feelings for me? You told me you loved me not the other way around!" I was sobbing by now. Zayn came up and wrapped his arms around me. I felt a bit relaxed as he held me. I figured I'd be pushing him away, but I did the complete opposite.

I smashed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist. He kissed back immediately, crushing our bodies together. Our lips moved as one, molding together. And it felt . . . right.

He moaned a bit, not parting his lips, and pulled away from the kiss. "W-why did you do that? That was such a big mistake."

"Why?" I breathed, looking up into his eyes. I wasn't sure if I should feel hurt or not. "It felt right to me."

"I just fell for you harder." His lips pressed against mine again, gently this time, for a few seconds.

"Z-Zayn?" Louis was standing in the doorway. I froze, my back pressed against the wall, my legs wrapped around Zayn's waist, and the back of my arms against the wall. Zayn's hands were on the back of my thigh, close to my bum.

"How could you?" Louis sounded hurt, betrayed. His hands clenched into fists, shaking.

"L-Louis-" Zayn tried. Louis shook his head and ran off, still crying. I smacked my head against the wall and slapped my hands to my face.

"He loves you." I muttered. Zayn sighed, pulling my hands off of my face and kissing me.

"I'll go talk to him."