✓ bromance one shots ✎ major editing ✐

Faulty (Zourry)

Third Person's POV

Zayn woke up expecting to find his boyfriends with him in bed, sleeping or cuddling, they would always wait for him to wake up so they'd all get out of bed together, but to his surprise, he woke up to a deserted bed, his tiny body the only thing occupying it. He frowned as he got out of their cold bed quickly using the bathroom to freshen up and then he was heading downstairs to where he heard Louis's unmistakable giggles. The heavenly sound immediately brought a smile to his face, after all Louis and Zayn were a couple before they met Harry and fell in love with the boy. Two years later with the two boys, and he couldn't be happier. He ignored the gnawing feeling in his heart and announced his arrival with a greeting to each.

"Morning Lou, morning Haz." He said as he placed a kiss on their lips.

"Morning." Was the mumbled response he got in unison.

"What's wrong?" Zayn inquired worriedly.

"Zayn, we need to talk to you." Harry started solemnly, no emotion on his face.

"Umm, okay." Zayn replied, ignoring the erratic thumping of his heart at how Louis and Harry looked so stoic.

"We... We want to break up with you Zayn." And he felt his heart stop.

"We... What?" Zayn spluttered.

"We are breaking up with you Zayn." Harry restated, harshly.

"W-why, what have I done?" Zayn questioned as his eyes watered and a couple of tears escaped his eyes.

"It's for the best." Louis offered.

"To you it is." Zayn mumbled acerbically.

"We are sorry." Harry apologized and quickly grabbed Louis's hand and pulled him towards the direction of the stairs. Zayn got the hint, they wanted him to get out of the house.

"I love you both." He whimpered as his voice broke with the whirlwind of emotions that were overwhelming him all at once.

Harry balked his steps once he heard Zayn's heart wrenching voice, and the black haired boy's heart filled with hope, but it was shattered once Louis nudged Harry and they both left him alone, to pick up the shards that were once his heart.

He quickly left the house in tears managing to grab his keys and wallet in the process, climbed into his car and sped off the first place that crossed his mind; he was going to get smashed.

"A-another o-one of th-this thing." Zayn demanded the bartender who stared at him sympathetically but obliged, not wanting to upset the stranger even more than he already was. The boy hasn't stopped sobbing while drinking since he came here, four hours ago.

"How will you go home mate?"

"H-home?" Zayn hiccuped. "My home broke up with me." Zayn said miserably.

It took the bartender a couple of seconds to understand what the drunk off his ass boy meant, and when he did, his heart broke. The black haired boy seemed so devastated, why would anyone want to do this to him?

"Where will you go now buddy?" He couldn't help but feel like he had to make sure nothing worse happened to the sobbing mess in front of him tonight.

Zayn seemed to be in deep thought for a few minutes, until he clumsily pulled out his phone from his pocket and threw it across the bar to him and muttered one word before he passed out.

"Niall."

The confused bartender unlocked the phone and searched for a Niall, and indeed there was one on the phone. He pressed call and hoped this person would be of any help.