Broken [Zaill] *On Hold*

Chapter 2

Gahhh! I am sorry! I have been so busy, and I wasn't very inspired, but somehow I got this. I know it's short, but i'm trying. With my senior year starting, and looking at colleges and jobs, I've been so occupied. Anyways I hope you enjoyy! <3 :))

-FrannyMayy! :D

Chapter 2

Zayn's POV

I woke up to someone breathing on the crook of my neck. My eyes darted open adjusting to the sun shining through my window and I shifted. Slightly moving out from under the unknown body, but I didn't get that far. The arms draped around my waist pulled me closer to his naked torso and mumbling something in his sleep.

Then it hit me.

Niall.

I looked down at his blonde hair with his brown roots peaking through. Pulling him closer to me I deeply inhaled the Irish lad's sent. Drifting off to sleep with a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

*a few hours later*

I rolled over on my side reaching for Niall, but all I felt were cold empty sheets. Frowning I propped myself up on my elbows inspecting the room.

"Niall?" I called. Nothing. I felty heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. He left. He left me. I forced myself out of bed thinking maybe he was downstairs making something to eat, or maybe in the bathroom, or maybe I freaked him out and he bolted. Sighing I entered the bathroom looking in the mirror. My hair was all over the place, but I could care less. Niall left me alone. I went to my room to get dressed for the day when I heard the front door close.

Pausing at the top of the stairs I thought it must be mom. Dad's been long gone. So I head down the stairs.

"Hey mom, what's for-" I look up and see Niall. He's holding a take out box. "breakfast?"

"Well son," he teased "I went to the diner around the corner and got some pancakes and bacon. French toast too, beause I'm freaking hungry." He said smiling.

"When aren't you?" I chucked.

"I was hoping I got back before you woke up, I didn't want you to think I left you. I just didn't want to cook at your house, thought it might have been weird." He explained. Why did I freak out, I knew he wouldn't leave me. So I brush it off and smile.

"No biggy, I'm starving. Let's eat." I say with a smile creeping onto my face.

"Finally!" He yells with a big grin on his face.

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We finished breakfast and now playing some video games. He still hasn't asked me what happened last night. And I'm kinda glad he didn't, but I wanted him to understand how messed up I was, and I needed him. I wanted him to know everything about me, but I knew that would scare him away forever. I looked over at him in the corner of my eye when we were watching a movie and I fell into my normal habit of studying his beautiful body. From the way his eye shined to the way his fingers would gently graze my forearm. To his beautifully crooked smile. Finally my eyes landed on the most stunningly pair of green eyes with flakes of blue.

"What?" He askes me.

I guess he noticed I was staring. I look at his cheeks and they're are turning a light pink color. I made him blush? Without thinking about it I bring my thumb to his cheek and gently stroke it. Glancing from his now red cheeks to his perfectly shaped lips up to his eyes. I lean forward slow enough time for him to push me away, but he doesn't. I hear his breath hitched and he closes the gap, pressing his lips to mine.

Everything went blank, except my heart; it was pounding in my chest, and all over I felt this electrical current running through my whole body. The kiss didn't last long, but it was perfect. His lips fit with mine perfectly. My lips lingered on his mouth and leaned my forehead on his keeping my eyes closed.

"Zayn" he said hardly above a whisper.

"Yes?" I ask him quietly afraid I might break the tention if I speak too loud.

"What was- Did you feel it too? Please tell me you did." He pleaded.

Finally I open my eyes to find his eyes piercing into my own. Suddenly my throat went dry and all I could think about was the feeling of his lips, the blissful tingling, the calming beat of his heart. I wanted him. For always, but then I remebered. He wouldn't want me when he found out how broken I truly was. I can't put myself out there like that, what if he hurt me worse than Nate? I didn't even know if he was gay! So reluctantly I pulled away. Close my eyes briefly.

"I-I'm sorry Niall." I whisper.

"For kissing me? Beacuse I think I kissed you..." His voice trailed off.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I-I can't. I know I gave you the wrong idea, and for that I'm sorry." I look away from him because I know my eyes are filling with tears.

"I-I don't- so you're saying you felt nothing?" I could hear the hurt in his voice. And I didn't have to look at him to know he was about to cry, I could hear that in his voice as well. So I stand up and walk to door to put some sort of space between us.

"No, I felt nothing." I say coldy, before running to the stairs and into my room.

I know I'm hurting him, but I can't go through that. What if we end up together and he hurts me just like Nate did. Or what of he wouldn't even love him, what if I gave it my all and he felt nothing in the end. I can't, there wouldn' be anything left of me if I had to go through that. So this was the only way. The only way I won't break completely, even though in some way it was still breaking me to know I hurt him. I knew what I had to do. This is why I never left my walls down. I had to build them up once again. So I did, I turned off the hurt and pain, turning on the cold heartless person I learned how to be months ago. Even if it hurt Niall. It was for the best. He deserves someone better. Better than someone so pathetic and broken.