My Calamity (Ziall Ft. Larry) *Editing*

8. Back To Same Old Thing Kinda

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[ Violence, Language ]

Sorry this chapter might be a little bit boring. But I hope you enjoy it. 😜👍 Sorry it's kinda short.

~larrystylinson_Ziall

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- 4 days later -

[ London, United Kingdom ]

~ Niall's Pov. ~

I grunted as I swung my suitcase over the little wall barrier at the baggage claim. My back has been killing me lately. It's because of the twins are putting pressure on my back, well that's what my mum said. She said Greg and I used to do that when we were fetus'. I jumped as I heard the familiar deep voice.

Zayn: You need help with that Snowflake?

Niall: Yes.

Zayn: *pulls Niall suitcase out* What's wrong with you? You seem pained?

Niall: My back has been killing me since yesterday.

Zayn: Want me to give you a massage in the van?

Niall: *nods* Thanks Zayn!

Zayn: No problem.

Niall: Oh, and sorry for snapping at you when I left. I was just pissed and stressed at the moment.

Zayn: It's alright. I was being an asshole anyways.

He grabs my hand and holds it as we walk through the airport. I blush and turn my head the other way. Even though he didn't entwine our hands, I'm blushing like a teenage girl.

Zayn: How was your trip to Ireland?

Niall: It was cool. I just shopped with my mom and visited some old friends. And sleep a lot. Also ate a lot. *laughs*

Zayn: *chuckles* Always eating.

Niall: Yep! How was your vacation?

Zayn: Um, kinda weird. My parents were acting really strange though. But you know parents are parents.

I nervously laughed after he said parents for the third. That word is eating me alive. I feel so guilty that I'm not telling him yet, but I promised myself that I'll tell him soon.

Niall: Shouldn't we be waiting for the rest of the boys and the girls?

Zayn: Already in the van. You still hadn't came yet, so I volunteered to come look for you.

I blushed lightly at his mention of words. We walked out the airport to be faced with paparazzi snapping pictures from a distance. Fans were starting to run towards us once they saw us. Zayn didn't let go of my hand though. He just tighten his grip and entwined our fingers. He probably just remembered that I get claustrophobic and wanted to comfort me, not be romantic with me. Paul and Preston stopped the fans right on time from getting to us.

The fans cheered 'Ziall' as Zayn continued to hold my hand. He quickly put the suitcases in the trunk. He quickly got his pillow and a blanket out his suitcase. He took my backpack off my back and threw it in the trunk. I helped him close it and then we hoped into the van.

Luckily Paul brought the van with three back rows in the back. Zayn and I sat in the third row by ourselves. Liam, Danielle, and Harry sat in the row ahead of us. Perrie, Louis, and Eleanor sat in the row ahead of them. Paul and Preston sat in the front with Preston driving the van. Zayn laid the pillow down on his lap and told me to lay my head on it. I did as he said and he starts massaging my back.