The Brighter Side (Ziall)

Epilogue

(Niall’s POV)

It’s been a few months since I’ve seen Zayn. We didn’t split up or anything. He just found a job out in the city, while I finished my senior year at school. Zayn broke from our family on his eighteenth birthday for personal reasons and we never heard from his dad again, so there wasn’t an issue of someone taking him away from me. 

But it was lonely without him around every day. I wished waking up by his side and getting ready for school while he lazily watched me get dressed. But when he graduated, he went to the city first thing. 

I let him go. He needed to go. But I gave him some rules about how far he could live away from me and how the weekends were ours. He was only a few hours away, still in Tennessee. Thank god he didn’t want to go back to New York. I wouldn’t be able to cope with that. 

So like I said, it’s been a few months since I’ve last seen Zayn. Sure, we had talked over the phone, but with everything happening with my graduation and college, I just hadn't had the time to go out and see him. 

Though, today was the day. I was packing up my bags and moving out. I had my truck packed up and my college in order. I had applied to a university in the city and got accepted. Zayn would be there, not at school because that wasn’t his thing, but in the apartment we were going to share. 

“Are you excited to see me?” I spoke into the phone. I heard Zayn chuckle.

“Yeah, babe. It’s weird not having someone on the other side of the bed.” I grinned because I felt the same way. I couldn't wait until I was in Zayn’s arms.  “So you’ll be here in a few hours?”  He asked. 

I nodded, but then realized that he couldn’t actually see me. “Yeah.” I chuckled. “I’m about to pack up the last things and say goodbye.” I held my phone between my ear and my shoulder while I shoved the last of my bags into the truck. “But I will see you in a few hours. Be prepared.” I warned Zayn. He chuckled and we exchanged “I love you.” I placed my phone in my pocket and walked back into the large farm house where Chris and my mom would be. 

Things have been working out better for them I guess. There have been less fights and shouting. They left Zayn and I’s relationship alone and they were completely fine with me moving in with him in the city that’s a few hours away. I walked into the kitchen and kicked off my boots. I remembered the first time I met Zayn. He was sitting in my kitchen and my mother had just finished yelling at me about wearing my muddy boots in the house. 

I remember looking over to Zayn and just been awe struck. I don’t know how the hell I managed to stay calm when he was sitting there. It was a weird sensation that I was experiencing. I had never looked at a guy that way before. Hell, if you were caught looking at a guy like that in my town you were just begging for a beating. 

But that’s how I looked at him. And it scared me. I had only felt that way about a girl once a few years back. She was really pretty, but now that I think about it, it wasn’t the same feeling. 

My heart physically yearned for Zayn and I found out after a few weeks with Zayn, that he felt the same way. I would always be shirtless around him, showing off my ten skin. I was proud of my body and I can say now that I was proud that Zayn was looking at me. I would catch him looking and purposely flex a little. I loved the attention.