taste my sad // ziall ✔️

05.

niall crawled closer to his head board, pulling down his sleeves to his long black hoodie that was probably zayn's as the latter walked into the blondes room, closing the door behind him.

zayn glances at niall and walked over to his desk and pulling out the chair to sit down on.

it was silent, no words spoken. zayn only watched his best friend.

he noticed his red eyes and his pale features. zayn cleared his throat to catch niall's eyes.

"so," zayn said scooting his chair closer to the foot of the bed. "mind telling me the real reason to why you were avoiding me, niall?"

"there is no real reason zayn." niall said nonchalantly.

zayn tilted his head and stared hard to niall.

"fine," niall gave in. he sighed and fiddled with his fingers. "i'm sad, zayn." he whispered. "i'm depressed, i cut, i cry almost every night, and i'm not okay."

zayn gasped as he heard the words that fell from niall's beautiful lips.

he stood and layed besides niall, not saying a word, and wrapped his arms around the blonds waist.

zayn was truly confused. niall, he was always happy. always smiling and laughing. acting he was acting.

zayn brought his hamd to niall's hand, pulling down his sleeve and looked at his newly cut up arm. a tear fell from zayn's face as he stared curiously at niall's arm. he still hadn't said a word, just brought his best friends wrist to his mouth and kissed it gently.

a sob escaped niall's mouth as he watched zayn do this gesture.

"i love you niall." zayn sniffed as he laid his head on niall's stomach and closed his eyes.

"i love you," niall replied closing his eyes as well.

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I'm really not crying

who the hell said that