Hidden Paradise (Ziall)

Good Morning (Chapter 1)

Hey guys! this is kind of an short chapter, but we hope you like it ;)

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                                Niall’s POV

  I rubbed my eyes as I woke up this morning. Yesterday me and Zayn had had a pretty fun time. I really thought that we’d be friends afterwards, but I don’t think that Zayn had the same plans. What I might be saying is maybe sounding a bit silly, but it is true, because last evening he acted like he didn’t even recognize me when our family’s got together in a bonfire.

  But the good thing about last night was that I got to know the other boys. Kind of ironic how we first bonded just when Zayn came to this place. But unfortunately he didn’t talk to them either. Actually, he didn’t seem to talk to anyone. His parents asked him questions like ‘you want the last marshmallow?’ and he just looked at them and ripped it out of their hands or replied rudely. They didn’t seem bothered by it in any way. It kind of looked like they were used to it.

  I tried talking to Zayn over and over but he just shrugged when I asked him questions and ended by going inside at nine o’ clock with the lame excuse that he was on his way to sleep. It didn’t really sound convincing.

  But, I cant keep my mind on it forever. Even though he is the most perfect, godlike creature I have ever seen I have to just, not think about it. But of course that was a bit impossible for me.

  For an example, his eyes. I noticed how they looked a whole lot different than yesterday when we had bonded. Then they had seemed so happy and twinkling. Now they looked dull and blank. Also his lips. The day they were always turned up in a smile, but the evening all that was there was that adorable pout that made him get this kind of badboy vibe. And I don’t doubt he was one. He got the attitude, looks, style, even the voice, if that makes sense.

  I was ripped out of my thoughts to someone knocking on the door. My parents had gone away with the other adults and Greg and her girlfriend went to ‘a romantic trip in the woods’. Blah. Didn’t sound romantic to me. Loads of bugs crawling up your legs, annoying sounds of birds, cold! Maybe it was just because I didn’t have anyone to go to that kind of trip with. Although I’d never admit that to anyone. Especially not Greg, because I had bluntly spoken my thoughts of that romantic trip to him and he had been very offended by me. 'Niall Horan, you are never going to find your true love if you keep thinking this way. I mean, who wants to be with a boring man that sits at home all day watching soccer and never wants to go out with them? Nobody!'

  “Coming!” I yelled as loudly as I could to whoever was at the door. 

  Truth be told I was hoping with all my heart that Zayn would be standing at the door, waiting, and then when I opened he would walk towards me and- woah. No. I better not go down that road.

  Sighing, I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to open. You see, the cabin had two floors. The second one that only had one room, which was mine, and the first floor where mom and dad slept together in a room and Greg and his girlfriend in another.

  I was placing my hand on the doorknob repeating ‘Zayn’ is my brain hoping it was him.

  As I swung the door open I saw three boys standing there, but none of them was Zayn. But no need to be bummed out, they were the next best thing.

  “Hi Niall!” Louis cooed loudly and Harry and Liam waved with enthusiasm.

  “Hi guys!” I replied in a groggy morning voice, making them all laugh because my thick Irish accent went even thicker and deeper. I suppose it sounded pretty hilarious.