Short Stories

Sinners Lies (Part Two to Sins Secrets)

Sorry for the long wait, here's the next part! Hope you enjoy. (To the person that requested this story again, I don't know if I changed a lot, I just want with my thoughts and what I remember.)

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Niall felt butterflies in his stomach, like he was sleeping on a cloud of warmth, and the tickle of curls at the crown of his head made a small smile crawl up his lips.

But once he opened his eyes, he immediately plummeted into a nightmare. That big scary word called Reality. "No," he whispered, voice rough and skin now too tight for his own body, the world was spinning too fast and everything was falling into space with no gravity to pull them back up.

Niall flew up, launched himself out of bed and scrambled for his clothes, shielding his eyes from Harry's bare chest that he once laid his head upon. He hurriedly put on his pants and shirt, realizing that, yes, it was about 6 o'clock in the morning, and yes, his mom was going to kill him, and no, there was no way he wasn't going to get caught by Harry's parents trying to escape this mess.

He loved Zayn, he only loves Zayn, there was no human on this earth that didn't love him more then Zayn and he was throwing that all away, no, he already threw that all away.

"Niall?" Harry's deep half-awake voice spoke across the dark room, a figure shifting on the bed till he was sitting up. "You okay?" Harry didn't know how much struggles Niall had, how much of a backstabber he felt, how much of a cheater he felt. Niall wanted to scream and say that no, he was not okay, he was the total opposite of okay, he felt like dying.

On second thought, dying sounded amazing.

Niall didn't answer Harry question, just let it hung in the night air that smelt like sex and sweat. "My boyfriend, he's going to kill me, I love him, I love him." Niall repeated, tears streaming rapidly down his cheeks, his whole body felt numb but was shaking so furiously.

"My life is over, I'm done I'm-"

"Niall!" Harry hissed, his voice still so sexy and his body glowing in the moonlight as he scrambled up, so gorgeously naked in front of him, it was a sin, he was a sin.

"What do you mean you have a boyfriend? You never mentioned that, actually, that would've been really nice to know before we shag-"

"Don't say it, please just don't I'm leaving okay, alright? I'm gone, I'm done with this fucked up life I have I am done." Niall growled and then rushed out the bedroom door, backpack slung over his shoulder, the project left for Harry to fend for himself, it's not like Niall was going to be here for it anyways.

"Niall, please. Don't do anything stupid, just talk to me-"

But Harry's voice was a whisper in the swirling, earsplitting scream of a tornado that was swarming around Niall's head.

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Why would someone want to be in the presence of someone as backstabbing as him? He couldn't imagine Zayn's reaction, the look of hurt, confusion, and anger all boiling up inside of him at once. That beautiful, edged face twisted into something horrendous, all because of him. And Harry, he will probably never speak to him again, look him in eyes as they walk past each other in the hallway, and that would be all Niall's fault, because he made this mess, dropping it all upon himself.

But, he won't have to deal with that pain, he won't be here to look at their faces, he hopes that maybe they can just agree that what he was going to do, was for the better, Zayn and Harry can live their own separate happy lives, with a girl or boy that will treat them millions of times better then he ever did.