Tan Lines and Closed Eyes ( Ziall AU)

Prologue

"A true dreamer is one who knows how to navigate in the dark"."

― John Paul Warren

Niall and Harry met back in teenage years.Being school's only gay boys they stick together and soon become the bestest friends. They were there for each other and their friendship was back then, and still is, true and strong.

They both were a dreamer sort of type, who really didn't just belong to any of the groups in their hometown. They didn't really have any friends in secondary school or high school.

They liked to dream about their own lives.Two boys spent many sleepovers up all night raising wild dreams about their future. Going to party at Los Angeles. Getting drunk and sleeping with strangers. Falling love at Paris.

Harry had a thing for tattoos, piercings and heavy music. But of course like everybody else, he had his "soft side", and Niall had to swear for his own dead mother that he wouldn't tell anyone about that night when he walked in Harry singing along to Spice Girls while baking cupcakes. Not mentioning about his cute hello kitty boxers he was wearing at the moment.

Niall was different. He thought that tattoos were cool and he really found things that Harry liked interesting, but it wasn't Niall. Niall was a hopeless romantic, he loves drowning himself in books and different story lines, he loves music and he also has a thing for self-expression. He likes to sing. But thing he likes most at the whole expression thing; act.

And acting, seems to be growing to be his lifetime job, thanks to his father.

When Niall's dad found out about Niall's sexuality, well, he wasn't so proud. Niall was supposed to get married with Christina Lobina from neighboring town. Well raised, pretty and quiet girl from a rich family. It would be a honor for the whole Horan family. His son being gay wasn't a part of the plan, oh no. The plan was getting his son married at 18 years old and make his family proud and rich.But Bobby Horan also knew that sexuality wasn't a choice, but he didn't want to his son to marry some disgusting femine guy who likes to talk about fashion, hot guy celebrities and who watches you little bit too closely.

So one night, he introduced Rick Nellson to Niall. From a nice family, with good manners and who is willing to be a good, strong man for Niall.

Niall's been married for 3 years now. Is it what he imagined? No. Does he love him? No. Niall believes in the whole soul mates thing and he knows he's still searching for him.

Niall always imagined getting married being the greatest thing in his life, being with a man he loves more than life itself and who loves him back the same. Man who kisses him good morning and good night, man who makes loves to him, man who is willing to stay up all night having deep converstations, talking about everything and nothing. Man who cooks him dinner and takes him to amazing dates. Who kisses and touches a lot. Who's ready to do overly cheesy stupid things with him and someday on the future to have a family with him

Rick is not like that. Rick is on a succesful business career, man with board shoulders and serious mind on things. When Niall's trying to have these deep talks with him, he only gets worried glances and " Are you sure you're okay, Niall?"

Rick's kisses are forced and there's no spark on these kisses. They only kiss at social evenings or family celebrations where they have to show (act), that they have a perfectly normal healthy marriage like everyone else. Their first kiss was at the wedding and it was pretty awkward. Niall almost asked the priest if instead kissing, he and Rick could just, high five or something?

They only have sex when Rick is pissed off or just in need of a good fuck. And it's only sex. No love involved. On their wedding night they slept on separated beds. And they still do, both husbands having their own bedrooms and beds.

Niall's life just sucks. He's not at LA partying his ass off, his not at Paris, he's not living a life he once dreamed.

Niall's and Harry's friendship has stayed through everything, Harry supporting him and letting him cry in his shoulder. They're now both living the future,and those nights for just for these two dreamers and big dreams and plans are only in good memories.

Harry in fact has his own tattoo parlor on the middle of london, and he's doing pretty damn good. He's know as a talented tattoo artist, and his living his dream. And Niall's happy for him, he really is. But he can't help the heavy feeling in his chest, a little broken voice whispering in his head "Why me?" or more like " Why not me?"

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Hi there guys!

As you can see, I've started writing new story! And actually this is my first published chaptered story so I'm kinda excited and terrified at the moment.

Things aren't going so fine at home, and I kinda felt like starting a new story would help, keeping my minds off of things and I get to unload my emotios on the story so yeah. Some little part of this story are lightly based on my own life and struggles at the moment. My mom is trying to force me to a job that I hate, just because it pays well and I'm kinda a dreamer girl who just wants to be creative and just travel, explore the world and work as a tattoo artist ( hehe), or an artist, or some designer, or as an actor or something like that? And of course I'll write, can't live without it. You see my problem here? And it's not only problem in my young life. Gosh I'm not doing so good keeping it all together, Am I?

So yeah, this was the prologue, little bit background information for the story. I'm super excited for this and I hope that you guys would read this, and vote and comment if it's even worth it.

I love you guys a lot, stay strong and sassy ppl, aha!

xoxo, EvitaTomlinson

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