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Any moment I wasn't sleeping, I spent looking for Niall on the boat. There weren't words to describe how much I wanted to set the record straight. But it was clear that he was purposefully avoiding me. Louis and Harry weren't any help either, stuck in their love bubble, while I waged a war against my immune system and my heart.


Dinner was the one time that I knew I could see him, because that man could never stray far from a meal, and lo and behold he arrived, totally plastered. Not in the right state to talk, and he sat with some friends he had made from below deck. They laughed to each other, and the sound carried to me, and I really felt like crying all of a sudden.


Harry picked up on the fact that I was seconds away from a meltdown, and started to ask if I wanted to go somewhere more private, but I was already crying, and I sobbed into my arms, laying my head down on the bench I sat on. It wasn't just the Niall thing. It was the pent up everything.


Food came, Harry's hand on my back stayed, and eventually Niall wandered over, laughing at something none of us heard nor cared about. "What's with Zaynie? His girlfriend break up with him?"


"Shut up, Niall. Go take a walk," Louis sounded fed up.


I snapped. "I like you, you idiot! Not her!"


He rolled his eyes. His drunk self was usually a hoot and a half, but he was really plastered, and well past tolerable. I'm sure if he remembered this, he'd regret every last bit of his attitude. I wanted that for him. "We're not on the same page anymore, Zayn! You and me would never work out!" I became painfully aware that the room had gone silent, and everyone was hanging onto every word we yelled. "Not if you can't be honest -"


He was headed somewhere with that, but I interrupted. "You want to talk about being honest? How come I've found out more about you from other people than from you? How come Gigi had to tell me that you almost married each other?"


Louis gasped in a dramatic gay kind of way, and Harry grimaced. Niall's face went slack. "Did she tell you who I am?"


"Why would you care? Fuck you, Niall! You're the worst person I've ever met." I took the liberty of storming off, with my limp. I didn't mean the last statement but I couldn't think of a good transition out of that without irreparable damage. I hadn't been given a room, so I went back to the medical bay and cried my eyes out some more. 


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