The Day It All Fell Apart (One Direction/ziall/larry fanfic)

Let it all out (chap.7)

Niall's POV: 

"Oww.." I groaned, my head was killing me. Wait, where am I? This is odd, who's bed is this..? W-who's arms are around me? "Holy crap!! Zayn?" I practically jumped outta my skin seeing him in the same bed with me.

Zayn's eyes shot open. "Niall? What's wrong?"

"Um Zayn..? We were just sleeping together! What do you think is wrong?" Truthfully I loved the idea of sleeping with Zayn but I knew I had to play it off as if I was disgusted.

"Oh um sorry..." He said while he scratched the back of his head, "I didn't think it was that big of a deal, it's just I couldn't find your keys to your flat so I just had to bring you to my place."

"Well it's fine I guess.." He started to blush and that's when I looked down, all I had on were my boxers.

"Ahh!!! Zayn! What happened to my clothes?" I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around myself.

"I j-just thought ya know you'd be m-more comfortable...but if you want your clothes there right there." He said gesturing to the corner of the room.

"Thanks.." I mumbled walking to pick them up.

"Get dressed," he said (he was still blushing) "and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast."

"Sure.." I still couldn't believe I had slept with Zayn friggin' Malik!

Zayn's POV: 

Wow that turned out more awkward than I expected. I expected Niall to thank me for picking him up from the pub, instead he yelled at me for sleeping with him. I was wondering what Niall wanted for breakfast but then again Niall eats anything so I just got out some bowls and a box of Cheerios. "Ahh!" I dropped the bowl as I screamed, it shattered and one of the pieces shot into my foot.

"Oh my god Zayn! I'm sorry I didn't mean to sneak up on you!" Niall said as he began cleaning up the mess. He hadn't noticed my foot yet, I know it's weird but to feel the blood running down my skin felt so nice... I tried to stand, bad idea. "Ouch! Ahh!!!" I hissed at the pain of my foot. This day really wasn't turning out how I had planned.

"What's wro- Zayn!" Niall screamed when he saw my foot,"Awe! I'm so sorry Zayn." He got a towel and started cleaning my foot.

"It's really fine Niall it was an accident."

"No it's not Zayn. Here let me help you to the couch." We hobbled over to the couch. Niall is really sweet. I really can't believe that I have feelings like this for Niall...I've only developed these feelings since the...erm..accident. He's just so caring and loving. He'd never feel the same way though, really he wouldn't. I can't even stand to look at myself, much less actually love myself so how can I expect someone else to love me.

"I feel so stupid Zayn..do you want me to make you something? Soup? Hot chocolate? Anything?"

"I want you to lay down with me..." I half said to myself, truthfully I didn't mean for it to come out all but it was too late now.

"Huh?" He said with a 'did I really just hear what I think I heard' face.

"I said I-I just wanna lie down right now..." I hope he believes me...

"Oh uh ok...well I'm gonna get something to eat..." Crap he totally heard what I said.

"Hey Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"Um I need to tell you something and I know it's gonna sound really cliche but...over the past few days I've really developed feeling for you...please don't freak out if you don't feel the same I completely understand..." I looked up at Niall, his mouth hung wide open. "A-are you okay?"

"Am I ok?" He said his voice cracking at the end and one stray tear running down his face. "Zayn! Of course I'm ok! I'm better than ok! This is the best thing that's ever happened to me! I love you Zayn Malik! I can't believe something finally worked out for me."

"S-so you feel the same way?"

"Yes Zayn. How could I not feel the same way? Your perfect!" I don't know why but him calling me perfect struck a nerve. I could feel my face getting hot. "Are you ok Zayn?"

"No!" I yelled getting up and running towards my bathroom. I'm not perfect, not even close how could he think that? I knew I was the opposite of perfect, I was a screw up. I deserved to feel pain. Awhile ago I hid a razor blade under some towels in the bathroom just in case of an emergency...well I considered this an emergency. I through the towels all over the floor. Thank god it was still there. "Ah, hello old friend.." I said while my mouth curved into a wicked smile. I bit the inside of my cheek as the cold blade scraped across my skin. It was the only way to feel better. I heard pounding on the door.

"Zayn I'm sorry! What did I say? Please come out and talk to me!"

"Leave me alone Niall!" He couldn't see me like this.

"No Zayn we need to talk. I'm sorry!"

"Niall now is not the time!"

"Yes it is!" I heard him ramming himself against the door.

"Niall stop!"

"No I need to talk to you!" And that's when the door cracked. He gasped.

"I told you now wasn't the time Niall..." I could tell my words were slurred from the loss of blood. It was so relaxing having that deep red liquid run down my skin.

"Zayn no! Why Zayn?"

"I told you Niall I'm not perfect...not even close."