strong || n.h. (COMPLETED)

{40} talks and decisions

Zayn's POV

"I'm up for it, what is the plan?" I said, smiling. I want my best friend to be happy again.

"Okay. So we are going to have Niall talking to you, explaining everything that happened as if you didn't know already." Louis started. I nodded.

Liam continued for him, "Then we are going to have Ariana with Harry, near enough to hear. He wouldn't lie to Zayn and she knows that."

I nodded, trying to comprehend the plan.

"Let's do it." I smiled.

[2 hours later]

"You ready, Zayn?" Harry asked.

"Yep." I breathed out.

Harry went to Ariana's room and I went to Niall's bunk, which was right next to Ariana's door. Once I heard Harry contorting her, I opened Niall's curtain.

"Hey Niall." I said to the boy who was curled up in the corner of his bed.

"What?" He snapped, obviously tired.

"Can I talk to you?" I said.

"Sure I guess." he mumbled, sitting on the ground, fortunately he was right next to Ariana's door.

"Can you explain what happened again? I'm still confused. And start from the beginning." I said.

"Okay..." He said skeptically.

He started his story but it was in a very hushed tone.

"Uh, I just woke up you're gonna have to talk louder if you want me to hear."

"But she's right in there." he whispered.

I waved a hand, "she went back to sleep." I lied.

"Okay." Niall said, much louder.

"So here is what really happened. I had my first drink and asked Ariana for a new one. She argued with me for a little but, then agreed. She got up and left. A minute later a girl came back with a drink and started kissing me. I thought it was her, she seemed so much like her. Her voice, her kiss, everything. Something didn't seem right but I ignored it. I'm in love, Zayn. And when you're in love, the little things don't matter. I kept kissing her and I heard a glass break in the doorway. I thought it was drunk Louis so I ignored that also. The kiss got very heated and we both ran out of breath. When we pulled away I looked into her eyes and that's when I realized. I looked into those icy blue eyes instead of the sweet brown ones I fell in love with. I immediately pushed her off of me and went to look for Ariana. I slipped on the way out. I realized it was the drink that Ariana got me, and that she saw everything. I felt terrible. I can never get anything right. Then I found you, and we went looking for her. And you know what happened after that."

He looked down and cried, and I couldn't help but smile, thinking Ariana heard everything.

Ariana's POV

Harry came in my room without knocking.

"We need to teach you how to knock Harry." I said walking over to him.

"Can we talk?" he said suddenly.

"Sure?" I said, uncertainty filling my voice. He sat on the floor against my door and I sat next to him.

"Okay so about this Niall thing," I cut him off, shushing him. I put my ear against the door to hear Niall say, "So here is what really happened." And I listened closer. Harry didn't say anything else and let me listen.

"I had my first drink and asked Ariana for a new one. She argued with me for a little but then agreed. She got up and left. A minute later a girl came back with a drink and started kissing me. I thought it was her, she seemed so much like her. Her voice, her kiss, everything. Something didn't seem right but I ignored it. I'm in love, Zayn. And when you're in love, the little things don't matter. I kept kissing her and I heard a glass break in the doorway. I thought it was drunk Louis so I ignored that also. The kiss got very heated and we both ran out of breath. When we pulled away I looked into her eyes and that's when I realized. I looked into those icy blue eyes instead of the sweet brown ones I fell in love with. I immediately pushed her off of me and went to look for Ariana. I slipped on the way out. I realized it was the drink that Ariana got me, and that she saw everything. I felt terrible. I can never get anything right. Then I found you, and we went looking for her. And you know what happened after that."

I stood up. "It was all an accident?" I whispered.

Harry just nodded and there were wheels turning in my head. Harry stood up and I immediately opened the door to reveal a crying Niall and a smiling Zayn.

"Niall?" I croaked, my voice dry from all of the crying I've done.

His head snapped up and he looked in to my eyes. My lips curved into the smallest smile I've ever done.

"Can I talk to him alone?" I said to Zayn and Harry. They nodded and left the room of bunks. I sat on the ground next to him and sighed.

"I'm sorry." We both said at the same time. We both laughed a little.

"What are you sorry about?" Niall said.

"For blocking you out, not letting you explain..." I wiped a stray tear from his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder. He played with a piece of my hair.

"We have the weirdest relationship Ariana. We always get mad at each other, ignore each other, but then when we find out the truth, we're back to normal." Niall said. I looked at him and he cupped my cheeks and kissed me. When he pulled away he studied my face.

"Good, it's you." he chuckled. I couldn't help but giggle at how paranoid he will be every time he kisses me know.

"I honestly don't know how I thought it was you. She smelt absolutely horrid. You always smell good!" He threw his arms up and I couldn't help but crack up with laughter.

"That's good to know." I added.

"I was absolutely terrified. We were just talking to each other about our future and then we got in another fight." He shook his head. I started laughing but stopped myself.

"Niall... maybe we aren't a good idea." I said.

"What do you mean, we?"

"Us, together, as a couple." I motioned to both of us.

"Niall it seems like every week we are fighting about something new. We don't have trust in each other. That's not a real relationship." I said looking down.

"Ariana please, let's just try one more time. Give me a chance I-"

"Niall I love you but..."

The door opened and Harry stepped in, "We are at the airport. We have to leave."

I've made my decision.

I'm going back to California.

Leaving Niall behind.