50 Shades of Gay

Sequel One-shot: 50 Shades of Breaking Up

Summary: In which Zayn and Niall break up. One-shot based on 50 Shades of Gay.

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“Get out,” Zayn snarled, pointing to the door, his face contorted with pain and anger while his body and hands shook violently with emotion, causing him to look as if he were vibrating like Jacob did in Twilight right before he turned into a wolf.

Not that Zayn could turn into a wolf, Niall thought, at least he didn’t think so.

It was an odd thought to have, especially in this moment, when his boyfriend was breaking up with him and kicking him out of his own apartment.

“You can’t kick me out of my own apartment,” Niall retorted, the words coming out more assholey than he expected them to, and he immediately wished he had said something else because Zayn’s face screwed up even more and his prettiness became more distorted.

Not that Zayn could ever be anything less than beautiful.

Niall was surprised by how calm he was.

It was as if he didn’t even realize what was happening, as if this entire situation was just one big joke or dream or nightmare.

“Your apartment? This is your apartment?” Zayn replied, and his voice was even lower and more gravely, rough around the edges, but deadly soft in contrast to his previous yelling.

Niall didn’t even know how this entire thing started.

“What? It kind of is?” Niall was confused, oblivious as to why Zayn would focus on that particular part of his sentence. He had found the apartment himself, and Zayn had only moved in later.

After Sean moved out two years ago they had continued to rent it out, enjoying the memories that came with the place and unable to leave it, both finding jobs in the area.

“I think I’ve been living here long enough for you to consider it our apartment, and I’d say I have the right to kick you out of it,” Zayn replied, outraged and still speaking softly, but that bite in his voice was still present and Niall tried to remember a time when it hadn’t been there.

He still didn’t understand what he had done.

“Honey, I’m home!” Niall cried as he entered the apartment, throwing the door open dramatically and letting it slam shut behind him as he toed his shoes off and dropped his bag on the ground, setting his guitar down softly next to it.

He was met with silence, but his gaze immediately fell to Zayn, who sat at the kitchen table, head in his hands and barely moving.

“Zee?” Niall asked, moving to where his boyfriend sat and putting a hand lightly onto his shoulder.

Zayn immediately flinched under Niall’s touch, shoving the blonde’s hand off of his shoulder in a sharp movement, causing a look of confusion to arise on his face.

Zayn still didn’t move, though, except his fingers, which tugged through his hair, ruining the tall quiff.

Niall stood there, speechless and unable to move because what the hell did he even do?

“What did I even do?” Niall exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air because still, after hours of arguing, he had absolutely no idea what was wrong or why Zayn was so mad and Zayn still wouldn’t say.

Niall wracked his brain for things that would have pissed his boyfriend off this much, but he still couldn’t think of anything.

Zayn couldn’t be this mad at him for smoking his last cigarette, right?