Today's update was a little longer than usual. I was supposed to post this last night but I fell asleep on front of my laptop and this morning I got really mad at Tumblr for screwing up my blog and I ends up deleting it. I felt so stupid for deleting it and now I feel miserable for wiping away my 1D blog :(
I just want to add that starting from today, I will start dedicating the chapter on my readers. If I like your comment then I will dedicate the next chapter to you. I'm gonna do this because I want to interact to my readers. Seriously, feel free to talk to me. I don't bite :)
Lastly, I'm not sure when the next update will be because my Calculus is coming up in the next two weeks and I have to study real hard.
Anyways, that's that. I hope you'll enjoy reading this long chapter. And this is a Niam chapter. Sorry again, Ziall shippers. Your chapter will be coming up real soon, don't worry!
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Niall's POV
The sight of waving hands of my father and the tears rolling down on my mother's cheeks is breaking my heart in two. The reality starts to sink in that my life is about to get back to normal and that is life on the spotlight. The stalking fans, the endless exhausting interviews, the annoying management telling us what to do and what not to do, are some of the perks of fame. It's not like I'm not grateful for all the blessings I've received since I made that leap of faith of auditioning to the reality show, X-Factor. My life completely changed in a blink of an eye. But sometimes, the fame is suffocating me and because of that I took a little break and spend some time with my family. On the other hand, the fame gave me this opportunity when fate put me in a group of gorgeous boys; at least two of them give me butterflies on my stomach.
One of them is Liam, the sweetest and the nicest boy I've ever met in my entire life. He is the most selfless and most considerate boy I know. He would always smile at every single fan even if he were having a bad day. I don't think rudeness is residing in Liam's vocabulary and he would feel terrible if he made someone upset. His big golden heart is what separates him from all of us. From time to time, he would do twitcam and fans would go nuts and sometimes I watched it without him knowing because I could zoom in on his gorgeous face. Let's face it, he is so adorable that you want to pinch his cheeks until it turns bright red, at least I do.
Liam's silky, smooth hair accentuates his chocolate brown eyes that made him so irresistible. And let's not forget the perfect sculpted abs of his; I really don't mind imprisoning myself under those and with his bulging biceps makes it even more perfect. I could imagine myself fainting when that happens. Although, from time to time, we would hug each other and all I can feel in those tight hugs is security and safety. When he's around, I can feel that nothing's bad is going to happen.
There is a secret that I keep from the lads because this secret is kind of creepy even for me. That is, I watched Liam every time he works out in the basement where our private gym is. There is a blind spot on that basement where I could just stare him all day long. The way he flex every muscle bulging on his skin and the way his sweat drips on his skin gives me this dirty thoughts popping out all over my brain. The way he lets out his raspy voice when he runs on the treadmill sounds like he's moaning and who couldn't resist Liam's moaning voice? Not me!
Then, there's Zayn. The prettiest boy I've ever laid my eyes on. People would always call him as a "sex god," which I'm not sure if it's true or not. How would I know? We never slept together but if his kiss has the same intensity of his performance in bed then I'm in trouble. We shared two intimate kisses already. There are no words to describe that moment except that it was magical and I want to want some more.
Those golden brown eyes that he owned have some kind of hypnotic power because every time that I would look into it, I got lost every freaking time and I could be his puppet for eternity. His gorgeous smile that radiates on his face made my heart stopped for a moment. And every time he would use that sexy smile on girls while we do CD signings, I swear girls would literally drop unconscious as if someone sucked the soul of their bodies. I trained myself not to have the same fate as those girls; although it's hard, how do you resist that smile? It's nearly impossible.
His soothing voice is not something you heard everyday. Zayn is truly a talented person. I wish I could sing like him. There was something beneath his voice that calms me down. Every time that I would hear it, I could practically hear angels singing from the heavens above. It is amazing how he could hit complicated notes that only he could do. He made it sound so easy and so uncomplicated.
Last but not the least, his freakishly oozing hot body. I think it speaks for itself. Although, his body is not as ripped as Liam's but when he took off his clothes, those tattoos are the only thing you could focus on, at least that's what I can focus on. I wonder what's like to touch those tattoos? Would he let me?
"Niall!" Hearing that loud thick British accent made me snapped back to reality. It was Liam, stretching out his hands and motioning me to come inside the taxi. "We should go." He continued.
I nodded and with that I glanced back to my parents and waved my last good bye. Although, leaving Mullingar and my family behind is something I can't get used to every time. But this time, I'll make sure to call them or text them every single day no matter how exhausting my day is. They are the driving force of my life and I swear to myself that I will not see that nightmare ever again.
"Yeah." I answered back to Liam, as I arched my back and get inside the taxi.
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The cloudless sky is all I could see as we landed on Holyhead. The bright yellow ray of sunshine is what blinding me. I gently covered my face with my arms as my vision returns to normal, I saw Liam hailing for taxi.
I didn't realize until now how responsible and reliable Liam is. I mean, I know he takes care of all of us especially me and I don't know why he paid so much attention to me. He was always there from the moment I got stomach flu until the time where the rude fans are saying mean things about me. He stood still in front of me, protecting me from the worldly pain. Is that why I like him so much? Is it because his instinct to protect me all the time? That couldn't be it!
"Niall?" Those chocolate brown eyes were inches away from my face. I didn't even realize that I was staring him long enough to made him think that I'm zoning out.
"Sorry." I smiled weakly at him. He's carrying my suitcases, one huge bag pack and one suitcase with wheels on it.
"Let me carry that." I said, as I stretched out my hand to pull the suitcase with wheels away from him. He immediately backs away from me.
"I can do it, Niall." There was firmness in his voice, letting me know that he can do everything.
"But those are mine."
He just smiled at me. He slowly took off his maroon scarf wrapped around his neck and wrapped it around mine, which surprised me. I stood there like a freaking statue while I get lost looking so closely at his face. The scent of his cologne is making its way to my nose and it smelled so manly.
"What are you doing?" My eyes still fixated on his face. The smile emanating on his face is something I can watch all day long and not get tired of it.
"Trying to keep you warm. You know I'd hate if you catch a cold." He slowly fixed the scarf and cupped his hands on my cheeks. There were definitely squealing inside my head. Every time Liam would do the sweetest thing I couldn't help but to blush to death. I really don't know why he does that all the time.
A yellow taxi stopped in front of us and Liam starts lifting my suitcases to put it on the back of the vehicle. I tried helping him but he insisted that I should go inside and let him do this for me. Once I get inside the car, I felt the chilly wind and immediately I put my pale white hands on my pocket to keep it warm.
"Cold?" It was Liam. There was concern look on his eyes. I've seen it so many times that I could tell the difference between his stares.
"A little bit." I moved sideways to make a space for him to sit on.
"Where to?" The taxi driver looked at the mirror looking into Liam.
"Wolverhampton."
"Wolverhampton?" I asked; looking for some clues on his adorable face but all I could see is his smile. "Isn't that your hometown?" I continued.
"Yeah. Seeing your family made me miss my family. Is it okay if we stopped there for a couple of hours?" His chocolate brown eyes looked directly at me and there is no way I could turn down something like that. Then, I realized I'm going to meet his parents. The thought of it made my stomach turned upside down.
"Niall, are you okay? Your face is turning red." The sound of his concerned voice snapped me back to reality. He touched my forehead by the back of his hand checking if I'm going down with a fever.
"I'm fine, Liam." I pushed away his hand away from my forehead. "Yeah, we could go to Wolverhampton. After all the things you've done for me, it's the least I could do." I explained back while studying his glances at me.
"The things I've done?" He furrowed his eyebrows and confusion is literally drawn itself on his face.
Liam's POV
I really don't know what Niall is talking about. He said something about the things I've done for him. Is that some kind of code that I don't know about?
"Could you be more specific?" I smiled, concealing the confusion hovering on my face.
He straightened out his back, sits comfortably then held my hand. To tell you the truth, it did surprise me. He rarely becomes so serious. He's always joking around and laughing. I remember he told me once that being serious all the time could suck the life away from you. But I do prefer the carefree Niall, he's so much fun!
"For the past two years, I don't think I've said thank you for all the things you've done for me. From the time I got sick from having stomach flu until the time those fans verbally attacking me." He smiled at me while his piercing crystal blue eyes looking directly at me, making me uncomfortable in a good way. I couldn't help but to smile at the thought that he is so grateful for those things. Besides, I would do it all over again no doubt in my mind.
"You don't have to sweat it, Niall. It's really nothing." I gently pressed his warm hands. The sensation of his hands made me feel a little tingly inside. It felt like my boyfriend is comforting me.
"But I do feel terrible though." A frown suddenly appeared on his face and made me worry as well.
"Why's that?"
"Remember the time that I got the stomach flu? It was your fifth date with Danielle." Niall started. "That night, I'm feeling the worst day of my life. My stomach is on fire. Bathroom is my best friend at the moment. I go to the bathroom at least twenty five times for three hours." He chuckled remembering the details.
"Then, I called for you but the lads told me that you were out with Danielle." He frowned. "So I instantly grabbed for my phone and called you. I'm sure Danielle got pretty upset when you received that call, didn't you?"
A smile crept on my face voluntarily. Actually, Niall was correct. Danielle was really upset when I told her that I have to postpone the date because of what happened to him. In all honesty, I'm glad that he called because the date was the most boring date I ever had. She starts rambling about something that I don't even remember anymore. The only reason I dated her is because of Niall. At that time, I knew having feelings for Niall is not good that's why I have to readjust my feelings toward someone else.
"Oh God! I am the worst the human being walked on this earth!" Niall exclaimed as he buried his face on both of his hands. I hugged him tightly to let him that it's okay. Making him feel worthless is the last thing I'd want to do.
"Don't worry, Niall. It's in the past."
"You sure?" His puppy-like face is mixed with those blue eyes is a lethal combination that shouldn't belong to one person.
"Yeah."
He wrapped around his arms to me and bear hugged me so tight that almost broke my ribs. The scent of his blonde hair smells like lavender smells so good that I couldn't help but to sniff them silently. I don't want Niall to hear that I'm sniffing his lavender-scented hair because that would make me some kind of creep.
"Thank you." He pulled away himself from me. His lavender-scented hair still lingered to my nose and all I want to have some more.
"For what?"
"Being nice to me."
"I told you, Niall. It's nothing to worry about." This time, I smiled at him. I really don't mind showing any kindness especially Niall. He holds a special key here in my heart.
"You're like Greg." He chuckled and I looked puzzled. I'm not sure what to make of it. Should I laugh as well?
"What do you mean?" I asked. Scared to know what he might say.
"You're like Greg in a way always looking out for me, minus the annoying qualities of my big brother." Niall explained as he chuckled more towards the end.
Big brother?
It felt like someone slapped repeatedly and simultaneously. I have to say I'm a little hurt. Is that how Niall sees me, an older brother? Wow, two rejections in one day is something I did not expect happens to me. For God's sake, I'm Liam fucking Payne! Oops, I'm not supposed to say swearing words.
"You okay, Liam?" Those crystal blue eyes again pierced through me. Although, I'm a little bit humiliated and embarrassed I tried to fake a smile so I wouldn't worry him. I have to make a move soon before someone else grab him and take him away from me.
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Finally, we arrived to Wolverhampton. The town where I grew up and make all of my memories from making friends to memories of learning to drive a car. Everything is in here.
The sun was still shining brightly and the clouds forming on the sky gives it a very good sign of a good day ahead of us. I hope everything will go to plan because I am planning to take Niall to my secret hiding place.
I walked across the street to get closer to a place where I can call it a home. The lawn is green and trimmed perfectly. I could spot that this is a work from my father knowingly that he likes gardening.
I knocked on the door as my heart pounds stronger and stronger every second. The door slightly open and see a woman with blonde hair and striped pink and white apron on top of her.
"Mum!" The excitement that I anticipated on the ride just exploded in an instant. I wrapped around my arms around her and hug her tightly to let her know how I miss my own mother.
"Liam? Is that you?" My mum questioned her eyes. She couldn't believe it either that I'm standing in front of her. I hope I didn't give her a heart attack or something.
"Yes, it's me." I pulled away from the hug and motioned Niall to come inside the house. He just smiled politely to my mother while he gently pulled his suitcase behind him.
We walked in a light blue-colored room where a green couch is sitting on the corner. A lot of picture frames were aligned on the opposite side. There were pictures of me, my sisters, and the wedding picture of my parents. The antique white coffee table was placed in the center of the room. The big tall metallic lamp was placed in the corner of the room with the telephone beside it. A big yellow directory book was hiding under the telephone stand.
"Where are Nicola and Ruth?" I asked as I glanced back to my mum who is closing the door behind us.
"They're at Manchester, visiting your grand mum."
"Why? Did something happen?" Bad thoughts rushed through my brain. The thought of something awful happening to my family is making my stomach turn upside down.
"No, they're just visiting her." My mum wrapped her arms around my waist, letting me know that I don't need to panic on every single thing. Then, my mum introduced herself to Niall.
"You must be Niall." She smiled at him, welcoming to the house and to the family.
"Yup, that's me." His perky Irish accent bounced off on the four corners of the living room making my mum giggled at the sound of his accent.
"Liam is always talking about you." She grinned and glanced back at me. I instantly felt a dark shade of crimson spread through my cheeks and my heart beats crazily against my chest.
"Mum!" I whined, glanced quickly at Niall who is smiling shyly.
"Is he really?" Niall answered back followed by a weak chuckle. He walked towards the couch and sit by himself.
"Help me, Liam. I'm gonna bring out cookies and tea." She weakly elbowed me, trying to tell me something. I'm not sure if it's a hidden code or something that I don't get.
"Okay!" I answered back while I surrendered my hands in hair. Then, I watched my mum head towards the kitchen.
"Don't listen to her. The woman is clearly delusional." I playfully whispered to Niall.
"I heard that!" My mum said. Then, I clearly straightened out my back before my mum dragged my behind towards the kitchen.
My mum is not like any other mother. We really don't have that strict relationship where parents will say anything and the child will do it every single thing. We have respect for each other. I'm glad we have that kind of relationship but for every relationship, you encounter good days and bad days. I'm still grateful that my mum still accepts me when I came out to her couple of months ago. I really thought she would disown me. She said that she still loves me no matter what I am. Although, my father had a difficult accepting it at first but he fully understands me now and I'm glad for that.
As I stepped into the kitchen, the aroma of green tea seeps through my nose and it really calms me down. The floral-tiled sink is where my mum put a tray filled with chocolate chip cookies. The white oven with semi-sparkled oil on the side is placed on the corner of the kitchen. The huge white fridge with fruit-designed refrigerator magnets were scattered all over the top door while on the bottom door is where a chore schedule is plastered on it.
"So, when are you planning to tell him?" I turned around looking confused at my mum's question as she placed the chocolate chip cookies on a separate plate.
"Tell him what?" At the back of my mind, I knew what my mum meant but I'm too scared to voice it out. The fear is eating me alive and making me unable to let Niall know what my heart really wants.
"That you like Niall." My eyes widened as what I've heard on the words that my mum lets out of her mouth. She made it so casual like this happened in a regular basis. My mouth begins to dry and my heart begins to pound again irregularly.
"Mum, I do not like Niall." I tried my best to made it sound so believable and I'm not sure if I did correctly. Avoiding my mum's eye contact is probably the worst I could do and she could tell that I'm lying.
"Liam..." She cupped my face, lifting it up to meet her gaze. Her brown eyes are almost burning a hole on my forehead. (Author's Note: I don't know the exact eye color of Liam's mother). She had this motherly look on her, a very concerned look.
"I know that you're lying."
"How?"
"I'm your mother." Hearing that from my mum, I couldn't help but to chuckle. Even in the most serious conversation she still managed to make me laugh. God, I love my mum!
"It doesn't matter anyway." I turned my back away and head towards on the teapot making a hissing sound.
"What's the matter, Liam?" Her concerned voice and the touch I felt on my shoulder are making my mother worried even further. I turned my back and faced her with a frown plastered all over my face.
"He doesn't like me."
"Then, make him like you." I chuckled once more. All I could say is my mum can't be a professional therapist. Her strategies on giving advice are the worst of all.
"Mum, I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because... because..." I hesitated. I'm not sure if I could tell her what's the reason why Niall can't like me.
My mum got this suspicious look on her face, still waiting an answer for me.
"Because he only sees me as a friend." I shot a look on the ground, hoping that if I stare long enough that I can create a hole and hide on it forever.
"But it's not the end of the world. I'm sure in time, he will fall for you."
"Mum, stop sugarcoating it. It'll never happen." This dark, gloomy feeling residing me is something that I get used to since I've had this feelings for Niall. I'm not exactly thrilled to have this negativity inside me but what can I do. "Besides, he likes someone else."
"I didn't raise you to be a coward, Liam." A deep, thick British accent spoke behind me and I'm perfectly sure it wasn't from my mum. I quickly turned around and saw a man a little taller than me with almost with bleached short hair. It was my father.
"Dad?!" My eyes widened again and seeing him there almost gave me a heart attack. He had a stern and serious look projecting on his chubby face.
"How long were you standing there?" A panic stricken all over my face, hoping he didn't heard my conversation with mum. Because if he did, I might die.
"Long enough to hear you whine about a boy." A big lump formed on my throat and speaking is not an option at the moment. My father has a fierce glare on his eyes poking through my face.
"It's not like that, Dad." I answered back with a little irritated imprinted on my voice. He couldn't possibly understand what I'm going through. I wanted so bad to tell Niall the truth but every time I tried, fate is making its way to make my attempt to fail. Maybe it's a sign that it's not the right time yet.
"The Paynes are not quitters!" He said with such a strong conviction on his voice. My father's weird encouragement advice lit a burning feeling inside of me and telling me not to give up on Niall.
"Thanks Dad."
We make our way back to the living room where Niall is looking at Payne's family picture frames. A smile spread through his face while looking at the picture frames.
"Is this you?" He turned around as he heard footsteps getting closer on the living room.
"Yeah, unfortunately. That's me." I shook my head in embarrassment. It was a picture of me when I was nine years old wearing a Woody costume: the brown cowboy hat, the yellow long sleeve shirt with white and black sleeveless blazer on top of it, the blue jeans, and the brown cowboy boots.
"He's so cute, isn't he?" My mum interjected as she pinched my cheeks. The hold of my mum to my cheeks is too overpowering that I had no choice but to shut up my mouth before I could complain.
Niall just nodded in agreement. But in all honesty, I really look good in that Woody uniform. I never outgrew my fondness over Toy Story. It taught me a lot of things about making friends, the journey of growing up, and battling your inner demons. Without it, I don't think I'll be who I am today.
I introduced my dad to Niall. As usual, he smiled politely as my dad shook Niall's hands. Then, his crystal blue eyes sparkled the moment he saw the chocolate chip cookies and the scent of green tea seeps through his nose.
"Wow, this looks delicious, Mrs. Payne." Niall said, as he took a bite on the chocolate chip cookie.
"Thank you. You can call me Karen, or if you want call me mum too." Those words literally choke me to death. I couldn't even begin to fathom what my mum is doing. Subtlety is not really my mum's thing.
Niall just chuckled on my mum's joke. Obviously, it was a joke. I really don't think Niall would take it literally. The only time that Niall can call my mum his mum is when we got married. Oh god! Marriage?! The thought of marrying Niall is giving me the huge grin on my face. I'd really like that but that's not possible though.
"So where are you two headed next?" My dad asked, as he sips his tea.
"We're headed to America for two months for our North American tour." Niall answered while I was busy daydreaming of Niall and me together in front of an altar.
"In that case I have a gift for Liam." My mum stood up and left the room. Niall and myself exchanged confused glances on one another.
"What is it?" I whispered to dad.
"I don't know." He answered casually.
Then we heard footsteps coming closer to the living room and I saw my mum holding a gift-wrapped box. She handed it to me. "Here, take it."
"What is it?" The box was covered glossy wrapping paper with a blue ribbon on top of it. I gently took off the tape from the corners of the box and slowly peel off the wrapping paper. My eyes widened the moment I saw the big letters on the box.
C-O-N-D-O-M
"Mum, what the hell is this?!" I threw it out instantly as if the box was made of spoons. Niall was holding his stomach as he laugh hysterically and so was my dad. My flustered face is an obvious sign that I'm too embarrassed at the gift.
"It's a condom. Do you want me to teach you how to put it on?" My mum said in an expressionless face.
Oh God! I can't believe my mum just said that in front of Niall. I wish I could crawl in a hole of our wooden floor and stay there forever, I would. I glanced at Niall and he still laughing at the idea of my mum giving me a lesson on how to put a condom. I never actually use one. Besides, I never slept with Danielle. But I do know how to put it, thank you very much!
"Mum! I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said." I immediately stood up and dragged Niall and myself away from the house.
"Liam, where you going?" I heard my mum's voice as we stepped outside of the main door.
"Out!" I yelled back, not looking back.
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We're couple feet away from our house when Niall lets go from my grip, demanding an explanation to where were headed.
"Where are we going, Liam?" He stood at the side of the street as his glare pierced every fiber of my being.
"I'll bring you to my secret base."
"Secret base?" His irritated face turns in a confused one in a matter of seconds. The curiosity radiating on his face is obvious that he couldn't hold the smile creeping out on his face.
"Yeah." I smiled back at him, teasing him with more curiosity.
We walked for about forty-five minutes until we reached a cliff with bunches of tree around it. But the most striking one is the tall oak tree, the same tree where I used to go to when I'm having bad days. I actually talk to a tree, I know this is weird but it felt so great afterwards.
"Wow, Liam! This is beautiful." His face lights up as he looked around the trees and the leaves falling off in different colors. It's like we're enveloped in rainbows simultaneously shining above us. The sight of him smiling and be amazed on the view he's seeing is enough for me to smile. The happiness brewing inside of me reminds me how amazing Niall and how I enjoyed seeing him like this. I couldn't deny the fact that I love this Irish boy.
I walked towards him and held out my hand.
"What?" He asked suspiciously as the different colored leaves still blown by the breeze around us.
"Can I have this dance?" I looked deeply into his crystal blue eyes. The innocence in his face made me feel content of my life and the smile on his face made my world a better place to live in.
"Sure." He put his hand on top of mine as I snaked my arms around his back. He gently put his head on my collarbone. One step at a time, we move sideways as I hummed the tune of "Boyfriend," a song by Justin Bieber that Niall adored so much.
It was a perfect moment for us. If only I could stop time, I would. As he lay down his head on my chest made me the happiest boy at this moment. The sensation of his warmth breath against my skin gives me the chills. I can literally felt my chest pounding not because I was scared but because I was here in a special place with a special boy dancing with me.
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Back to London...
Zayn's POV
Sleeping while trying to think of someone special is not a good combination. I remember I stumbled and I tossed around on my bed for hours and I still can't find myself to sleep. I wonder on how Niall is doing. Is he doing okay? Is he thinking of me?
I got up and jump off my bed and check my twitter, hoping someone spots Niall anywhere. Unfortunately, there's none. Where could he gone off to?
Narnia? Pffft. I can't believe I even thought of that. Great, Zayn! You're becoming delusional.
I stretched up my achy muscles from stumbling around from my bed last night. I walked towards my bathroom and jumped on the tub and take a bath instead. I was determined that I will be the one to find Niall.
After the shower, I quickly fix my hair in a quiff-style. Then, put some moisturizer on to make my skin a little healthier. I have to admit I really look good and maybe that's why people keep calling me as the vain one. I can't help it that I'm beautiful. Okay fine! Sue me!
I put on a gray shirt under of a white and black varsity jacket. I paired it by wearing blue jeans and a pair of black leather shoes. To finish it off, I put on black-framed glasses that Niall admired so much. He once said that I look so damn hot while I wear glasses so I guess I'm going to maintain this look. If he says I look good on it then I probably am.
I looked on my table with most of my stuff on top of it. It was a very messy table, I really need to clean it most especially my room. I instantly recognize a pack of cigarettes on the center of the table. Just when I was about to pick it up, a very distinct flashback from a couple of months ago flashes before my very eyes.
-Flashback Begins-
"What are you doing?" I instantly recognized the Irish accent in front of me as he pulled out a cigarette on my mouth.
"You're not my mother!" I roared at him, making him a little bit intimidated. He slowly stepped backwards with a cigarette that he pulled out of my mouth on his hands. He was slightly shaking on his knees. It was a quite scene to see.
"I know that but I am your friend." His shaky voice is quite amusing in my ears.
I've been trying to quit smoking for a while I just can't seem to stop this addicting habit. Don't tell me that I don't have any will power because I do. Its just smoking is a part of me that I just cannot dispose of.
"I'm just worried about you, Zayn." For some odd reason, looking directly at those crystal blue eyes is making me blush and hypnotizing at the same time. It felt like I'm in some kind of trance that Niall put me into and I have no control all over my body, not even my mind.
"Okay fine." I fake pouted. Then all of a sudden, I felt a big bear hug coming from the Irish boy. It took me by surprise that I wasn't able to comprehend what was happening. The scent of his blonde hair seeps through my nose and it smelled like fresh flowers from a botanical garden.
A disappointment feeling crept up on me as Niall pulled away himself from my arms and I couldn't even explain it to myself on why am feeling like that. I mean, sure, Niall is that person who will cheers you up every time you were down but this time I want to feel his touch even for one more second. But why am I getting upset of him letting go from my touch?
"I'll be your nicotine patch." He smiled.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Since you wanted to quit smoking then I'll be your nicotine patch."
"My nicotine patch?" I asked once more, making sure what Niall is getting into.
"Yeah." He replied without batting his eyelashes.
"So you want to stick yourself to me?" I chuckled. I really thought that Niall have gone insane of claiming himself as my nicotine patch. I mean, who does that? Seriously?
"Yeah." This time, he smiled. The moment I saw that smiled I swear I felt my heart beats irregularly and I don't understand why. My mouth begins to dry and my palms become to sweat profusely. The symptoms are so weird that my brain couldn't process what my heart is saying.
"Deal?" He asked, as he held out his hands to me.
"Deal." I held out my hand. The moment I touch his soft hand, it felt like someone splashed me with a bucket of a very cold ice water all over me. I shivered.
"Let's go before Liam could catch us goofing off." He walked off while holding my hands and I couldn't stop looking at the Irish boy who's testing my heart and my sexuality into doubt.
-Flashback Ends-
It's weird that I'm not craving for smoking anymore after I made that promise to Niall. Although, I made some slip up in the process. I smoked a couple of times when I broke off with Perrie but I didn't tell Niall that I smoked. He would be furious at me for sure.
Suddenly, I heard familiar voice on the living room. I quickly got out of my room and look down on the living room and see a familiar face. It was Josh Devine.
"Have you seen it?" Josh looked distraught as he was talking to Harry and Louis on the living room.
"Seen what?" Harry asked.
"The video." Josh answered.
"What video?" It was Louis' turn to ask the question. Oddly enough, it raised a suspicion in my mind. What video does Josh refers to? And why am I getting nervous?
I slowly walk towards the stairs and make my down the living room as the three of them reached the computer that sits beside the television set.
Josh gently pulled the swivel chair and sat on it. He typed a link on the address bar of the web browser and a youtube video popped out of the screen. It was a low quality video where two individuals slow dancing under an oak tree. The music was very familiar to me because it was one of our songs in our first album, Up All Night. The song coming out of the video was I Wish.
I gasped as the video zoomed in to realize it was Liam and Niall slow dancing under the oak tree.
But when the chorus came, it felt like a million of knives stabbed me right here on my chest.
But I see you with him slow dancing
Tearing me apart
Cause you don't see
Whenever you kiss him
I'm breaking
Oh, how I wish that was me
It broke my heart when I saw Liam leaned forward and looks like he gave Niall a kiss on the lips.
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So what you guys think?
Too much drama?