( 17 y/o Niall)
(19 y/o Zayn)
"Remember when you almost got hit by those buses?" Harry asks, as he lies on the middle of the floor of my bedroom.
It was a boring Thursday afternoon. Zayn went out with som of his friends, and Louis is busy with his new job. So we had no one to hang out with. So here we are, being lazy.
"Yeah, I almost died that day" I said, while looking up at my ceiling. I was lying on my bed, because I didn't want to be on the floor.
"Like, What are the chances of two buses coming from different sides, and your breaks be broken? I thought you got hit" Harry said calmly, He let out a soft sigh.
"And it was also dark, I was terrified. I didn't even hear your screaming, just the two buses honking at me" I said with a laugh. I know it's a serious topic, but for some odd reason, whenever something happens to be, I always laugh about it. Like that other time where I almost broke my leg, and I was laughing on the ground while Zayn looked at me like I was crazy.
"Remember that time when you learned to swing on the swing set, you broke your leg the same day?" Harry asks, change to another topic. I let out a laugh, and looked at Harry, then back to my ceiling.
"Like, the day I learned to swing, I just had to break my leg!" I said smiling. I was so happy when I finally learned to swing properly, but when I was walked on the steps to the front door, I felt and broken my leg.
"Or that other time when we were running and you fell and scraped you knee? All you did was laugh, and it honestly scared me" Harry said with another laugh, I joined in Remember that day.
"A lot of bad things happen to me, but for some reason, I just laugh about it" I said with a smile. Like, what's the point in crying? It isn't going to help, and it will only worry the person. If I laugh, I feel better because crying just makes me think about the pain even more.
After a few more talks about some of the stupid things I did as a kid, Harry and I got hungry. So we went to cook, because no body was here to cook us anything.
"Okay, What would you like to eat?" I asked Harry, looking inside the refrigerator. My eyes scanned the shelves, and found nothing good.
"Let's make a big fancy dinner! It will be like a fancy restaurant where the food prices are over 15 dollars!" Harry said sarcastically, so I decided to join in.
"The instant noodles with be 23 dollars, because The Niall Horan made it himself!" I said with a smile.
"The tap water will be priced at 30 dollars because the Harry Styles put it in the cup himself" Harry said with a laugh, I joined in and the room was filled with laughter.
"No, seriously what do you want?" I asked after we stopped laughing.
"Since I kind of know how to cook, I'll cook" Harry said. I nodded and sat down on the stool. I watched Harry grab a few things and put them on the counter.
"What are you making?" I asked, following his movements, as he went from the pantry to the refrigerator.
"Spaghetti" He said, then started making the food.
I watched as he put the pot on the stove and turned it on. Then he grabbed the ground beef out and put it in the microwave to soften it, since it was in the freezer.
"Maybe I should take culinary arts class, then I wouldn't have to eat instant foods" I said with a laugh. I don't know how to cook, so I just eat stuff that are easy to make. Harry takes culinary arts in school, so he knows how to actually cook food.
"Nah, you'll probably burn the school" Harry said with a smile. I laughed and he continued.
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When we finished, Zayn came home. He just went straight to his room, and didn't say a word. He looked kind of upset, so we just left him alone.
"Wonder what's wrong with him" Harry asks quietly. We were in the living room, and watching a tv show. It was 8:30pm, and we had nothing to do. My parents aren't back, then said they had some stuff they were working on.
"Probably got in a fight with his friends" I said, not really caring about it. It's his problems, not mine.
When we went back to watching the tv, we suddenly hear crashes and stuff being thrown upstairs. I look to Harry, and he had the same expression. Curious.
Harry and I walked upstairs, and Zayn suddenly yelled. He seemed to be talking to someone. So we waited till he wasn't talking anymore, we didn't want to interrupt him.
After awhile, the nosies suddenly stop. Everything became really quiet, the yelling, the crashing. I opened the door slowly, and peak my head in. Inside, everything was thrown to the floor, and papers and all pictures of Zayn and Gigi seemed to be on the floor crumbled up.
I furrowed my eye brows, and looked around and saw Zayn on the other side of his bed. He had his hands in his hair, tugging at it as I hear him cry silently.
I look to Harry, and point towards the stairs. He nods, understanding what I meant. Once he was down stairs, I slowly, but quietly make my way towards Zayn.
"Zayn?" I asked quietly. I didn't want him to yell at me, so I tried to talk quietly so he doesn't get annoyed.
When he didn't answer, I walk up and sit beside him. I look at the wall in front of me, and just stare at it quietly. It's best to wait a little, and then talk once he calms down.
After 3 minuets of silence, Zayn in finally calm, and is also looking at the empty wall in front of us. I look to Zayn, and back at the wall.
"Did something happen?" I asked calmly. I waited for his answer.
"It's none of your business" He said in a low voice. He let out a soft sigh, and closed his eyes.
"I know, but sometimes if you talk about the problem with someone, you won't have to deal with it in silence" I said slowly. It's true, well for some people it is.
"I don't feel like talking" Zayn said with a another tried sigh.
I got up, and walked towards his desk. I looked in his drawer, and saw a note book, then I grabbed a pen and went back to sit beside him.
"Then write it out, then I will read it if you're comfortable, if not, then write it out, and rip it to shreds" I told him. This always helps, My teacher back in the 5th grade told me about this, and it helps.
Zayn took the note book, and started writing. I watched as he wrote quickly, his writing looked sloppy, but it's still readable. Once he finished, he handed me back the note book. I took it from him, and he looked away.
I read the note, and to sum it up. Zayn and Gigi has a fight, because Gigi cheated while she was back in the states. Gigi blames Zayn, because he didn't show enough love. Then Gigi broke his necklace, which is pretty important to him. His best friend gave it to him before he died. It's a long story. So Gigi called Zayn, and tried to apologize, but Zayn got mad.
I look to Zayn, and he had tears. It wasn't running down, just those tears that you don't feel. You know?
"You don't have to accept her apology, you don't have to see her again, you don't have to think about her. But if you do, that's completely up to you, but I don't think you should accept her apology" I told him. He looked to me and looked back at the wall.
"I hate her, I never, ever want to see her again" He said calmly.
"That's fine, you don't have to see her then" I told him. He looked at me, and smiled slightly. I smiled back.
"I wish your weren't my brother" Zayn said with a frown. I also frowned, feeling hurt by what he said.
"What? Why?" I asked feeling this painful stab to my heart. Why wouldn't he want to be my brother? Am I that bad?
I looked down, and frowned. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to seem like a baby in front of him.
I felt a hand under my chin. I looked up and see Zayns face close to mine. I look at him confused, till I felt a pair of lips on mine.
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Hope you like the chapter, it's much better then the others if you ask me.
So someone asked me to update, so I did because I love my readers.
I'll update later again, and if you have any other stories you want me to update, I'll start on it right away.