Zayn didnât step out muchâŚonly when he absolutely had to. He hated getting papped, and bothered, but that wasnât all that surprising. It wasnât exactly a secret that Zayn didnât like being in the mad rush of too many people. It made him anxious, and heâd found that he did much better behind a screen. He ate up attention from photos, music, and music videos - all things he could do without a ton of people having to be there while he did it. It was safe that way, to keep everyone at a distance. Had that been what he did with the boys when he left the band? Probably. Really, it was a selfish thing, but he felt like he deserved to be selfish for once. He wanted to do what was best for him, and in turn, he tried not to think too much about how it affected everyone else. The likelihood of running into one of his former bandmates on the street was slim to none, so when he walked straight into Niall, his first instinct had been to stare for a moment. Heâd had dreams about seeing the Irish male several times over the last several years, but he could tell that this wasnât a dream. âHeyâŚâ He managed to mumble out, completely ignoring the vague question from the other that was obviously just the first thing he could have thought to say. âThis isâŚa surprise.â Zayn managed to smile, and then did his best not to look around, knowing there had to be people staring, and taking photos. Sure enough, they were soon swarmed with people who recognized them, wanting a picture, a hug, autographs, and freaking out that they were together - maybe even assuming they were hanging out. Zayn had to get out of here, and fast. It was enough seeing Niall, but everything on top of that was overwhelming, and it felt like he might suffocate. âCan we go somewhere?â Zayn begged quietly, just wanting to get out of here, but he didnât want to make Niall feel like shit. âGot a car waitinâ over thereâŚwanna come with?â
There had been a lot of things revolving around the Zayn issue that Niall had never considered asking himself. Now though, heâs wishing he had. There were so many questions he wanted to ask Zayn, but he wasnât sure if he had any right to ask him anything. They werenât bandmates anymore. Hell! They werenât even friends. Niall thought back to how he had been mentally and emotionally during that year heâd much rather forget. If he had run into Zayn those first few months after Zayn had left, he wouldâve screamed at him until he was blue in the face. Tell him off for leaving without saying goodbye like the nearly 5 years theyâd known each other meant nothing. But then he wouldâve just gotten upset and apologized for being a dick. Deep down, he knew Zayn had every right to be selfish. As time passed by, Niall grew less angry but still the hurt was ever present. He questioned whether there was something he couldâve done to convince Zayn to stay. Though that was a selfish thought and Niall was not a selfish person. Watching how the other lads had taken Zaynâs departure and seeing how angry and bitter they were, it upset Niall deeply. It left this sour taste in his mouth that he wanted desperately to get rid of. He was more than happy when they decided to go on hiatus. Niall shook his head away from his thoughts, seeing the crowd building up around them as people were asking them both a million questions. Now was not a good time for this and he didnât have any real answers to give the fans. He needed to have a conversation with Zayn that was long overdue. âYea sure, sounds good.â Niall agreed, turning to apologize to the group gathered around them. âLeâs go then.â He motioned for Zayn to guide him away from the crowd. Well, nowâs a better time than ever to get some things off your chest. Iâm sure Zaynâs willing to listen. Hopefully.
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