Call Boy II
PART ONE (x)
What Louis was proposing was absolutely insane, but then again it wasn’t so preposterous because he had actually given some thought into the idea himself.
But it was that same possibility that was nagging at the back of his head all day long which was driving him crazy. What if it was true?
Zayn hadn’t seen Niall in a week, and he was slowly tearing out each hair on his head one by one, biting his lips until there was nothing left, and clawing at his skin until it glowed bright red. It was borderline agonizing not even hearing one word from him once since he dropped him off at his apartment.
The blonde had said nothing on the silent ride home from their date last week yet also Zayn hadn’t said anything to spark a conversation. He could only see the despair in his eyes, and the tension in his body language. He had no idea what to even say to the boy. The entire night had messed with Zayn’s mind because was that man serious, or was he just being an asshole?
The question inside of him wouldn’t break away from his mind, and neither would the cute little blonde who was circling his thoughts every single second of his day. He couldn’t even keep on his tasks at work, his boss throwing him out at the end of the day because he didn’t complete a single article.
It was frustrating to say the least, and with Niall not answering his texts, it was even worse making his heart do this sad little flip inside of his chest every time he saw he had no messages.
He knew it was hopeless. That night had ended in such disaster, and Zayn punching that guy and scaring Niall probably wasn’t his best decision he ever made. The distraught and upset look that had rested on the boy’s pretty face had bothered Zayn so bad it was hard for him to sleep at night. He had just wanted to protect the boy, and what the man had said was out of line.
But now he felt as if he was dwelling on it a little too much. The hope of him contacting him back was fading away, and it depressed him even more, because once again he lost the only real person he ever really liked. So now he really needed to distract his mind to help him through the day.
Zayn was now throwing on his jacket and shoving his phone inside of his pocket, almost opting to leave it home since he couldn’t get his brain to stop screaming at him about the blue eyed blonde as he checked his phone every other minute. He was leaving his home now, getting ready to meet Harry and Louis. The two had planned a day out for him, knowing about his reck of a situation.
He hadn’t even chosen to tell the two about his disastrous date, but his moping and sulking had them picking at him until he gave in about a couple of details. And right now he didn’t really feel like dragging himself out to the shops, but Louis would have a fit if he didn’t get his ass out of his house for a day.
As he walked outside, he saw his friends waiting for him across the street, rolling his eyes when he saw Louis waving at him like a complete fool as usual. His grin was so wide he could see it from where he was standing, and that had actually put a smile on his own face. The kid’s cheerful moods and bright personality were very contagious sometimes.
“Well, well, look who came out to play.” Louis mocked, while kicking his shoe into the dirt, leaning into Harry’s side.
“I could go back in you know, it isn’t too late.” Zayn retorted rolling his eyes, as he approached the both of them, and he couldn’t help the smirk that rose to his lips when he saw their hands intertwined.
“Oh c’mon Zayn, he’s just teasing you.” Harry winked at him then, the damn bastard was practically glowing, and he had a pretty decent idea as to why. He knew there had been something going on between the two of the imbecile’s lately, but he hadn’t really thought either of them would have made a move so fast.
Zayn just shrugged his shoulder though, and they began to walk their way down to the mall two blocks over. He mentally groaned as Louis was beginning his babbling, the words pouring out of his mouth and bashing through Zayn’s ears until he couldn’t bare it anymore. He had already gotten enough at work, so hanging out with him after hours was definitely putting his mind into overtime.
It was easy to block out though, unlike other days, because his hand was toying with his phone inside of his pocket waiting and hoping it would buzz or ring. He was even debating on if he should call Niall and invite him with them. He bit his lip, because he really wanted to.
He wanted to see him badly, he wanted to talk to him, hell just knowing if he was still around would be great, but he knew the blonde wouldn’t answer. It was fruitless, and he had no idea why he was still thinking of trying to contact him. It was obvious things between them would never rise again. He was pretty damn sure that he would never actually hear from him again either.
“Hey Z, you doin’ alright?” Harry questioned then, his thoughts interrupted by his careful voice. Zayn hadn’t even noticed he had dropped a couple feet behind the pair, as his eyes were plastered to the uneven ground, and his mind was somewhere else. He looked up though to see a sympathetic Harry and a concerned Louis.
“Yeah, sorry, I just, yeah.” He answered lamely, wincing at how pathetic he sounded. He picked up his pace then, and gave the two a weak smile, knowing they wouldn’t buy into it, but it was worth a shot.
“Listen mate, I know you’re gutted about Niall but-” Louis tried to comment, but was interrupted.
“I’m not, I’m fine.” Zayn cut in, the fake upturn of his lips that were coated in happiness remained on his face, not wanting to bring anymore attention to the matter. He needed to get over it, and he knew that, he didn’t need to hear it from his friends too.
Harry nodded then, smiling back at him, but Louis’ expression hadn’t altered, and Zayn knew the look in his eye was telling him they were going to talk later, but he tried to ignore it and continued his way ahead.
Maybe Louis could see through his deception that Harry couldn’t quite catch, but he didn’t want to ruin this day for his friends, and maybe it was good getting a distraction from these two, even if it was to do something he really hated.
Besides, he sure as hell needed one or he was going to go insane.
~ ~ ~
Louis’ worried eyes hadn’t left his movements all afternoon. Zayn knew he meant well, but he did find it a little frustrating after a while. He was trying to steer himself away from any thoughts of Niall and when he caught Louis’ big wide eyes every five minutes, it wasn’t helping his situation.
The boy did however manage to keep a watchful eye on Zayn but also kept a wide grin for the curly haired boy who was more joyful than ever and still hadn’t picked up on Zayn’s still depressed mood. They had been wandering around the mall for around two hours and the lad had at least seven bags in his hands. Zayn didn’t even have one.
It’s not like he hated shopping but he wasn’t exactly a fan of it, and he sure as hell knew this wasn’t Louis’ idea of a fun day, but that sap would do anything for the taller boy even if it meant cliff diving for a day, even though that sounded way cooler than walking through a bunch of stores and groaning for a couple of hours like they were now.
He sighed and continued to stroll his way around, scanning through hideous clothes in the stores Harry loved which he couldn’t begin to understand, sipping on his Pepsi he had bought and waiting for said boy to check out so they could get their asses out of there.
He sighed though as he saw Louis coming over to him then, his face serious, and his eyes filled with that troubled look, and Zayn instantly knew what this was going to be about. He knew it was just a matter of time before he could get him alone for a few minutes, and with Harry running himself into a dressing room with as many clothes that he could fit in his hands it was definitely going to be more than just a few.
“Louis, I don’t really know if I’m up for talking about this right now.” He murmured, hoping the boy would just drop everything until later and leave the subject alone, but he knew that wasn’t going to be the case, even if he tried to look like he was suddenly extremely interested in the ugly clothes hanging on the rack in front of him, which he most certainly wasn’t.
“Well get up for it because you’re killing me mate.” Louis replied, making Zayn rub at his eyes because now he felt like he was getting a headache. The boy gave him a sad smile, and he couldn’t help but sigh out defeated.
“Sorry.” He apologized, because he knew he was making this day shit for him and Harry when they were supposed to be having a good fun time together. It wasn’t often all three of them could get out and chill for the day, and Zayn was ruining it for the both of them because of his horrible mood.
“Just tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” Louis winked at him trying to cheer him up even if it was just a little. Zayn did chuckle though and pushed at his friends shoulder.
“Hey, watch it or I’ll tell Styles you’re hitting on me.” Zayn jokingly threatened, causing Louis to erupt into a small fit of laughter.
“Oh shut your ass up, Harry’s not gonna listen to you.” He notified, making Zayn shrug his shoulders with a smile. He turned around then seeing Harry still closed inside of the small dressing room doors knowing he wouldn’t emerge for a little while.
“What’s going on between you two, huh? You guys are extra close today.” He mentioned, going back to skimming the clothes rack in front of him.
“Don’t change the subject, Zayn.” Louis interjected, looking at him with reprimanding eyes while crossing his arms over his chest. “What exactly happened with Niall the other day?”
Zayn sighed then, still rifling through the clothes, letting his eyes trace the patterns on a black and white colored shirt, which was hurting his head the more he stared at it.
He let his mind wander back then as he remembered the disgusting man who’s filthy hands were grasping Niall harshly, the foul insulting words he said, the slight pain in his hand when he slugged the guy, and the intense hurt in his heart when he realized the stress he had put the blonde through.
“Nothing really happened, I guess.” He stated vaguely, really wishing that Louis wouldn’t question or bug him about it anymore. But Louis was shaking his head instantly, now gripping onto Zayn’s shoulder and forcing him to look at him this time. Louis wasn’t going to give this up, and he knew that.
“If that were true then you wouldn’t be actin’ like this.” He informed him, causing Zayn to bite his lip as he averted his gaze. Talking about the entire situation later seemed to be hopeless now as Louis had him glued to his spot with those persistent eyes.
“C’mon Louis I really-” Zayn tried to plead with him, but Louis broke him off.
“You said you fought someone?”
“I-I didn’t fight him,” He objected instantly, a frown making it’s way to his lips. “I just punched him because he- he was touching Niall and I just couldn’t stand there and watch so-”
“So you hit him because you saw him touching his arm? His hand? His leg?” Louis interrogated him, making Zayn sigh out even deeper now. “C’mon Z, details.”
Zayn winced then, thinking of the reason on why he punched that sleezy bastard in the face that night. It still made his blood boil, and he could feel himself gritting his teeth. He then checked over both of his shoulders and behind him, before continuing to tell his story to the relentless curious boy in front of him, who was staring at him with such interest.
“No I hit him because he accused Niall of being a prostitute.” He whispered carefully, running his hand through the clothes in front of him because he was still pissed about the entire encounter with that asshole, and talking about it wasn’t making it any better for him.
“He what?” Louis questioned loudly, bewilderment laced in his tone.
Zayn’s distressed eyes then came up to meet Louis’ confused one’s as he tugged out a shirt that caught his attention, which looked similar to the one Niall had wore the night of their date. He frowned as he was running his finger tips along the blue pattern on the shirt.
“He actually fucking took out his wallet Lou, like, god.” He breathed out, remembering the humiliating gesture and Niall’s embarrassed looking eyes. He was still astounded trying to wrap his head around the incident, clenching his fists then as he continued. “He was asking how much I paid for him. It was fucked up.”
“Are you serious?” He asked, and all Zayn could do was nod his head and shrug his shoulders because Louis almost looked like he didn’t believe him.
He wished it never happened. If it didn’t damn rain all the time and it held off that night then he wouldn’t have left Niall’s side. If he would have parked closer then maybe he could have saved him from even seeing that jerk. If only he could have prevented it from ever happening, because now before he even really had Niall back in his life, he lost him again.
“That’s why I’ve been trying to get a hold of him, but he won’t answer me, like he won’t even read my texts like he’s ignoring me completely.” He explained, pulling out his phone from his pocket, his heart dropping once again when he saw the screen was blank as usual.
It was quiet for a minute then, with Louis just staring at him while biting his lip, and Zayn really wished he could have read his mind at the moment because the look he was giving him was making him uncomfortable. His eyes wide with contemplation with his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
“Is it true? Did he tell you he’s, well, a-” Zayn’s eyes went wide then, and anger instantly went racing through him as he cut him off, his next words being spat right out of his mouth.
“No he’s not a fuckin’ prostitute Louis, he didn’t say anything.” He snapped, scowling at the other boy now. “He just ignored everything when I drove him home. He said goodbye and that was all.”
“Well maybe he was embarrassed.” Louis tried again, and Zayn looked at him like he had just stated the most unintelligent thing in the entire world.
“Well obviously, the asshole offered to pay him to have sex with him in front of me.” He reminded him, causing Louis to roll his eyes now, and Zayn knew he was pissing him off a little bit with that sassy frown now resting on Louis’ lips giving him the hint, but he didn’t care at all.
“Yeah Zayn, that’s what a prostitute does.” He pointed out, and Zayn scoffed, looking away from him now.
“No shit, I’m just saying.” He mumbled, clearly frustrated.
He hadn’t wanted to talk about it, and this was exactly why. He knew he would get irritated, and speaking about it in public wasn’t making it any better. And now with Louis still looking at him with those upset eyes was angering him immensely because he couldn’t believe he was actually accusing Niall of being something that was unthinkable.
He wanted to rip his hair out though because what Louis was proposing was absolutely insane, but then again it wasn’t so preposterous because he had actually given some thought into the idea himself.
But it was that same possibility that was nagging at the back of his head all day long which was driving him crazy. What if it was true? What if what that man had said was the truth? It made him feel sick because why would Niall give himself up to something like that? It was unimaginable, and it pained Zayn to even consider it, but he was and that’s what was killing him. Louis’ hurt eyes were still attached to Zayn, but his eyes were casted downwards, anger and guilt running through his mind and his heart.
“Well, Z I know you don’t want to hear this but maybe it’s, you know-”
“It’s not true that’s absurd Lou.” He broke in, prohibiting him to finish his sentence. He didn’t want to hear it. Not if he didn’t have any proof. It wasn’t true until he heard it from Niall himself, and it was ridiculous, because it couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t be.
“Well, he was embarrassed, hasn’t answered you or contacted you in a week, and hasn’t denied it.” He noted counting his reasons on fingers for emphasis, but Zayn wasn’t listening anymore because this wasn’t how this conversation was supposed to go.
“Niall would never.” He whispered then, more trying to convince himself than Louis at this point. He breathed in deeply, and felt his depressed mood coming right back and hitting him full force, but he felt a reassuring hand being rested upon his shoulder, and he sighed out as he felt Louis trying to console him.
“I know, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help.” He smiled gently at him, and Zayn knew he meant well, and there was no way he could be mad at him for just trying to reason things out.
But now he didn’t want to talk at all anymore about it, especially when he saw Harry coming out of the dressing room with a full pile of clothes in his hands and a giant grin on his face, clearly satisfied with how well he did with his shopping.
He wanted to roll his eyes though when he saw Louis with all of his attention dropping from him instantly and was now ogling Harry from afar as the boy flashed his smile to the cashier behind the counter as he placed the mounds of clothes in front of her. It was cute, yet also sickening, knowing that two of his best friends were falling in love right before his eyes.
It made him smile slightly though, because he was at least happy someone he cared for was figuring their hearts out, unlike he was, shadowed in the dark as his battered excuse of a heart was propelling itself off a cliff falling into the depths of the unknown waiting for a certain someone to come searching for it.
“You ready to go quite yet?” Louis asked then, as Harry was now approaching him and Zayn after that twenty minute transaction, with another three giant stuffed bags in his hands, and Zayn couldn’t hold back the chuckle from inside him when he saw how the circulation in Harry’s fingers were being cut off.
“Jesus, Harry why did you buy so much shit?” Zayn laughed then taking three of the ten bags he held now, feeling each one getting heavier by the bag.
“It’s not shit Z, it’s fashion, and I needed them, and they’re nice and they look good on me, so there.” He explained with a hint of seriousness in his voice but Zayn just shook his head slightly and smiled at the fool.
“Everything looks fine on you Harry.” Louis told him and grinned at him then. Zayn rolled his eyes once again as that sickeningly adorable, adoring smile popped onto Harry’s lips, and Louis’ cheeks tinted pink under his gaze. It didn’t take much for these two to fall into each other’s hearts.
“Flirt some other time you two, let’s get home, I’m exhausted.” Zayn chimed in then, making the two dorks laugh before they were following Zayn’s lead out of the store doors.
He wasn’t exactly exhausted, but he was a little bit tired, and when he checked his phone for the millionth time that day he still saw zero messages from the person he so desperately wanted to hear from. So he wasn’t just tired from his long boring day, but also of the silence he was being treated to.
~ ~ ~
Zayn’s eyes instantly shot open as his phone was blaring through his ears, scaring the living hell out of him as he sat up quickly in his bed. He panicked at first, thinking he slept in and his boss was calling him to threaten his life because he was late for work, but when he looked over to see Louis’ name on his dimly lit phone screen, he whined out in pure agony.
He groaned and rubbed at his sleepy eyes, ignoring the call with a text, saying that he would be outside soon. He had completely forgotten that Louis was coming to get him early today so that they could walk to the little coffee shop close to their work before they started their full, long, boring day.
He couldn’t even remember why he agreed to waking up at six thirty in the morning, and he was beginning to hate the decision more and more as he dragged himself from the comfort of his warm bed and fluffy pillow, sauntering his way towards the bathroom to throw himself together.
He knew he was going to look like an absolute mess, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at all. No one on this earth should have been awake at such an ungodly hour, and how Louis was now knocking on his door with such enthusiasm was tiring him out even more.
“Zayn! C’mon.” He yelled so loudly like he was trying to break down the door with his voice. “You said you would be ready!”
“Quit your whining, I’m coming.” Zayn mumbled pointlessly because he knew the boy couldn’t hear him when he was banging so harshly against the wood and Zayn was getting frustrated because it sounded like he was going to break the door down, and he would have to end him if that were the case.
He had gotten himself dressed and ready to go so quickly it was a new personal record for him that morning, and when he finally opened the door he saw how Louis had a slight pout on his face with his arms crossed over his chest. Zayn tried to sweeten him up though with a fake smile which he immediately plastered onto his face.
“Good morning, Louis.” He greeted carefully, but the other just shook his head slowly with disappointment etched into his features.
“You look like shit, and you’re late.” He sassed, looking the boy up and down seeing his collar flipped up while his tie hung loosely around his neck with the top buttons of his shirt undone.
Zayn couldn’t help the chuckle rumbling from inside of him as hurriedly tried to fix himself the best he could. He ruffled his hair and was running down the steps trying to catch up to Louis who’s frown had already disappeared and it gave Zayn a feeling of relief. He knew the boy wouldn’t be that mad at him, but he was definitely grateful, because having Louis angry at you was probably the worst thing in the entire world.
He would pout and scowl at you while giving you the silent treatment and it made you want to tear your eyes out and chop off your tongue because he was brutal when he was pissed off or annoyed with you and it would last for days until he felt like forgiving you. He made the mistake once and he tried to promise he would never make the same mistake again.
He caught up to him then while he was checking to make sure he had everything before he strayed too far from his house. All he had really needed was his folder, wallet and his phone, and when he unlocked his phone to still see no messages from a specific blonde boy he sighed deeply.
It had been another couple of days and still no response had come. He was giving up slowly with every hour that went by now, not bothering to check his phone as often, and he was trying not to even think about it. He was way more successful than he had been days earlier, but he would be lying if he had said it still wasn’t bothering him as much as it used to because it definitely was. It was killing him not knowing anything. He wanted to know what Niall felt or what he thought. He honestly just wanted to know if he was alright.
Also what had been troubling his thoughts since last night was the phone call his parents had made to him late in the evening, asking him if he wanted to come home and spend a holiday with them for a weekend in around two weeks. He wouldn’t have minded, not at all since he would be able to see his sisters which was exciting, and he hadn’t been home in such a long while that it would be nice to see the place for a bit.
But he knew it was not ordinary for his parents to invite him to come home, it was pretty much unheard of, but when he finally juiced the details out of them, he was mildly upset and irritated. His father had tried to convince him that he had found him the perfect woman, how she was everything that he could ever ask for and it shouldn’t have surprised him that much really, because this was the basic routine of it all.
Yet Zayn’s heart was really nagging at him to just tell him he would never be happy with a woman, ever in his entire life, but he bit his tongue and kept quiet like usual. He was a coward, and he knew it, but telling his father something like this, after all these years, he wasn’t sure he could do it just yet.
He sighed, and he knew he needed to stop letting his mind think because he knew Louis was going to pick up on it and ask him about it if he didn’t quit his moping right that instant. It was like a strange gift he possessed, being able to notice someone’s internal misery in seconds.
When they reached the famous little coffee shop, which only took around five minutes for their walk, Louis had a bright grin on his face which was radiating off of him causing Zayn to smile as well. He did love this place and he was kind of glad he got his ass up for their delicious coffee because it was definitely worth it.
Louis was then nodding his head at Zayn before he ran off getting in the line that was a tad bit long, but that was expected when you walked into the best coffee shop in London at this hour. People were rushing their way in and out as Zayn was looking for a table to sit at for the two of them.
Before he even sat down though, his eyes caught something familiar to the right of him. He was thinking about ignoring it, convincing himself that he imagined it, but he curiously glanced over to see a mess of blonde hair, and striking bright blue eyes and his heart crashed into his ribs as he saw Niall standing right across the room staring at him with wide nervous eyes.
He couldn’t believe his own eyes then, as he saw Niall biting his lip, while trying to place a smile upon his face. His heart was hammering inside of him, threatening to pop from his chest right out onto the floor because how in the hell did he manage to run into him again and why was here especially so early and why was Zayn so awkward and just standing and staring at him instead of smiling or waving or anything?
He was wearing dark gray sweatpants and a white baggy sweater which had scribbling on it which Zayn couldn’t quite make out. His hair was a right mess strewn across his forehead looking disheveled and untidy but Zayn noted it made him look adorable.
He was carefully holding a coffee cup in both of his hands, like he was trying to warm his fingers by conducting the heat. Zayn was wondering why on earth he was here so early noticing his eyes were slightly red and lidded a little bit, looking like he had just rolled out of bed, but Zayn would have been lying if he said he thought he didn’t look attractive as all hell at the moment.
Zayn gulped, and his mind was screaming at him as he found himself walking across the shop to a now blushing blonde boy who had been ignoring him for the past ten days. He had no idea why he was approaching him because Niall obviously hadn’t wanted to talk to him or see him, but his legs just moved. He didn’t want any contact with him and he had been making it clear with his silence, but he was going over to him anyway, and there was no way he could stop himself.
When he finally reached him, he looked as pale as could be, but his cheeks were tinted a slight pink, and Zayn’s heart was choking him now as it rested in his throat, feeling the thudding of the beats shaking his body.
“Hey.” He breathed out weakly, giving him a slight smile. Niall returned one back, as their eyes were now locked, and the awkward tension was so high they were both practically swimming in it, and Zayn really hated the awful feeling.
His eyes darted around the cafe then for a slight second not liking their direct contact, and Zayn noticed how rough he really looked up front. He looked exhausted, and his skin was blotchy, and not to mention how nervous his body language was.
“H-Hey.” He stammered, his fingers tapping against his cup, his head tilting towards the ground.
“So, uh, how are you?” Zayn questioned, picking at his fingers then, unsure of exactly what to say to him, but not wanting the silence to stretch on any further. It was rather awkward though, running into him when he knew he was ignoring him. At least he hadn’t knocked him on his ass this time around.
“I’m good, yeah.” He responded, his smile not fading from his face, and Zayn couldn’t help but smile back. He looked over his shoulder then seeing Louis rifling through his wallet not even noticing how Zayn had picked up a new friend.
“Good.” He said, as they were standing still and just watching each other now. Zayn knew he shouldn’t have approached him, but it was too late now, so he tried to spark a conversation.
“You’re here quite early.” He pointed out, and Niall winced and that didn’t go unnoticed by Zayn.
“Yeah, I was at uh, a friend’s house, and I have work soon so I was just stopping by here to get some caffeine.” He told him, and Zayn only nodded as Niall’s cheeks turned even redder and he scratched at nose and Zayn bit at his lips.
He was thinking about saying goodbye then as the silence went on planning on running away as fast as he could, grabbing Louis and never returning to this place, but that was ridiculous first off but he couldn’t find his voice again, unsure of what to say.
“I- I was going to call you.” Niall blurted out then, grasping Zayn’s attention, making him blink his eyes wide. “It’s just I- the other night, it didn’t go real well. I mean it did, I- had a great time with you, but you- well yeah you know.”
Niall was tripping over his words and Zayn could see the uncertainty in his eyes, but he couldn’t help but let out a giant grin then because he had just admitted to having a good time on their date. He had actually had a nice time with Zayn and his heart was pumping faster now because that’s all he had wanted to hear for the last few days.
Niall still looked like he was shaking though, his fingers still wiggling nervously against his paper coffee cup, and Zayn couldn’t figure out why he looked so terrified and anxious, but he wasn’t going to question him about it.
“I had a great time too, Niall.” He assured him gently, stepping closer to him then as pushy people were trying to get around the two of them since they were standing in front of one of the exits. He noticed how his breath hitched as he got closer, but he pretended not to see.
“I’m sorry, I was going to call you back, but I got nervous and then busy and,” He tried to explain, now rubbing at the back of his neck trying to find the correct words to say. “I’m really sorry, Zayn.”
Zayn thought the boy in front of him was the most adorable thing in the world as he continued to twiddle his fingers and bite at his lip apologizing like crazy. He looked and sounded like he was being sincere and Zayn really couldn’t be mad at him especially when he looked at him with those precious crystal eyes.
He was really annoyed before, knowing the boy was ignoring him on purpose, but he couldn’t stay irritated with that cute frown and those guilty eyes just staring at him with hopes of an accepted apology. Besides, he was right, their last time together wasn’t exactly perfect. He wouldn’t have known what he would have done either if he was in Niall’s position.
He wanted to tell him that everything was alright and that he didn’t need to feel weird or embarrassed around him because of that douche of a guy from the other night, but he didn’t want to bring it up.
He was afraid it was a sore subject at the moment and it would freak him out and cause him to run away again, and it was probably the only thing running through his head since he laid eyes on Zayn so he didn’t want to make it worse. Zayn just shook his head though, because Niall didn’t need to say anything, he just wanted to stay in touch with him. He didn’t want to be shut out from him anymore because it really killed him.
“It’s alright, you don’t need to apologize.” Zayn assured him then, and the widest grin he had seen on Niall’s face so far appeared upon his lips and the look of relief was radiating off of him now.
“Funny how we keep running into each other though.” He mentioned, chuckling then with his eyes squinting a little. Zayn’s heart was jumping in his chest as Niall was then flipping up the tab on his drink and taking a sip. When he pulled back, his tongue swiped out and licked the whipped cream that rested on his bottom lip, and Zayn’s insides were becoming weak.
“Yeah, you can’t get rid of me it seems like.” He joked, once again glancing over his shoulder to see Louis ordering and winking at the pretty girl behind the counter as she prepared their drinks. When he looked back to Niall though he had that same blush from earlier dusting his cheeks, maybe even darker than before.
“Well, good ‘cause I don’t want to get rid of you.” He admitted flashing him an adorable smile and Zayn couldn’t believe his ears. Yesterday he wouldn’t have believed you if you told him that he was going to get Niall back in his life because he was sure as hell they were over, but here Niall was saying he didn’t want Zayn to disappear from his life quite yet, and he couldn’t believe his ears.
“Oh yeah?” He questioned, letting a chuckle loose from inside him, feeling his mood spike into happiness and the giant depressed weight was being lifted off of his shoulders as Niall was nodding at him with that adorable upturn of his lips.
He then looked down though as his phone went off, and the smile had faded from his lips. He had actually looked like he gulped and shuddered, but he ignored it, shoving his phone in his pocket instantly, and his head was shooting up so he could look a Zayn, his smile and bright eyes returning immediately.
“I’ll call you.” He said confidently, but he now looked like he was in a hurry, and Zayn breathed in deeply and nodded his head, while also hearing his name being called form behind him, guessing that Louis was ready for him to come get his double double coffee.
“Promise?” He asked, pointing at him and winking, and Niall let out a laugh that captured his heart and squeezed it to death and he felt like he couldn’t breathe once again.
“Swear on it.” He said while walking backwards and waving at Zayn, pushing his foot on the exit and leaving him behind. Zayn felt his heart deflate a little as he disappeared from his view, and he was really hoping that Niall was going to keep that promise he made, as he watched the blonde head walking away from him, making him frown a little bit.
He then was jogging back over to Louis, seeing that curious look upon his face as he shoved a little bit of a chocolate chip muffin into his face. Zayn laughed but took his seat while checking the time, seeing they had about a half an hour before they needed to be at work but that couldn’t even bring Zayn’s mood down right now and he was pretty sure the face shattering smile on his lips was freaking Louis out a little bit.
“Hey, who was that pretty boy you were talking too?” Louis asked then, and Zayn blushed a little, taking his coffee from the table and bringing it up to his lips to take a sip, warming up his insides that were already on fire.
“That was Niall.” He breathed out happily, and Louis’ eyes went wide instantly almost choking on his muffin.
“What?!” He yelled, but Zayn just shrugged his shoulders as Louis was shouting question after question at him now, which was pretty much expected. He wanted to know what happened and how he ran into him and how on earth had Zayn not told him how attractive he was and more and more and more.
He couldn't really focus on Louis though, and just laughed and nodded at the boy who was clearly more excited about this than he was. Nothing was bothering him anymore though, not work, not his parents, or all the school work he needed to get done before tomorrow.
All he could really think about though was that smile on Niall’s face and those promising words. He wanted to take him out again. He wanted to treat him to something special and this time have it go well.
His mind was already fantasizing about all the possibilities and he smiled thinking of Niall’s beautiful eyes and adorable smile, and that perfect body dressed head to toe looking as gorgeous as could be. He could take him somewhere extravagant or maybe just something simple again, but he was going to make it special indeed.
Because he had another chance this time, and hope was back on his side.
