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LOUIS POV
"You got a date with Dani?" I squealed and then toned down when my eyes landed on Harry emerging out of the room.
"I still don't understand, how I managed to do that." Liam replies puzzled and covers his ears in pain
"Will you stop yelling?As it is, my head is throbbing.." I would have smirked that Liam still didn't figure out I spiked the drinks..but, alas Harry was there looking disheveled and guilty. So I was forced to remain focused.
"Morning, love" I provoked Harry "Had a great night, I believe" Harry shivered instinctively, sending a slight smile in response. I knew everything, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to hear the truth from Harry's mouth.
"Haz, you stayed here?" Liam questions rubbing his head " God I can't remember anything from yesterday"
"Yup. You don't mind do you?" Harry answers softly. I'm impressed at his nonchalance. Like he genuinely didn't do anything wrong.
" 'Course not" Liam scolds "Its nice to have charming company rather than the usual nagging one."
"Hello!" I protest flopping beside them with mugs of steaming tea "Be a little grateful that I tolerate you...You didn't even have a roomate before me" Liam just shrugs and lets it pass. My eyes flicker to meet Harry's. How long was he planning on remaining silent.
"Lou, can we talk in private?" Harry gestures towards my room, reading my mind. Liam quirks an eyebrow at us.
"Sure.." I oblige following Harry "I'll be back, Li" Long story short : Me and Harry broke up. On genuine agreement basis.
Because of one question I asked.
Q1)"Were you drunk when you did it, Harry?" Pause. "No I wasn't" Harry supplies truthfully "I knew what I was doing"
That was the answer to everything really. I didn't even have to ask if he likes Niall.
When we came back pretending everything was alright. It wasn't AT ALL alright. Even though I laughed when Harry said Niall snuck off the bathroom window because he was scared to face me, all I wanted to do was rip him to shreds with my bare hands. How was I to accept the fact that no one at this moment cared that I felt bad? No one loved me..
"I Love You.....I just hope someday you'll believe me". Zayn's statement stuck a chord in my heart.
For once without being drunk, With every cell in me : I believed.
Because
Zayn saw me when I was invisible. Heard me when the world closed its ears. Loved me when I was lonely. Cared for me like a child when I lost my mother. More over gave me up because I wanted Harry.
Everything made sense now. So I did the first thing that came to my mind.
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Bags surrounded me when the door clicked open. Zayn stood in his usual morning glory, his perfect features set in shock. "Lou.." he barely finished before I slammed my body into his. Merging my emotions into his soul.
Zayn firmly clasped his hands around, enclosing me. I stubbornly didn't let go, so Zayn laughed and carried me inside. He lay me carefully on the couch before carrying my bags inside as well.
I could feel the happiness radiating from his body...extremely elated that I came back. A odd sensation of familiarity creeped into my body as I took in my surroundings. To be honest I was happy to be back too. Who am I kidding..I was fucking losing my mind that I was back. Back HOME.
Zayn eventually seated himself on an easy chair, playing with his fingers nervously. No questions asked, no move made...just solemn tranquility.
"Sorry, it isn't clean. If I knew you were coming...I would've taken the effort to hide the mess if not clean it.." Zayn breaks the silence.
Immediately I lift myself off the couch and straddled his lap. I loved this guy so much it hurt. I wasn't obligated to anyone anymore I was a free. Locking my arms around his neck, I leaned in close enough to count his eye-lashes.
"Harry and me broke up today" I inform him, running my hands though his hair. Loving the way he closed his eyes in pleasure. "Perrie and me broke up six months ago" Zayn counters my statement with the same tone.
"No fucking way. You mean, when I left..." I ask dropping my hands in shock.
"Not, when you left. Because you left..." Zayn corrects me and runs his thumb along my hipbone.
I awkwardly shift on his lap "I'm sorry..I didn't mean to break y'all up" Zayn sniggers and cups my face, running his thumb across my cheeks.
"Don't apologize. Its the best decision I made." Zayn grins when my body responds to his caress "Perrie never mattered. Its always been you. I just had to wait.."
"WHat if I never came back? What would you do then?" I ask amused.
"True love never fails, Lou." Zayn states firmly "Remember when I was two years old, I fell down during hide-and-seek because you pushed me?"
I shake my head "You always fall, Zayn. Like your legs were made of jelly...literally!" "Shut up. There's a point to this story" Zayn retorts offensively. I swallow my words and let him proceed.
"That day, you cried as if you got hurt when in reality I was the one who fell. I ended up consoling you instead....You even kissed me because you felt guilty for hurting me. Our first kiss.. " Zayn recollects fondly.
"Oh..that I remember" I interupt him, placing a small kiss on Zayn's lips as a reminder. Zayn smiles and continues "I knew that day, even if you ever did break my heart...by calling my love for you as 'stupid, drunk proposition' or dating Harry Styles.."
I open my mouth to protest but Zayn stops me "Even if you did...I always knew you will come back to pick up my broken pieces and kiss me and make me feel whole again. I never doubted it."
The statement Zayn made was surpisingly accurate. Here I was...like he predicted.
"True love huh?" I tease him by slipping my hands under his shirt.
"Yeah" Zayn struggles to speak more "Kiss me already.." I take a moment to laugh before latching into his pretty lips.
Zayn moans, moving hands up and down my side and finally resting on my bum. I tug his hair and taste every crease of his mouth. Tongues and all. After feeling my entire mouth go numb and breathless, we pull back. Breathing hard he grips my thigh needily. I feel his hardness beneath me.
"I want you so bad, Lou" he says between kissing my neck and chest.
"Take all you want baby. Don't ever let me stop you again" I shiver under his warm breath. Zayn instantly lifts me off the chair and I curl my leg around his waist.
He drops me on the bed and climbs over me. Grinding into my erection.
"I love you" I whimper before claiming his lips. I'm putting my heart on my sleeve for Zayn.
Zayn stops kissing me and looks directly into my eyes saying "I've always loved you. Nothing will change that"
That's all I needed to know. He was worth my heart.
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SEQUEL
"WOuld you guys please stop kissing" Harry complains "I wanna puke."
"I already did." Liam agrees "Three times and still counting..."
I grin at both of them and pull Zayn onto my lap possessively. "Don't be so jealous guys. I understand both your partners aren't as cool as Zayn. But still.." I remark.
"Oh please! Niall is amazing" Harry retorts "He just gives me space to breathe...not obessively suck on my lips"
Liam goes pink because he hates talking about his relationship with Danielle. Shy bugger, that one!
"Did I hear my name?" Niall approaches our table and places four drinks.
We all cheer and clink our glasses together before gulping it down our throats.
"To Saturday Nights!" Zayn proclaims
"Hell, yeah. May there be many more..." Niall agrees and sits beside Harry. Harry quickly alternates between drooling over Niall and kissing him.
So much for the breathing theory (I roll my eyes). My dear, Hazza!
"Who's singing today?" Liam asks making disgusted faces at Narry.
Zayn quickly stands up and walks to the stage. Everyone's face snaps towards him.
"Zayn" Harry says
"is" Niall says
"actually" Liam says
"singing" I finish.
We exchange confused glances. Zayn hates singing in public even though he has a wonderful voice. He has stage-fright.
"L-Louis" his voice trembles on the microphone "I w-wanted to do what Harry did cause, I l-love you more than he ever can..N-not that it matters. I was jealous and....I just wanted l-leave my mark and erase the past. So t-this is for you..."
Harry squirms a little in discomfort but Niall taps his hand understandingly. Harry instantly relaxes.
I totally get Zayn's insecurity. Its sorta endearing and sweet. And thoughtful. I love him so much, it physically pains.
Your hand fits in mine Like its made just for me But bear this in mind It was all meant to be -
- (ect...ect...you know the song)
I see the startling difference when he sings. He sings so confidently with that striking magical voice. Everyone's got goosebumps, listening to him.
Zayn might be shy, but I'm glad : he was brave for me.
Because I was crying....in adoration and heart-wrenching love.
It gets worse when he sings :
Its Lou...oh its Lou...its Lou, they add up to. And I'm in love with Lou and all his little things"
I couldn't resist myself from running to the stage and kissing him. The lads wolf-whistled and clapped from our table.
Liams words echoed in my head : You forgot all the things Zayn has GIVEN UP for you...because some guy sang 'Little Things' to impress you...
I see the truth now : Not comparing, but all Harry did was sing. Zayn gave up stage-fright and his fear just to sing for me. See, Zayn gives up for me. All I need to to is give in....and love him.
Which to me is practially a piece-of-cake. Since he does stupid insecure things as these to make me fall madly in love every single day. Starting with pan-cakes. Yum.
"Go LAYN!!! " Liam cheers winking at me and earning confused looks from Harry and Niall.
"No Liam" I yell in frustration "I told you yesterday....Its ZOUIS!"
Niall just shakes his head in exasperation with Harry saying "Yeah...they're definitely five years old"
While the usual arguments unfurls around the four of them. Zayn spectates silently, forgotten.
Until Louis' hands finds his under the table. Louis rubs his thumb gently against Zayn's palm. Reminding him that he isn't forgotten.
Love is true when it comes from the heart not from the mouth.
Zayn smiles because he found that TRUE LOVE <3.