Maybe Zayn should just say it's a fake number. Because what if Niall tells someone? Niall really can't tell anyone...Definitely not...As much as Zayn was scaring himself with all of the things Niall could do, it only made sense that he jumped about 20 feet in the air when his phone rang. A few seconds after his near heart attack, he answered his phone, "H-Hello?" The person on the other end shuffled around a bit before answering. "Hey Zayn. It's Niall," a strong Irish accent spoke softly from the other end of the phone. Zayn's heart immediately jumped into his throat and he struggled to swallow it.

   "Oh, hey. Wondering when you'd call," Zayn bit his lip and sat down, thoughts of how Niall could ruin him running through his head. Niall laughed a little and Zayn could hear the boy's smile as he spoke, "Well I'm busy you twat." Zayn chuckled and shook his head, mind calming down after he heard the beautiful laugh of his Irish lover. Lover...that word...even that word signified a bit of commitment. And it scared Zayn more than losing his reputation..."Well I kinda figured so. And to be honest, you called earlier than most of the other ones..." Zayn bit his lip as there was silence on the other end of the phone.

   "Others...right..." Niall awkwardly cleared his throat, "Anyways...what're you doing?" Zayn looked around and gave up, seeing nothing interesting, "I'm just sitting by myself." God did that make him sound like a total loner..."Ah, sounds like you're having quite the fun there mate," Niall chuckled softly. "Yes, quite..." Zayn then had a crazy idea, "Eh...wanna come over and have some real fun?"

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   Gah! What was wrong with him?! That's two nights in a row! He never goes more than a one night stand. There was just something about Niall...that kept him coming back for more...It was after the fifth time that Zayn had finally figured it out. It was the blond boy's beauty. He was just gorgeous, inside and out (Zayn should know especially how beautiful Niall is on the inside...) and come on, who doesn't like a pretty face?

   Zayn looked down at the boy next to him and bit his lip, sunlight pouring in through the window. He shook the boy gently, sighing softly, "Wake up Niall...we need to ttalk about something..."

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  Niall's eyes were filled with hurt and something Zayn couldn't put his finger on..."Wh-What did I do wrong?" Niall asked softly as Zayn started getting dressed. Zayn sighed and rubbed his temples, looking back, "Niall, you did nothing wrong, I'm just fucked up is all..." Niall had tears streaming down his face, and he was obviously trying hard not to break down in front of Zayn. The raven haired boy opened the door and before he stepped out, a small voice called out to him.

   "Zayn Malik, I will make you love me, I promise you. I will follow you where ever you go, do you hear me? I will make you love me." And Zayn shut the door. Oh boy...he was in trouble...

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[A/N/]: Thoughts? :D Sorry I didn't update as quick as the last time loves. But did you like it? Tell me in the comments below. Love you guys :D