Nandos & Waffles

When Wafa meets Niall on a train in England she leaves a lasting impression on the boy. Something about her was just so different, leaving him wanting more. When Niall comes to Canada with his band he meets Wafa at a signing and he couldn't help but ask her out. In no time at all the two are in love but the mistakes Niall makes on the way are hard to forget. At the same time, Zayn and Liam have finally found love for each other but find it hard to share with the rest of the boys. Same with Harry and Louis as they go through the struggle to be in love yet still keep it a secret from not only their best friends, but the rest of the world too.

Yes, Ziam and Larry are gay in this fanfiction but I would like to let you know that it is all %100 fake and not real. The boys have suffered a lot of hate for being "gay" so please understand this is just for the storyline and is in not real in any way. Thank you! (: enjoy reading!


14. A Month Later

Harry’s POV  

I slipped out of my bed quietly and tiptoed towards the living room of my flat. The sun was shining brightly through the window and snow was covering the balcony. It was almost February now. I had been in Switzerland since the end of December. The rest of the boys were completely forgotten by be, I had just wanted to get away and live my life alone for awhile.  

I hadn’t really spent time on my own though. Every night I would go to a club and find some drunken girl to bring home and bang. I guess that was my way of letting the pain slip away, the pain of losing someone I loved.  

I knew it was ridiculous to do that though. Have no respect for women and just use them. But if I didn’t do something like that, then I would just think too much. Thinking was wrong. Thinking couldn’t happen because it would just make me hurt even more than I need to.    

“Harry?” I turned away from the window and towards the doorway of the living room where Jessica - the girl I banged last night - was standing. She was wearing one of my T-shirts which looked huge on her. Jessica’s light brown hair was swept over to her right shoulder and her bangs looked a little messy. 

“Hey.” I smiled trying to look as normal as possible.   Jessica made her way over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked into her green eyes and she smiled gently. Without thinking I moved my hand up to her face and moved some of the hair away from her eyes. Jessica moved closer and pressed her lips against mine. I didn’t kiss her back though, I couldn’t bring myself to kiss her back.  

“I know you’re gay Harry.” She whispered looking into my eyes.  

I looked at her for a long while not knowing what to say. How do you respond to something like that? I couldn’t deny the fact that I was gay because I was. There was no point hiding it because that video of Louis and I kissing was all over the internet. If you typed One Direction in Google, it’s the first thing that pops up.  

“You were crying last night.” Jessica whispered interrupting my thoughts. “You were crying for Louis.”  

I always cried myself to sleep; it was just something I couldn’t avoid. I always woke up feeling really upset and defeated but I had never realized I had been thinking of Louis when I slept. The dreams I had at night were always fuzzy and I could never make out what I had been thinking of.  

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him...” I whispered.

“Then why bring a drunk girl home?” I just shrugged my shoulders. “Harry.” Jessica pressed on, “We had sex last night.”  

“It takes away the pain alright?” I said throwing my hands up in the air. “I can’t feel the way I feel, I need something to distract me. And getting drunk and having sex with girls I don’t know distracts me okay?”

Jessica took my arm and led me to the couch. I sat with her for a long while and basically cried and vented about my feeling for Louis. I told myself I would never forgive him for what he did to me, but maybe what he did was right. Perhaps he was doing this for the both of us, so we wouldn’t have to hide anymore. I loved Louis so much, I never wanted to hide when I was with him, I wanted the whole world to know how much I cared about him. I wanted Louis back. I couldn’t take not being with him anymore, it was killing me inside. 

I had decided I would take a flight back to London before my birthday. I would go up to Louis and kiss him as hard as I could and just be with him again.     

Louis POV  

I sat in bed staring up at the ceiling. The useless tears kept rolling down my cheeks as I thought about what a mess my life had become. I had lost not only Harry but the rest of the boys. I had shut them all out; everyone I loved was gone now.

I bought my own apartment and stayed in my room all day, every day.  People called people texted, people even came by and checked up on me but I didn’t care. I felt dead.  

Harry’s birthday was in three days. We had planned something special for his birthday. Hawaii would be our destination, and we would spend a week together on the island in our own little hut. Together, harry and I.  

How could I survive that day? How could I go on knowing that the one person I loved was turning nineteen years of age, and I wasn’t even there to celebrate it? Let alone be any part of it what’s so ever. Simon has told me I was to stay away from Harry, he hadn’t told me where Harry was and there was no news on harry either.  

Nineteen... Nineteen was such a big number. Not that innocent eighteen year old he was. Not that new comer to adulthood. He was turning nineteen. Nineteen.  

I couldn’t process the fact that I wasn’t going to have any part in his nineteenth birthday. We had made so many promises to each other, but that mistake I made meant the promises meant nothing. Was anything like this even possible?

My phone vibrated next to me but I ignored it. It continually vibrated, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t here anymore, my existence meant nothing.    

Zayn’s POV  

I was sitting on the edge of the tub in the bathroom. People kept calling me a fag because they saw me kiss Liam on the cheek. They’re assumptions of us being gay grew into wildfire once the truth of Harry and Louis came out.  

It sucked not having any control over the situation. I being gay wasn’t possible. I had denied my feelings for Liam for so long and still sometimes I doubt them. Obviously Liam is completely different, he thinks it’s okay to be gay and it will take time for us to adjust to it if we come out.

I yelled at him for saying that, I screamed at him too. “How could you ever think it would be okay for us to come out?! Are you crazy?!” I had shouted.   

Liam left the room in tears after that and I made a beeline for the bathroom. So here I am sitting on the edge of the tub debating on whether or not I should take this razor blade in my hand and let the blood ooze out of the skin that has been unmarked for quite a while now.  

My heads pounding and my hearts thumping. I don’t know why I’m doing it, but I am. Slowly, I press the pointed part of the razor into my skin and slide it across my wrist. I let a little cry out in pain but bite on lip to stop any more sound from escaping. A tear leaves my eye but I quickly wipe it off and take a deep breath.  

I toss the bloody razor into the white sink which sends splatters of blood around it. I turn on the cold water and put my wrist under it letting it wash off any of the blood that’s oozing out of my wrist.  

Sometimes sitting in this bathroom alone, with the razor in my hand and a freshly cut wound. I feel like I should just finish myself off. I’ve been having more suicidal thoughts lately but I haven’t told Liam about them. He’ll just get freaked out for no reason and start worrying more than he already does. This will pass eventually right? I hope it does.  

Liam’s POV  

The cold air was nice against my skin. It helped stop the tears that were flowing from my eyes. I felt like such an idiot for saying that we should come out to Zayn and that we could adjust to it. Obviously Zayn had problems with being gay.

He loved me, I knew that and never doubted it, but he just couldn’t come out. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t ready to come out either. But why was the topic of coming out so wrong though? Why couldn’t he just discuss it with me?  

I decided I had stayed out long enough and just needed to resolve our issues. The door was unlocked like I left it. The room was quiet, the bathroom door was closed though and panic struck me. This was never, ever a good sign.    

I ran for the door and quickly turned the knob but it was locked. “Zayn!” I shouted and pounded my fist at the door. In a second the door was open revealing Zayn with a towel held to his wrist and the tap running with a razor in the sink. “You idiot!” I looked at him and grabbed his wrist.   I pulled the towel off which revealed the large cut he had done.

“Liam relax it’s nothing.” Zayn said in monotone.

How could he act like this was not a big deal?   “Nothing? Zayn how is this nothing?”  

Zayn pulled his wrist away and pressed the towel back onto it. “I didn’t kill myself okay?” Zayn walked out of the bathroom and plopped onto the bed.  

“What do you mean you didn’t kill yourself?” I looked at him shocked. “Did you want to die Zayn?”  


Wafa’s POV  

Niall sat across from me and picked up some money from his pile. “Fine, here’s the money I owe you.” He huffed as he threw it at me.  

“This is only three hundred; the rent is one thousand and sixty seven Niall.” I said holding out my hand for more money.  

“But I’ll be bankrupt!” Niall looked at me pouting. This wasn’t going to work on me, not again.  

“Well then I win!” I smiled reaching over and taking all the money from him. Niall looked at me in disbelief.  

“How do you always win?” He asked moving beside me.  

“it’s skill Niall, it’s skill.” I grabbed his face and kissed him gently.  

“Well you should teach me some skill too!” He laughed and swung his arm around me pulling me closer.

Niall and I had gotten even closer in the past month. The sad thing is it’s because the rest of the boys have drifted apart.  

Harry’s who knows where, Louis has shut everyone out. Zayn and Liam are also on their own and John has just kind disappeared.  

Niall is always picking me up from my dreadful house and taking me to his. His mother is the sweetest person alive. She is always embarrassing Niall with naked baby pictures and funny stories. It’s the cutest thing to see him turn bright red.  

I’m in such a happy place right now, and I owe it all to Niall.

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