I am a directioner. A simple normal plain directioner. Or was. I was one of the millions of their fans who lived in a very small city which meant no meeting them for me. Or so I thought. I never expected this. Never. For my dreams to come true. To hurt someone I love while they did. Now I scream when am alone because I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this heart I've managed to break. This is my story. The story of how I came much more than a directioner.


10. Hopeful love.

I hate myself.


*Niall's POV*

I feel horrible. I just betrayed my best friend. I took his girlfriend. The only thing that is stronger than my gulit is my love for Izzy. She was crying all last night. Even in her sleep. I was crying with her holding her in my arms and trying to reassure her as much as myself. Her eyes flutter open and I kiss her lips gently. She kisses back until she starts to sob. "It's alright" I say to her in a gentle tone. "I can talk to him." Panic raises in her eyes. "No Niall! Don't! He'll be to angry at you!" she begins to cry again and says quietly "I don't want you to get hurt." This snaps my heart in two. I take her face in my hands and say "I would never do that to you." I kiss her deeply and get lost in her. She kisses me back and she wraps her hands around my waist pulling me closer. I kiss her and the way she makes me feel is so powerful I wish I could stay like this forever. And I never want to stop.


*Zayn's POV*

Life without Izzy is a dull one. I wake up in my empty bed and my heart reaches for her touch. Her smile. Her laugh. It finds it. With Niall. I curl up into a ball refusing to acknowledge anything or anyone. No more tear come out. I am all cried out. I am nothing.


*Izzy's POV*

The only time I feel the thinnest ray of happiness is when I am with Niall. It feels like it will be ok. Them I'm reminded of Zayn sitting in a room alone that used to be ours crying over me. That's when the ray diappears and not even Niall's touch can make it better. I decide to venture to the bathroom part of me hoping I don't bump into Zayn. Part of me hoping. I need to tell him how much I still care about him and that he must move on. When I come back to the guest room to Niall, him and all my belongings are gone. A giant grin makes its way on my face. Knowing where everything is I walk into Niall's room. He's sitting there smiling at me. "You're quite clever" I jump on him and we both go onto the floor. I pin his shoulders down with my hands and straddle his waist. "Excuse me mister but stealing is a crime." he then says "You can call me a thief." I bend down and kiss him a kiss in which we are both smiling. He sits up so am sitting on his lap. Grabbing my legs he stands up. We stay like this with my legs wrapped around his waist supported by his hands. We hear a noise that makes us pull back. There stands Zayn through the door I forgot to close. I hop off Niall. I walk over to Zayn and say "I need to talk to you. Can we take a walk?"


We walk down the same twisting neighborhood we did just three days ago. So much has changed since then. So much has happened. I stop and face him. "Zayn. I know your hurt. I'm just as miserable as you. And I want you to know I still care about you as much as I did a week ago. And you need to move on-" "What if I don't want to?" he takes my hand. "Zayn what are you-" He looks at me with eyes that show his desperation. "Please let me do this." he pushes his face into mine and out lips touch. As soon as they do I push him off of me. "Zayn! Stop!" I look at him half scared and half angry. "I'm with Niall now. I'm with Niall." Zayn looks so shocked. "I'm so sorry Izzy. I don't......I mean I didn't-" "it's okay." I interrupt. "I understand." then I plant a kiss on his cheek and walk away.

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