Twisted (Sequel to Without You)

SEQUEL to Without You! Zayn Malik was just getting back on his feet, he was just accepting the fate that had happened to him and the one he loved Niall Horan. He had moved on, yes it was with a bad person, but he didn't see it like that. He wasn't ready for the news that escaped his new lovers lips, he wasn't ready for the news that would change everything.


7. Kiss Me

-Harry's POV-

"You really helped this guy fake his own death?" Guy asks as he sips on his cup of tea. We ended up going back to his flat for tea. His flat was small and only hand two rooms not including the one tiny bathroom. His bed was the first thing you see when you walk in, then around the corner is a kitchen that consists of a portable stove top and the smallest microwave I've ever seen. Pretty much this boys flat was small. I nodded and twiddled my thumbs. I don't know why I told him about Niall's plan but I did. I just felt like I could talk to this man about anything.

"Wow, why'd you do it?" He pushes I sigh and shrug. I don't know why I did it, at the time it just seemed like the right thing to do. Now I regret everything. I know once Zayn finds out he is going to hate me forever. I just hope that day doesn't come to soon.

"To be honest. I don't know. Niall just came to me one day and said that Zayn deserved better. I shouldn't have believe him. Zayn was devastated when Niall 'died'. I should have known better. It's one of my biggest regrets in life." I admit. Guy nods. He seems to understand me, I haven't had a good chat with someone who is this understanding in a long time. Zayn used to be like that, but ever since Niall he just hasn't been the same. I blame myself, it's my fault Niall did it. It was such a stupid idea, and I knew it from the get-go.

"Harry, people make mistakes. This happens to be the one that you are going to regret. The only thing you can do is move on. I know it will be hard since you and Zayn seem to have a good relationship together, but you have to come clean. I think that's the only way you will ever get closure from this." He says smoothly. I sigh and bite my bottom lip. How does this boy know exactly what to say if I've only been friends with him for a matter of hours? I really need to keep him in my life. I think I could use him.

"You're right. But I'm scared of what will happen." I admit sadly. Guy reaches over and grabs my hand in his. He rubs soothing circles in my hand.

"I can go and be with you if you'd like." He says whilst rubbing circles, I give him a small smile and nod.

"Would you? That would really help." I say my smiling growing, he nods and grins at me. Why does he want to help me? I have hardly just met him and he wants to help me with all my stupid problems. This boy is to good to me.

"Now tell me more about your friend Zayn." He says. He still hasn't let go of my hand. His hand wasn't bigger than mine, no ones are. I have very large hands... Sorry. But his hand was warm and felt safe holding onto mine. He smiled and i got the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Woah... Why am I feeling butterflies? I just met Guy. I couldn't possibly be falling for him. I don't even know if he likes me back. Oh who am I kidding look at the way he's looking at me and holding my hand! He obviously likes me too. And now I'm going to crush his hopes and dreams by telling him I'm dating Zayn. Fuck. I clear my throat roughly and try to think of a good way of saying what I need to say.

"Umm, well Zayn and I are. We are." I bit my lip. I really don't want to watch Guys face crumple into sadness from the news that I'm with someone. I sigh and look down at the table.

"C'mon you can tell me anything." He soothes. That break my heart. Now I really do hate myself. I gulp and give him a slight nod.

"Zayn and I... We're good friends. So the news is probably going to end our re- friendship." I stutter slipping up on the word relationship. I know lying solves nothing, but I couldn't hurt him. I couldn't stand to see the happiness drain from his face.

"I'm here for you. When do you want to do this?" He asks. His hand is starting to feel sweaty in mine, but I'm pretty sure it's because of my hand.

"Soon." I say plainly. He nods and releases my hand. I feel like I'm missing a part of me now that he is no longer holding my hand tightly in his.

"How about you call him and we get ready to go. Yeah?" He asks. I gulp and I know my face looks pained and in fear. Guy chuckles but stands up slowly.

"Don't worry. Everything will be okay. I'm here for you. Now I'm going to change then we can go. Yeah?" He says walking into his bedroom to change. I nod and pull out my phone. I take a deep breath and slide my finger over the keys looking for Zayn's number. I find it and click 'call'. The phone rings about five times before Zayn answers.

"Hello?" He says. His voice sounds like it's thick with tears. What is he doing? I take a deep breath and get ready for the end.

"Hi Zayn. It's Harry. I'm on my way home are you there?" I ask. I hear shuffling on the other end and whispering. He's with someone, god I hope it's not Niall. I want to tell him my side before Niall tells him things. I don't know what Niall's intentions are anymore. At fist he wanted to get away and not come back, but now he is back. Everything is jut screwed up.

"I'm home." He says flatly. I bite my lip. He's mad at me, I can tell by the tone of his voice. I don't know how I am going to fix this, but I hope Guy is as understanding as he seems to be. I take a deep breath and get ready for what I am assuming is the end.

"I'll meet you there, I think we need to talk" I say Zayn makes a noise of understanding then hangs up. He didn't even say goodbye. That's how I know he is really mad at me. I sigh and slide my phone back into my pocket. I turn around to get ready to leave with Guy, but when I turn around Guy is standing in the doorway. He is shirtless and leaning in the doorway smirking at me. He is holding a white T-shirt in his right hand. His body looks like it was sculpted by angels. He has a six-pack. His shorts are hanging dangerously low on his hips, exposing most of his V-line. In my opinion is body is better than Taylor Lautners.

"That didn't sound like it went well, are you alright?" He asks as he pulls his shirt on, hiding his hot body. I nod and sigh.

"Yea, he's mad at me. I think he already has talked to Niall. I just hope nothing to bad goes down." I admit. He nods ad throws me my coat. Then he grabs his car keys.

"Okay lets go. You just need to tell me how to get there" He says smiling slightly at me. I nod and follow him out of the tiny flat. We go and sit in his car, he starts it up and we are driving away to his house.

-Zayn's POV-

Hate is not what I am feeling towards Harry, no. I don't hate him for what he did. I know I should, but I cant. Yes, he did lie to me. Yes, he helped the love of my life run away and leave me. He let me believe he was dead, but I just can't hate him. He was my best friend before any of this happened. Its hard to just drop someone when you have given them so much of your life. I sighed and turned to see Niall sitting on my couch. While we were being checked up we got to talking, it was kind of awkward at first, but then we talked about where he has been these last five years. He told me how he didn't have anywhere to go and had no money. He told me he had to do thing he regretted. He still doesn't have a house to live in. He's been living on the streets these last five years. My heart broke into a thousand pieces when he told me this. I immediately looked past the issue of him lying to me. I love him I can't stand the though of him living on the street. I asked him to come over so we can catch up some more. So now we are siting in the living room waiting for Harry to show up.

"Do you hate me?" Niall asks in a small voice. My eyes widen. Why does he think I hate him? I could never hate him.

"No. I can't hate you. What you did wasn't good, but I think i understand why you did it. You were wrong about how I felt about Harry. I was madly in love with you. I still am..." I say giving him a weak smile and trying to hide my blush. Niall bites his lip and nods.

"You should hate me you know." He says quietly. I shake my head and reach over to grab his hand.

"I know I should, but I don't. Isn't that all that matters?" I ask rubbing circles on his hand. He looks up at me, I can see a pale blush on both his cheeks. I chuckle and smile at him.

"Thank you Zayn." He says looking away. I scrunch up my brow. Why is he thanking me? He doesn't have anything to thank me for. I haven't been there for him through everything, I wanted to be but he decided for me that he didn't want me there with him.

"Thank you? For what?" I ask. He has no reason to thank me for. I haven't done anything worth thanking. Maybe he hit his head on something, or his Chemo medicine is going to his head, maybe I should call Paul and ask if his medicine is supposed to make him delusional. Yeah I think I'll do that.

"For forgiving me and being so understanding. You didn't have to forgive me, you could have just told me to fuck off, but you didn't." He says his eyes getting misty. He is sad, why is he sad?

"I have to forgive you. I love you Niall. Always have, I always will. Please don't cry baby." I plead. I use the pad of my thumb to wipe away his tears. He smiles ate gesture.

"Thanks Zayn. Can I ask you something?" He says getting shy again. He's so adorable when he's shy. I bite my bottom lip and nod, I'm scared of what my voice will sound like. Niall gulps and takes a deep breath.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks. I feel like my heart was going to explode from that question. I didn't even answer him. I just leaned in and smashed my lips to his. His lips felt perfect on mine. I have missed the feel of his lips on mine. They felt so familiar and good. I felt his hand go to my hair, his fingers slipped through my hair. I moaned into the kiss. He smirked and deepened the kiss. He nibbled at my bottom lip asking for entrance. I gave it to him right away. Our tongues danced together neither wanting to be the dominant one. My hands wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. I need him as close as possible, I don't know if I'm just imagining all of this. I could wake up and everything from a couple of hours ago could have been a dream. I hear something crash from behind me. I break the kiss and whip my head around to find Harry standing in the doorway, his keys on the floor. Shit, he walked in on me kissing Niall.

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