The Boy in the Typewriter (Ziall) (Ruby Sparks AU)

I Need You

 This chapter is dedicated to zialltops!! To the triumph of imagination my dear, hope you enjoy the chapter :)

The sound of sizzling food and horrid tunes awakened Zayn from his literary hibernation. He peered up from his book to find a bouncing Niall cooking some pork chops for dinner, the blond boy singing an obscure jingle which resounded throughout the empty space. Zayn found Niall singing truly heavenly, but right now Niall wasn’t harmonizing or singing in a specified key, more of morosely spewing out random notes creating an acute almost obnoxious ring in Zayn’s ear. It hit a nerve in the quaffed boys head as he was reading a novel, the title he has forgone remembering, which his editor wanted him to read for “inspiration”. It was the mixture of the infuriating novel and Niall’s screeches of unmelodic harmonies that had Zayn snapping at the joyous blond.

“Niall, can you please keep quiet I’m trying to read” came forth Zayn’s mouth the snappiness and smarminess of the sentence so blatantly present that it silenced the singing boy. Niall looked at Zayn with an offended grimace as he solemnly returned to his cooking the sizzling sounding so much more subdued once the blond stopped his tunes.

The two didn’t talk the entire day Niall avoiding Zayn every chance he got. It was gradually dawning on Niall the silence that was his existence, he only talked to Zayn, his day constituted of ZaynZaynZayn, don’t get him wrong he does love Zayn oh so much but the past few days have been quite hectic for Niall, from the events in the Tomlinson household to Zayn snapping this morning, Niall’s emotions were just building to a point that he could not take it anymore. He sat himself slowly in a chair and curled into himself letting the tears flow freely, he felt so foreign to the world, so far from human contact, so he sat there weeping his frustrations away.

Zayn just finished his book and was on his way to apologize to Niall for that morning when he saw the mass curled up on the couch his head tucked into his knees as slight shivers moved through his body. Zayn moved to Niall and enshrouded him in a strong embrace.

“Hey, hey what’s the problem?” Zayn asked deep concern in his voice. Niall made no attempt to move from his position as Zayn enshrouded him with his arms.

“You know they were trying so hard, Zayn, Tricia and Paul were trying so hard for you, they just wanted you to be happy but you were too busy reading your goddamn book” Niall said nonchalantly

“I’m sorry, what can we do?” Zayn asked concern filling his voice

“Zayn, you don’t have any friends” Niall said dragging the last word, tears fell down his inflamed cheeks as he looked unto Zayn’s figure. His boyfriend looked at him longingly trying to hold on to Niall, trying to appease the depression invading his body.

“I don’t need friends, I have you” Zayn said while cradling Niall’s cheeks in his hands, the blond stares at Zayn with pleading eyes

“Zayn, that’s a lot of pressure” Niall said his eyes pleading pausing a bit letting a small silence fill the room

“-I feel so alone” Niall almost whispered as he succumbed to a new set of tears he covered his face with his hands trying to hold back the loneliness he felt, Zayn held him closer

“What do we do, how do we make it better?” Zayn asked

“I think, maybe I could take up an art class” Niall said quite reluctantly

“That’s brilliant Niall, so you could get out of the house” Zayn said encouragingly

“And I think I should stay in my apartment sometimes” Niall finished, at these words Zayn visibly froze as he let the words permeate his mind, he could not separate himself from Niall, he loved him too much the mere thought brought shivers down his spine, but he could not bear to see Niall this depressed so with all the strength he could muster he said.