Smoke and Mirrors || Zianourry Niall-centric

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"Boys," Louis started, catching the attention of his mates who used to be on their phones playing some game. They cocked their heads to the Doncaster man's voice.

"Yeah, babe?" Harry drawled.

He took a deep breath before replying, "I think we need to fix our relationship."

Those words caused the three men to sit up, giving a worried face.

"Lou, if it's about the other day, we don't care anymore. You have every right to tell us what to do," Liam reassured, clearly not liking this conversation.

"No," he replied back, frowning. "You didn't let me finish."

"Go on..." Liam anticipated, resisting the urge to not bite his fingers.

Another deep breath. "With Niall."

This causes them to relax, slumping back down with relief. Zayn even let out a chuckle and unlocked his phone. "Thank God it wasn't that serious."

"No!" Louis breathed.

"Baby, it really isn't that serious," the emerald-eyed man spoke. He walked over to wrap his arms around the vampire before he was halted.

Louis put his hands up and stepped back. "Guys, please listen. This is so important."

"It's been more than a few years, love," Zayn coaxed. "We would've tried back then, but now it's simply too late."

"Yeah," Liam agreed. "And I like having a maid."

"He is not our maid! He is our mate. A person we're supposed to love with all our heart and protect from- from shit like yesterday!" The vampire argued.

He was keeping quiet from fear, but he's sick of it. The pussy move was a move that couldn't last forever. There were going to be downsides, he'd planned it all out. Niall deserves to feel love for once.

"And," Louis continued. "You don't beat the living light out of your maid!"

"Babe, just calm down," Zayn tried. "This won't be a good idea. None of us even like him so it'll be a waste of efforts."

"I like him. I like him a lot. All of this shit is by fate! You can't fucking disagree on what is fate! We were meant to shove our dicks into him with love!" Louis shouts, clenching his fists.

"Sometimes, fate is wrong!" The tanned man shouts back. "Most bonds work out and some don't! Why can't you accept ours is one of them."

"Because it's not," he growls. He shuts his eyes.

The boy was prepared for this. Prepared for the argument of a life time. However, he knew his would be worth it.

"We," he pauses, suddenly choking on a sob. "We-" Another one.

Zayn quickly softens. "What's wrong?"

Louis stands still, looking to the ground. He was prepared, but he doesn't want to argue anymore. It was short, but it was too much. He felt arms wrap around him and immediately knew it was the Bradford man by scent. His head curves up into the other's chest, shoving his face into it.

"What's wrong," he repeats, rubbing the other's back.

The boy takes deep breaths, slowly exiting the chests. "We have to do something, just something, before something bad happens."

"What do you mean bad?" Harry asked, crossing his arms. They've all lost the will to argue.

"What Zayn said was right. Our relationship with him is a train wreck."