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What Makes You Beautiful - Ziall Oneshot

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     Niall sighed and slowly shut his laptop, tears brimming in his eyes. He wanted to cry, and at the same time, he couldn't let himself. He'd been on Twitter again, looking at his mentions. He didn't get much hate anymore, at least not trending ones, but still, if he took a glance at his mentions, the hate still got to him. He tried to have thick skin, he really did, and he wasn't as sensitive or self-loathing as the fans seemed to think he was, but it still hurt. Every once in a while he'd see too much, read too much. Just enough to put him in tears, and this was just one of those days.

    "NiallOfficial is ugly, I don't get what the hype is about. He's the worst singer of the five, his accent is horrible, and he's annoying. I just don't get it." He read for probably the eighth time after opening his laptop back up. It hurt, the words cut like a blade every time he looked, but he couldn't look away; his eyes kept scanning the page. "What in the world did I ever do to you?" He wondered, staring at the icon of the sender. Why people publicly posted those things, he'd never understand.

     After reading it yet again, Niall finally shut his laptop and pushed it away, pulling his knees up to his chest as tears began to spill over his cheeks. He laid his head down on his knees and turned his gaze towards the window. Not even the gorgeous Australian view outside his hotel window would calm him.

    Someone had finally struck the right chord by comparing him to the others. It's not as if Niall had some kind of doubtful feelings. He knew he was a good singer, or else he wouldn't be sitting in a hotel room in Australia on tour, but he couldn't help but notice the way management didn't give him as many solos, or the way certain fans completely disregarded his existence. He knew he'd had a large fanbase that absolutely loved him to pieces, but sometimes that just didn't help.

     Just as luck would have it, when his tears were flowing heaviest, Niall heard a faint knock on his hotel door.

    "Niall?" He heard the twang of a Bradford accent and recognised Zayn immediately.

    "G-go away please." Niall tried to keep his voice from cracking, but it still did. He almost couldn't talk past the lump in his throat.

    "The lads and I were going to grab something from Nando's, I came to see if you wanted to come as well."

    Niall sighed, his voice ragged. He loved food, maybe not as much as the boys claimed, but he did. At the mention of food, his stomach knotted itself up painfully; food was not an option right now. "N-nah, I'm g-good, go on without m-me." Niall heard a snort from behind the door, and even in the state he was in, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

    "You're refusing food? Now I know something's wrong. Let me in." Zayn tried the door handle, only to find it was actually unlocked. "Niall? Why's it dark in here?" Zayn asked, stepping into the room.

    Niall had shut the lights off earlier, intending to take a nap, but his laptop enticed him, which was a mistake. "I didn't like having them on. I was going to take a nap." Niall shrugged from his position on the bed.
     
    Zayn moved to sit by Niall, his thigh resting against Niall's socked toes. "Going to? What happened, then?"

    Niall couldn't answer, his dry mouth wouldn't let him, so he simply pushed his laptop to Zayn, bumping his thigh with it. "Open it," he croaked.
   
    Zayn looked hesitantly at Niall as he opened it. The laptop screen lit up Zayn's face, highlighting his jawline and high cheekbones. He read quietly, his mouth silently forming the words Niall couldn't before a look of horror crossed his face and the meaning sunk in. He clicked once, exiting out of Niall's browser, shut the laptop, and pushed it as far away as possible without actually shoving it off the bed. "Niall, that's horrible. You know it's not true." Zayn said, gazing at the blonde boy sympathetically.

    "Then why doesn't management give me very many solos?" Niall asked, turning his tear-streaked toward Zayn.

    Zayn's face softened and he reached forward, wiping Niall's tears away with the sleeve of his jumper. "I don't know, Niall, we don't control it, but it's not because you're not talented enough."

    Niall sniffed as more tears ran from his eyes. "I know I am, but it still hurts." Niall said, pulling his face away from Zayn when he leaned forward to wipe Niall's tears again.

    Zayn leaned further forward and hugged Niall, pulling back and grabbing Niall's chin to force him to look up. "Niall, you're perfect, trust me. You're talented, funny, and so friendly. You light up a room when you walk into it, and your smile, your laugh, they're contagious."

    Niall raised his eyebrow at Zayn, who bit his lip regretfully, he hadn't meant to say that much. "Zayn, is there something you're not telling me? Why-why are you saying all of that?" Niall asked, confused.

    Zayn sighed, better to just let him know. "I like you, okay, Niall? Is that what you want to hear? I like you. I think you're extremely fit and perfect, and I'm making a fool out of myself for telling you, but I think you need to know."

    Niall opened his mouth to speak, but Zayn cut him off. "Don't say it, I don't want to hear it. I get it though, you don't like me back 'cause I'm a guy, and your best friend, and we're in a band together and it would just fuck everything up. I get it, but I just wanted you to understand how perfect you are."
     
    Zayn moved off of the bed, retreating towards the door. Niall hesitated, confused about the feeling that washed over him. He wanted to run after Zayn, to prove him wrong. He hadn't even known up to this point how he felt, but seeing Zayn look at him like that had sparked something inside him he didn't even know was there.
   
    "Zayn, wait." Niall called, pulling himself off of the bed and running toward the door, catching Zayn's hand in his just as the older boy was opening the door.
   
    "Yeah, Niall?" Zayn asked, turning to face him. "What do you wa--" his sentence was cut off as Niall stood on his toes slightly and pushed his lips to Zayn's. Zayn relaxed and smiled into the kiss, moving his mouth with Niall's. Zayn walked him backwards to the bed, kissing him all the while.

    Niall sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing Zayn's hips and pulling him down to straddle his lap. He changed the angle of his head and left open-mouthed kisses against Zayn's neck. Zayn's pulse sped up, his breath coming in gasps.

    Suddenly, much faster than Zayn wanted, Niall's lips left his neck. Niall looked up, smirking. "Does that answer your question?" He asked.

    Zayn sat back on Niall's knees. "It does. Have you liked me all this time? Because I'm an idiot if you did."

    Niall shook his head, his smile faltering for a moment before returning. "I didn't. Or maybe I did and it just didn't click until a few minutes ago."

    Zayn nodded, breathless and amazed that everything worked out in his favour. "Do you understand what I mean now? You're flawless, Niall, who cares what one jealous person says?" Zayn moved his head forward, his forehead resting on Niall's.

    "I certainly don't." Niall replied, giving Zayn a chaste kiss. "So, about that Nando's, is the offer still standing?" Niall asked.

    Zayn laughed loudly, "You and your food, Niall. Yeah, the offer's still up. The lads will be wondering why I took so long, though." Zayn said, pulling himself off Niall's lap and offering him a hand.

    Niall took it and pulled himself off the bed, but didn't release Zayn's grasp. "I guess we'll just have to tell them, won't we?" Niall smirked, pulling  Zayn towards the door to get the food he so desperately wanted now.
     
    Zayn chuckled, "Yeah, Niall, I guess we will." He smiled as he watched the bouncing Irishman making his way out of the door. Even though Zayn was sure his message had gotten across, he didn't think Niall really understood how utterly perfect he was to Zayn.
Have some Ziall [Zayn x Niall]. Sorry for all my fanfiction lately, but at the moment, it's easiest for me to write. I can sit down and do an entire oneshot in one sitting.

This is modeled after One Direction's What Makes You Beautiful. I would say go listen to it, but I bet most of my watchers wouldn't like it. So that's optional.

Oh, and I realize Niall isn’t really insecure at all, but I thought maybe for this story I’d play up on the idea that he is, it worked better.
Enjoy~
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