Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
Chapter 3
                          
Zayn’s POV
                          
I got it!!! Now I know why Niall sounded so familiar. 
                          
You see, after my teacher told me that I would be rooming with Niall I went straight home. The plan was to go straight to sleep but my brain had other options. The name kept floating around as if I knew this guy. I walked into my house going straight to my room and turned on my computer. Once I got the internet up I went to Facebook and looked through my friends list. There was no one on there by the name Niall. I typed in the name Niall Horan in the search box and started looking through the pictures. I saw this guys’ face that looked really familiar. I clicked on his profile and started looking. It said he was from Ireland. He had bleached blonde hair that was once brown. You could tell by his brown roots. He had these amazing blue eyes and I automatically could tell who it was. I quickly closed my laptop and threw it on my bed. 
                          
“No, it can’t be. That cannot be him.” I ran my hands through my hair and decided I needed a shower to help clear my mind. I would look into it more later. Ever since then I have been kind of distant with everyone. I haven’t really talked to anyone. Before leaving my house this morning to meet up at the school for the trip I made sure I grabbed an old notebook I once kept. You could call it a diary all you want but to me it’s a journal. Makes me sound more of a man no? 
                          
Anyway, I wrote in this journal every day when I was younger. It held some of my most insane secrets, memories, lyrics, and pictures. It was the summer of my ninth grade year so about three or four years ago. I had met this guy. He was really into singing and playing the guitar. I met him at a pool and we got along instantly. He was in Bradford on vacation with his family that summer. We hung out every single day and every time we hung out we got closer and closer. I started questioning my feelings and sexuality. Was I gay? Bisexual maybe? Was I gay for just this one guy? Could I just be going through a phase? I never really found the answers. I never found a guy so amazing in my life. 
                          
On his last day in Bradford he wanted to just calm down and relax so I invited him over to my house. We laid out on the couch in the living room watching movies when I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The movie Transformers has just ended and Niall was curled up on my side with my arm wrapped around his waist. He looked up at me and smiled that beautiful smile I adored. I don’t know what I was thinking. Hell, maybe I wasn’t thinking. I leant down so our faces were nearly touching. I quickly looked into his lovely blue eyes and down to his lips before looking back up. Before I could stop myself I leaned down further until our lips touched. I kissed him and got no reaction so I pressed harder and he soon started moving his lips with mine. It soon hit him that we were kissing and he jumped up off of me leaving me lying down on the couch feeling guilty. I had just kissed one of my best mates who currently had a girlfriend back home. He started stuttering before rushing out of my house. That was the last time I ever saw and talked to him again.
                          
As much as I tried to forget him, I couldn’t. It was like he was glued into my brain. I missed his laugh, his smile, the way he smelled, how happy and cheerful he was. I missed seeing him every day. Sometimes I replay those events and think…what happened to him? Does he still date that girl? Do I ever cross his mind? Does he even remember me? 
                          
Finally after about two years, that boy left my mind. I started dating the head cheerleader. I started sleeping around. My parents and I started fighting. I never went back to that pool. I made my parents and I move into another house. I never went back to any of the places him and I would go to. I hid the notebook that had our pictures and my feelings bottled up. I tried getting rid of everything that reminded me of him. It had finally hit me. I would never see him again. 
                          
Now this guy I am rooming with may possibly be that same person I once cared about so much. I wasn’t so sure just yet though. I still had some things to look over, starting with right now while we are alone and in our hotel room.
                          
“So…” I didn’t really know exactly how to start up a conversation.
                          
“So…” He replied. Well, could this get any more awkward?
                          
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Could Niall be that guy Zayn met years ago??
                          
I started with both Niall and Zayn’s POV in this chapter but I figured on only making one POV each chapter so my chapters will be shorter. I hope you still like them though(: 
                          
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