Niall's POV

I woke up the next morning and smiled as I saw Zayn next to me, sound asleep. I walked out of Zayn's room and walked towards the bathroom.

"Ahh!" I screamed as a pair of hands grabbed me and into a room.

"A simple "we need to talk" would've worked just fine," I snapped.

"I like this approach better," Liam smirked.

I glared at him and he said, "Relax, Nialler."

"So what do you want to talk about? I asked clearly annoyed, as I sat next to him on the bed.

"You and Zayn," he stated, his eyes piercing mine.

I fidgeted a little at the sound of his name.

"What about Zayn and me?" I asked nervously.

"Louis, Harry, and I all heard you guys getting busy last night. You guys might want to be a little quieter next time, before you wake up all of London," he teased.

My face became pale and I felt my heart race.

"I-I-I don't know what to say," I stammered as I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

He wiped my tears away with my thumb and asked, "Do you love Zayn?"

"Yes, more than anything!"I cried as more tears flooded my eyes.

He pulled me into a hug and I continued to cry on his shoulder.

"That's all that matters. So you don't need to worry about anything. Louis, Harry and I are fine with you guys. It's just the rest of the world that's a tougher challenge," he advised as he rubbed my back.

After a few minutes of crying, I pulled away from him and said, "Thanks Li."

"You're welcome Nialler," he said with a smile.

I walked out of the room and walked back to Zayn's room.

"Morning," he said with a smile.

"Morning. Listen Zayn, we need to talk," I said sternly.

"Okay," he said.

I sat down beside him out of the bed and placed my hand on his leg.

"The boys know about last night."

His face fell and panic flooded his eyes.

"What did they say?" he asked nervously.

"I talked to Liam and he said that they're fine with us. The only thing we need to worry about is the rest of the world."

"So what do we do now?

"I don't know. I'm scared, Zayn. I'm scared that people will hate us and that we'll lose all our fans. I'm scared that people will treat you, me and us differently. I'm absolutely terrified about how my family will react to this," I rambled, my face losing its color.

"You don't think I'm scared too? I'm just as terrified as you, but as long as we have each other, we can make it through," he said reassuringly and he put his hand on top of mine and squeezed it.

"I love you so much, Zayn!"I cried, as a few tears slipped from my eyes.

"I love you too, Niall."

I kissed him softly and he kissed me back. He pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. Louis barged in the room and Zayn and I froze.

"Whoa, did I interrupt something?" he asked.

Zayn and I turned red with embarrassment.

"GET OUT!" Zayn screamed, throwing his pillow at Louis' head.

Louis walked out of the room and I giggled.

"Why do we have to live with three other guys?" Zayn asked.

"Well we could get our own place," I suggested.

"That sounds pretty good right now," he smiled.

There was a knock at the door and he groaned. He walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey, get dressed. Simon just called and we're apparently doing a charity thing today. We're leaving in an hour so you and Niall need to get ready like now," he said sternly.

"Don't worry, Daddy Directioner. We got it all under control. We'll be ready in an hour."

He shut the door and walked towards me, a pout present on my face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my eyes filled with concern and curiosity.

"I wanted to spend the day with you but apparently we have a charity thing today," he sighed.

"What's the issue then?" I asked, confusion present on my face.

"I wanted to spend the day with my amazing boyfriend and not have to worry about things like this," he sighed again.

"Aww, babe. We have plenty of time to spend with each other," I cooed, my fingers brushing his cheeks.

"I guess you're right," he smiled.

He walked into the bathroom and hopped into the shower and my stomach started to growl. I walked out of the room and entered the kitchen, quickly opening the fridge and pulling out a carton of milk. I opened the cupboard and grabbed a bowl, spoon, and the box of Lucky Charms. I sighed and munched on the marshmallow pieces, panic on how I was going to handle my situation with Zayn consuming my thoughts.

"What's up with you?" Eleanor asked, concern filling her eyes as she sat beside me on the dining table.

"I'm scared," I mumbled through munches.

"Of what?" she asked curiously.

"I'm scared that things won't work out between me and Zayn, that our fans will hate us and that our parents will hate us," I sighed, gulping the last ounce of milk left in the bowl.

"You have nothing to worry about. The fans love you guys and they won't stop loving you guys just because you love each other. Real fans will support you guys and they don't have to like it, they just have to at least accept it," Eleanor said, her arm placed on my shoulder.

"Thanks El. You're a great friend," I smiled.

I stood up and left my bowl in the sink. I walked in Zayn's room and noticed that he had his clothes on and was now in front of the mirror, fiddling with his hair.

"Your hair's fine, babe," I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

He turned around to face me and said, "I don't want it to look fine. I want it to be perfect!" he whined.

"You're such a perfectionist!" I said, shaking my head.

"But that's why you love me though, right?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face.

"Yes. I love you just the way you are and I wouldn't change a thing about you," I smiled, ruffling his hair.

"Stop it! You're messing it up!" he shrieked, removing my hands from his hair.

He turned around and concentrated on "fixing" his hair.

"Well I'm going to go shower. Don't miss me too much," I teased, poking his chest.

"Trust me. I won't," he smirked.

"Fine then, meanie," I said, sticking out my tongue.

I walked into the shower and took a quick shower before changing into a red polo, chinos, and supras. I walked out of the bathroom and Zayn had a cheeky grin on his face.

"Why do you have to look this fucking good?" he groaned.

"I ask myself the same thing," I smirked.

"You're lucky you're cute, Horan," he teased, squeezing my cheeks.

"Hey love birds, are you ready to go?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, we're all set," I said, taking Zayn's hand in mine and squeezing it tightly.

We made our way out of the house and boarded the van. Harry sat in Louis' lap, Liam sat by himself, and I decided to sit in Zayn's lap.

"Nialler, you're so adorable," Zayn chimed as he ruffled my hair.

I'm actually surprised at how this relationship with Zayn came about if you could call it a relationship. I always had a strong bromance with Liam; well the fans thought I did. I've always been closer to Liam, than Zayn and Zayn was more close to Liam. No one would have expected for me to have a crush on Zayn and have him like me back, but I did have a crush of him, ever since I met him at Harry's stepdads' bungalow. I never thought that Zayn would like me since he's always been really popular with the ladies and I never thought he would be interested in guys at all. I didn't think that I would ever be interested in guys, but I guess I found a soft spot for the Bradford bad boy.

"Niall come on. We're here," he said, breaking me from my thoughts.

I got up and followed him out of the van. When we walked out, a big group of fans were screaming. I waved at the fans and smiled. I love seeing how dedicated the fans are. We walked into the arena and I smiled when I saw Zayn grinning at me. When we got inside, Uncle Simon was waiting for us and greeted us.

"Okay boys, so here's the plan. You're going to sound check, hair, makeup and wardrobe, meet and greet and signing and then you're going to perform a sold out show here at the O2 Arena. You guys ready for this?" he explained.

We all cheered and walked to the stage, getting ready for sound check. I was extremely nervous and kept messing up the lyrics. I was off time to some parts and I would freeze and blank out sometimes. My nerves were clearly getting the best of me and it was obvious to the other boys that something was going on. We decided to take a water break and when I stepped off the stage. Someone grabbed me by the arm and stopped.

"What's wrong, mate?" Zayn asked.

"I'm nervous about tonight," I confessed, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Don't be nervous. You're going to be great out there. You always are. Relax and you can do this, for us," he whispered into my ear, his fingers lacing with mine.

"What if I can't do this, Zayn," I pleaded, panic flashing through my eyes.

"You can do this, Niall. I believe in you," he stated sincerely, squeezing my hand tightly.

I smiled at his supportive words. They were encouraging me to fight the uneasiness in my stomach and to regain the confidence that I almost always have. As long as I convince myself that there's nothing to worry about, then I should be fine. I went through the rest of the sound check feeling al lot better. I ended up actually being able to sing my parts and be on time with everyone else. Zayn kept grinning at me supportively and giving me thumbs up. It was great to have his support and it definitely made some of the uneasiness I had at the pit of my stomach flow away. After sound check, we went to do our hair and makeup and a wardrobe change. The makeup artists could tell there was something off with me and I told them that I was nervous. They told me that I was going to do fine, like I always do. There words gave me another boost a confidence. It was a boost that I needed to face the fans. When we walked out to the fans they were all screaming our names. Many girls were crying and we made our way down the long line of girls before sitting down in front of a table. Louis sat next to Harry, and Liam and I sat on either side of Zayn. We met each and every fan, signing posters and CDs. Many of them were in tears and a lot of girls were speechless. It felt great when fans would tell us that we changed their lives or that we made their day. It makes me feel like I'm actually making a difference in someone's life and I absolutely love that feeling. When I auditioned for the X Factor last year, I never expected that I would have this much success. I never expected to be here but I am and it's amazing to be here. After an hour or so, the meet and greet was over and the boys and I went backstage to get ready for our performance. As the minutes went by, I started to regain that uneasiness in my stomach.

"You'll be fine. I believe in you, Niall," Zayn whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand tightly.

"Thank you so much for believing in me, mate," I smiled.

"It's what best mates are for," he smiled back, sincerity in his voice.

The opening music started playing and we got onto the lift. The lift started rising. This was it. This is the moment of truth. Little did I know that what happened tonight will change my life forever.