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Love Like Woe （又译：爱情就像是灾难）
类型: Romance, Humor, AU
警告: 微微的OOC, Fluff
配对: Ziall
by midnight-down
简介：‘但我觉得你就像含在我嘴里的一个甜蜜的糖果,我想停止对你的思念但你让我欲罢不能...’----bbb歌词来的
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“大家好！我叫Niall Horan，今年15岁，来自爱尔兰的穆林加尔，而且我是bi。所以说如果谁有意向的，我很乐于和你们去约会！”
就在这一刻，让Zayn意识到Niall Horan绝对是个彻彻底底的二货。你不用为了融入新学校，而这样销售自己吧；而且你这基本上是求凌虐。可是从那孩子傻乎乎的笑容来看，他似乎不知道或者说不在乎。
Niall直接越到班上的后排，似乎一点都没意识到他从新同学们那得到的窃笑和评论。
他只是笑着拿出他的笔记本，然后开始涂鸦…等等，那个是画着一罐的金子吗？
是的，Zayn确定这孩子是个笨蛋。
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（lunch time）
“我可以坐在这里吗？”
Zayn从那堆学校声称是“食物”，实则是核废物里抬头，和新来的那个永远带着阳光微笑的男孩面对面撞正着。
“不可以。”他简洁地说，然后继续回去检视食物。
Niall撅撅嘴。“为什么不？”
Zayn困惑地皱着脸。这孩子就是质问他反社会的态度吗？
“因为我不喜欢人类。”
“我不喜欢这个答案，所以我要坐在这里，好吗？”Niall说，一如既往的精神充沛，然后坐到Zayn的对面，放下已经堆成小火山似的食物，Zayn惊恐地看着。
“你要怎么吃下这…东西？”
“我有个铁胃。我能，也会吃任何东西。”Niall咯咯地笑着回答。该死的咯咯咯。
Zayn决定现在是最好的时间去问那个问题。“那个，你今早说你是bi的事，”Niall歪着头，那样子萌到让Zayn觉得是一个十几岁的男孩做不出来。“你是开玩笑，还是…”
“没啊，我是说真的！”Niall欢快地说。
“你为什么要做那样做？”Zayn问。“你知道别人会说闲话的，对吗？”
Niall耸耸肩。“人们总会闲话一大把啊。这是改不了的事。我想我这样做是因为我不在乎，”然后他露齿而笑。“我诚实，我快乐，你明白吗？”
令人惊讶的是，Zayn的确明白。
然后再往下的30分钟，他们都全程安静。Niall只是吃着食物，而Zayn每咬一口都要犹豫三下。
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第二天，Niall在生物课上坐在Zayn的旁边。
“你是对单独坐这事情有独钟，还是咋滴？”他坐在旁边时候问着。
“我以为我告诉过你，我不喜欢人类。”Zayn嘟囔着说，转换着他ipod里面的歌。
“我知道你说过，”Niall回答道。“我只是没放在心上。”
Zayn投给他个难以置信的目光，正准备骂他在书上所学到的每一个脏词，直到Cowell老师(哦也!三爷)走进来，宣布要上课了。
“好的，同学们。今天是解剖课；坐在你旁边的人将会是你的实验搭档。抓一只青蛙，就开始吧。”
Niall朝着Zayn自信地笑了笑。“看来我俩是搭档了。”
“死定了。”Zayn冷笑道。
然后Cowell老师把一个装着青蛙的烧杯放到台上。
“太恶心了。”Zayn咕哝着，看着里面活生生在呱呱叫的青蛙。
“…我不想做这个。”Niall说，Zayn扫了他一眼。
他看上去有点伤心；眼神里充盈了同情，连平常的乐天派的脸都皱成一团。
这只是只该死的青蛙…
“喂，这是我们的成绩啊，白痴。哪个更重要？”Zayn回答，便拿起一把刀和托盘。虽然他并不是真心想做这个。Zayn曾经就在害怕这一天；他必须要解剖青蛙，为了保持住他的名声，所以他不会临阵退缩。
“我情愿得个F也不想杀死一只青蛙。”Niall表明立场，然后抓起烧杯，把它倒下来，让那只青蛙跳出来。
“白痴！”Zayn失声道。“你在干嘛？”
“我会负责任的，好吧？”Niall带着灿烂的笑容着说道，让Zayn说不出话来。
那一天，他让Niall帮那只青蛙从教室窗口出逃，因此得了个F。
令人奇怪的是，Zayn找不出理由去在乎。在他脑子里所看到的是Niall萌人的笑容，其他所有的事就…值得了。
那个二货慢慢地深深地存在他脑海里，而现在只才过了两天…
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到了第三天，Zayn确定他要杀了那个白痴。
这一切源于美术课，Cole老师告诉全班要画一张使他们开心的画。
虽然每个人都认为这是极其愚蠢的主意，但每个人都安安分分的画着。
Rebecca Ferguson画了一只站立的麦克风；Louis Tomlinson画了一筐萝卜；Harry Styles画了Louis一张（糟糕的）画像。
Zayn，平心而论，是处于某种兴奋的状态；他一直都很喜欢美术课，还十分擅长画画。
但说到能让他开心的事，却没有几样，所以这是种挑战。
“你画了什么?”Zayn几乎要吓得从位子上跳起来，因为他感受到Niall的呼吸喷到他的脖子上。
“显然没有。”Zayn面无表情地说。Niall带着疑惑的表情看那个空白的画板。
“嗯么。”他说着，然后拿出他自己乱成一堆的杰作。“这是我画的。”
先不管自己的空画，Zyan看了一眼Niall画。这真的是一团糟；每一处都是不一样的涂鸦。
“你到底是画些什么？”Zayn问。
Niall大笑起来，Zayn努力抗争着血液要涌到脸上来。
“这都是能让我开心的。来看嘛，”Niall说着，指着画纸上个角落的涂鸦们。
“瞧，这是Nandos；我最爱的餐厅。而这是芝士汉堡；这是Cher还有Liam；还有那个Harry的卷毛；我的吉他…”
他喋喋不休地说，精力旺盛指着不同的小涂鸦。
不过有一个引起了Zayn特别的注意。
“那这个呢？”他问道，指着角落的小涂鸦。
“哈？哦，这个啊！”Niall喊道。“这个是你！”
Zayn吃了一惊，他不敢相信地看着Niall。“你不认识我啊。”他说。
Niall耸耸肩。“我喜欢和你说话。”
他又咯咯的笑了，那该死又可爱的咯咯。
是的，Zayn想着，这男孩肯定是特别的。
这一天快结束，所有人都把画上交了，但Cole老师让Zayn课后留下来。
“Zayn，我不太明白你的画。我看得出这是个人，但…我还是很疑惑。”
“这是某个人在笑。”
“所以这是能让你开心的事？”Cole老师带着温暖的微笑说着。Zayn耸耸肩。
“有点吧。”


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从几天变成几个星期，然后再到几个月，Zayn才发现，一晃眼已经快一年了。
差不多一整年和Niall奇遇，一整年在假装自己恨这些。
他不再介意坐在Niall旁边，无论午餐时间，还是生物课上。他也不介意他的那些怪异的对话，可爱到疯的举动。Zayn只是满足现状。他找不到理由讨厌Niall的陪伴。
这几乎讨厌不起来吧，那男孩不间断大笑或者微笑，就像他并不在乎这个世界。
有时候，Zayn想知道Niall是不是和他表面上那么开心；是不是这一切都是演出来的，然后Niall还是咯咯地笑，所以他不再关心这个问题了。
他怀疑会有谁能那么擅长伪装。
“你知道我刚发现什么嘛，”某天午餐时间，Niall说，打破一如既往的安静。
Zayn从餐盘装着放射性垃圾的东西抬起头，Niall咀嚼着食物，沉思。
“我还不知道你的名字。”Niall告诉他，Zayn皱起眉。
已经过了差不多一年，他从没和Niall说他的名字；只是不断给他严厉的评论，和反社会的态度。
“我叫Zayn。”Zayn发现自己说道，不假思索地，他开始怀疑他的自控力出了什么毛病。
就算Niall不知道他的名字又怎样。他们既不是朋友，又或者啥的。
对吧？
“Zayn。”Niall试着叫了声，Zayn不禁脸红，马上低下头，希望Niall没有发现。
“我喜欢。听起来很酷。”Niall带着傻乎乎的笑容决定。
Zayn很是怀疑。“叫Zayn有什么酷的？”
“你不常听到这个，是吗？也很不一样，它很适合你。”Niall回答。
“你的更适合你。”Zayn说，心里暗自诅咒自己，再一次的，自己的嘴失控了。
“你这样认为吗？”Niall问着，声音听起来很惊讶。“才没有。你能找到一百万个像我这样的人。你很古怪，Zayn。这是件好事。”
Zayn严重怀疑他能找到像Niall的人。
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最萌这对了

最后一波。。。。卖萌的萌奶&毒舌又善良的美渣
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这一天，是Niall约Zayn出去的日子，也让Zayn丧失了每一丝能挖苦嘲笑的能力。
“我的意思是，我知道你真的不怎么喜欢人们或者我，你也可能会觉得这主意很笨，因为你总觉得所有事很愚蠢，好吧，我可能也是在浪费我的时间---”
“该死的！我就知道这是个糟糕的主意！我就是那么二！我只是---等等，你刚说yes？”
Zayn点了点头，嘴边带起一个真诚的微笑，而Niall爆发出笑声。
他永远都忘不了Niall在餐厅桌上小小地跳起傻乎乎胜利的舞蹈。因此那天他被罚课后留校，但他似乎不介意。
因为他开心到懒得去介意这个。
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Zayn和Niall的第一次约会。把它简单概括就是：一场灾难。
他们本应该是去一个高级的法国餐厅，有个完美的夜晚----呃，直到Niall用法语说了些连他自己都不知道啥意思的话，就这样--他们俩被踢出门口，而那时候天正下着倾盆大雨。
“天啊，对不起，Zayn。我想我似乎有点毁了这一切。”Niall说着。
后来他们找到一个可以弄干身体，暖和起来的地方。
也就是在他们奔跑中时看到的教堂。
“噢，那可不是有点。”他说着。“而.是.很.大.点。”
Niall的头低得快垂到地板上。
“不过，”Zayn开始说，视线远离Niall。“我还是觉得有点乐趣。”
Niall挑起眉毛。“怎么会？我们被餐厅踢出来，不得以在大雨里跑，而现在我们浑身湿透的待在教堂里。”
“我还以为我是悲观主义者呢。”Zayn说着，Niall耸了耸肩。
“听着，你个二货。”Zayn命令道，站起来，然后低头看着Niall。
“我该死地喜欢你，好吗？我只要一见到你，我根本无法在乎到，这是有多糟糕的约会！”他激动地说，Niall震惊地睁大眼睛。
“我喜欢和你在一起。我一直都喜欢，所以别再唧唧呜呜了。记住我才是悲观主义者，所以就让我们保持这个下去。”
然后这俩人开始注视着彼此，好一会儿。Zayn的眼神牢固而坚定，而Niall的眼神有着惊喜还夹杂着些Zayn看不懂的东西。
再过了会，Niall站起来抓着Zayn的肩膀。
“奶儿，你要做---- 嗯唔呜。”
Niall把唇压过来，他们的唇碰到了一起，这时Zayn颤抖了。
他一直都在想象吻Niall会是什么样的感觉。但现在这一刻终于发生了，他才意识到果然比想象的要好非常多。虽然这个吻并不久，但对他们来说已经足够了。
“我好开心，知道吗？可以知道你对我的感觉。”
“…我讨厌煽情时刻。”Zayn表示，然后拉着Niall进行另一个亲吻。
是的，他很讨厌。但他真的没那么在乎这些了。
(Source: midnight-down)
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Title: Love Like Woe
Genre: Romance, Humor, AU
Warnings: Slight OOC, Fluff
Pairing: Ziall
Summary: ‘But I think you’re a pretty sweet pill that I’m swallowing down to counter this addiction…’
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AN: This is so fluffy and I hate myself. Enjoy :D
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“Hi! I’m Niall Horan, I’m 15 years old, I’m from Mullingar, Ireland, and I’m bisexual. So if anybody’s willing, I’ll be happy to take you out sometime!”
Zayn thinks that’s the moment he realized that Niall Horan was a complete and total moron. You don’t just march into a new school and whore yourself out like that; you’re basically asking for bullying. But, judging by the doofus smile on the kids’ face, he didn’t seem to know or care.
Niall practically skipped to the back of class, seemingly unaware of the snickers and comments he was getting from his new classmates. He just smiled and took out his notebook and started doodling…was that a pot of gold?
Yeah, Zayn was sure this kid was stupid.
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“You mind if I sit here?”
Zayn glanced up from the nuclear waste that the school dared to call “food” to come face to face with the ever-so-bubbly face of the new kid.
“No.” he said simply and went back to examining the food.
Niall pouted. “Why not?”
Zayn scrunched up his face in confusion. Did this kid just question his anti-social attitude?
“Because I don’t like people.”
“I don’t like that answer so I’m sitting here, okay?” Niall said, just as energetic as always and sat down on the other side of Zayn, shoving down the food like a vacuum and Zayn watched on, horrified.
“How can you eat that…stuff?”
“I have an iron stomach. I can and will eat anything.” Niall replied with a giggle. A freaking giggle.
Zayn decided now was a better time than ever to ask the question. “Hey, what you said this morning about being bi,” Niall tilted his head in a way Zayn found too cute to be done by a teenage boy. “Were you just kidding or…”
“Nope, I was being honest!” Niall chirped happily.
“Why would you do something like that?” Zayn asked. “You know people will talk right?”
Niall shrugged. “People always talk. That ain’t ever gonna change. I guess I just did it because I didn’t care,” then he grinned. “I’m happy like this, you know?”
Surprisingly, Zayn did know.
It was quiet for the next thirty minutes as Niall just ate and Zayn took hesitant bites of his food.
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The next day, Niall sat next to Zayn in Biology.
“Do you have a thing about sitting alone or what?” he asked as he took a seat beside him.
“I thought I told you I didn’t like people.” Zayn grumbled, shuffling through the songs on his iPod.
“I know what you said,” Niall replied. “I just didn’t care.”
Zayn shot him an unbelieving gaze and was about to call him every nasty name in the book until Mr. Cowell walked in and announced class had begun.
“Okay class. Today is dissection day; your lab partner will be the person you are sitting next to. Grab a frog and let’s get started.”


Niall gave Zayn a cocky smile. “Looks like we’re partners.”
“Die.” Zayn sneered as Mr. Cowell dropped a beaker with a frog in it onto the table.
“This is disgusting.” Zayn muttered, looking at the live frog croak.
“…I don’t wanna do it.” Niall said and Zayn glanced at him.
He looked hurt; his eyes were filled with pity and his normally joyful face was scrunched up in a sad frown.
It was only a damn frog…
“Well it’s our grade, idiot. Which one matters more?” Zayn said in response, grabbing a knife and a tray. Though, he didn’t mean it. Zayn had been dreading this day; when he had to dissect a frog but he had reputation to keep up. He wasn’t going to chicken out.
“I’d feel better knowing I got an F than I killed a frog.” Niall stated and grabbed the beaker, turning it upside down and letting the frog out.
“Idiot!” Zayn hissed. “What are you doing?”
“I’ll take responsibility, okay?” Niall said with a bright smile and Zayn was at a loss for words.
That day, he let Niall let the frog escape through the classroom window and got an F.
Strangely, Zayn couldn’t find it in himself to even care. All he saw in his mind was Niall’s sweet smile and everything else was…unf.
That moron was getting in his head and it’s only been two days…
—
By the third day, Zayn was sure he was going to kill the idiot.
It started with Art class and Ms. Cole told everyone to draw a picture of something that made them happy. Everyone thought it was completely stupid but went along with it. Rebecca Ferguson drawing a picture of a microphone on its stand; Louis Tomlinson drawing a picture of carrots; and Harry Styles drawing a (terrible) picture of Louis.
Zayn, personally, was kind of excited; he had always liked art and was quite skilled in it. However, not many things made him happy so there was a challenge.
“What cha drawing?” Zayn nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Niall’s breath on his neck.
“Nothing, obviously.” Zayn deadpanned. Niall looked at the blank canvas with a confused expression.
“Hm.” He remarked before holding up his own jumbled up masterpiece. “Here’s mine.”
Despite himself, Zayn took a look at Niall’s drawing. It was a mess really; different drawings everywhere.
“What the hell did you draw?” Zayn asked.
Niall laughed and Zayn fought the blood from rushing to his face.
“All the things that make me happy. See,” Niall said, pointing to a small picture in the center of the paper.
“See, that’s Nandos; my favorite restaurant. And that’s a cheeseburger; and that’s Cher and Liam; and that’s Harry’s curls; and that’s my guitar…”
He droned on, pointing at different drawings animatedly. But one caught Zayn’s eye in particular.
“What’s that one?” he questioned, pointing at a small drawing in the corner of the page.
“Hm? Oh, that one!” Niall exclaimed. “That’s you!”
Zayn was taken back and he gave Niall an incredulous look. “You barely know me.” He stated.
Niall shrugged. “I like talking to you.” He giggled that damn cute giggle again.
Yea, Zayn thought the kid was definitely special.
At the end of the day, everyone turned in their drawings but Ms. Cole had pulled Zayn back after class.
“Zayn, your drawing isn’t quite clear to me. I see it’s a person but…I’m a bit confused.”
“It’s someone laughing.”
“That’s what makes you happy?” Ms. Cole asked with a warm smile. Zayn shrugged.
“Somewhat.”
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Days turned into weeks and then months and before Zayn knew it, it was nearly a year. Nearly a year of strange encounters with Niall and nearly a year of pretending he hated them.
He stopped caring about sitting by Niall at lunch or during Biology. He didn’t mind the weird conversations and sickeningly cute behavior. Zayn was just content. He couldn’t find it in himself to hate Niall’s company.
It was nearly impossible with the boy constantly laughing and smiling as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
Sometimes, Zayn wondered if Niall was a happy as he seemed; if how he was acting all just a joke and then Niall giggled and he didn’t even care anymore.
He doubted anyone could be that good at fake happiness.
“You know what I just realized,” Niall said one day at lunch, breaking the silence as always.
Zayn looked up from the radioactive trash on his plate to Niall who was chewing his food thoughtfully.
“I don’t even know your name.” Niall told him and Zayn frowned.
It had been nearly a year and he never told Niall what his name was; just gave him harsh comments and anti-social attitude.
“It’s Zayn.” Zayn found himself saying, not even thinking about it and he began to wonder what happened to his control. So what if Niall didn’t know his name. They weren’t friends or anything.
Right?
“Zayn.” Niall tested the name out and Zayn blushed, lowering his head in hopes Niall wouldn’t catch it.
“I like it. Sounds cool.” Niall determined with a doofus grin.
Zayn was skeptical. “What’s cool about Zayn?”
“You don’t hear it often, you know? It’s different. It fits you.” Niall answered.
“It’d fit you better.” Zayn said and cursed internally for, once again, losing control over his own mouth.
“You think so?” Niall asked, sounding surprised. “I don’t. You can find a million people like me. You’re weird, Zayn. That’s a good thing.”
Zayn seriously doubted he’d find someone else like Niall.
—
It was the third day in of summer break that Zayn was starting to feel Niall-withdrawal.
It was ****ing strange not hearing that damn cute laugh of his and not seeing that bright smile everywhere he looked. Zayn was gloomier than usual and he had Niall to blame. He never thought it’d ever get this bad.
“Zayn, close up shop, will ya?” Savan, Zayn’s boss at the local bakery, asked. Zayn nodded without a word and grabbed his keys, leaving the shop and locking the door behind him.
The bakery was right next to the beach so, a lot of times, Zayn took the long way home so he could watch the sunset on the water. Cheesy, he knew it, but he always thought it’d make for a pretty drawing.
But when he looked over the horizon this evening, he saw a familiar figure sitting in the sand.
“No way.” He whispered, hopping over the railing and walking towards the beach.
“Niall.” He called and the Mullingar native turned around to face him.
Zayn felt the blood rush to his face when he saw those baby blue eyes and million-watt smile. He never thought he’d have it this bad for somebody.