Niall's POV

That's it.

I'm sick of this.

Sick of always being there for him whenever he needs me but when I need him, he's never there for me.

Sick of every promise that he makes but always breaks it.

Sick of worrying about him even when he tells at me for being too worrisome.

Sick of every little kiss that he gives me even though I always find him snogging the life out of some bimbo.

HIM is Zayn Malik. My boyfriend, if you can even call him one, of two years. He's a sweet guy. Just not to his fucking boyfriend.

I'm just sick of his behavior. I've forgiven him many times but I just can't deal with it anymore.

I've packed my bags and I've bought the plane ticket that's taking me far away from Zayn. I just need to end things with him.

I'm in the living room with my stuff when I hear the front door open. Great timing.

"Niall I'm home!" I hear Zayn's voice call out.

There's footsteps and then he appears in the living room. His eyes widen at the sight of my stuff.

"What's this?"

"Don't act stupid Zayn. I'm leaving." I spit out.

He narrows his eyes at me "Who said you could leave?"

"Me!" I yell "We're over Zayn. I'm not yours anymore."

"No! Please Niall. You can't. You're all I have left!" He pleads with me.

I shake my head and laugh humorlessly "You have my heart. My love. My trust. Two years of my life. My apologizes. My virginity. WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ZAYN?!"

He steps back shocked at my outburst.

"You think you can just mess around behind my back and I won't find out? That you can betray me and I will remain clueless? I found out Zayn. Yet I've forgiven you. Time after time. EVERY DAMN TIME. Why? Because I loved you!

Do you know how many tears I've shed over you? But of course you don't give a damn. Slurs are far more important to you than I am.

I've dealt with your stupid 'mistakes' as you calm them. You always promise never to do it again. Yet why is it that after you promise me that, I find you snogging some slut?! Why Zayn why?" I take a deep breath as I see a year run down Zayn's cheek. No pity. No guilt. I feel nothing for him.

"Promises are made to be broken. Remember my promise Zayniepoo? Remember the promise I made to you when we started dating? I promised to forever love you and never leave you.

You broke countless promises. Yet I'm only breaking one."

I grab my stuff and with one last look at a crying Zayn I open the door and step outside.

"Zayn?"

I look back at him, seeing a hopeful glint in his brown eyes. Does he really think ill take him back?

"Y-yes?" His voice is broken and so sad that I feel a bit guilty for making him cry but its gone as soon as it came.

"Goodbye."