When The Clock Strikes Twelve (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One; Break Your Heart

Jason's POV

"I told you, Niall - It's over." I spat at my blond haired boyfriend, his blue eyes wide open, seemingly shocked by my harsh words.

"But Jason, I dont understand." Niall looked hurt, broken even, but I didn't give a shit.

"What's not to understand?" I sneered, shoving his body from coming any closer to mine, "I saw Zayn and you in our bed, do you think I'm fucking stupid?"

"It was one time," He tried to reason, "I wont do it anymore, I promise, please."

"Who are you even kidding?" I leant down and yanked my duffel bag over my shoulder, "You love him."

"I don't, I love you." Niall shook his head, but he hadnt shed an actual tear yet.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I heard Harry and Ashton talk about it, how you fell for him ever since you laid eyes at him at Woody Oak." I snapped, referring to the LGBT night club we went to quite often together - with our friends.

If I really thought about it, they were mainly Niall's friends, I could tell they talked about me... Niall was even guilty of talking behind my back.

As much as it hurt, I didn't pay much mind to it; I ignored it.

"What?" Niall frowned, "I-"

"Dont waste my time, Niall. I'm not dumb enough to stick in a relationship where I'm clearly not equally treated." I sighed, pure frustration coming out, "You aren't honest, and like people say, we are better off just friends."

I wasnt even sure if a friendship could work between ex - boyfriend's, but I would rather be friends than boyfriend's.

Niall didnt say another word, and I took his silence as accepting what is.

I sighed, looking around the room in our apartment, "I haven't got a car, and nowhere to put my shit, so can you just hold onto it until I have a place?"

"Where are you gonna go, Jase? It's late... I dont-"

"Dont worry about me, just pack my stuff up and I'll collect it as soon as I can." I cut him off, grabbing my phone and charger, before heading out the bedroom door, "See ya." I called over my shoulder.

It's not like I wasn't hurt by the fact my boyfriend - of over five years - had been cheating on me... because I knew of it for months, and I already had my time to hurt and complain.

I stuck by him, hoping it'd get better, but it didn't. I did love him, but now, I only cared about him.

And before anyone shits themselves while listening to my story, Yes, I'm gay. All of my so called friends are also gay.

I dont hang out with many straight people, and I dont care.

The town I grew up in were pretty much against LGBT people, even my own parents, but hell, I found a night club full of people just like me, and I was happy for that.

And the sad truth is, although I am gay, and my parents believe I'm an abomination, even though no one is an actual abomination based on their sexuality, I couldnt help but blame my stupid self.

Niall and I weren't innocent, as well. No one we hung out with was innocent.

Our lives revolved around doing something stupid, just to get back at society for destroying our dreams and hopes.

Most of the people I knew smoked Weed, some even sold it to make money, others were in gangs, and some of my friends have drinking problems. But it was considered normal to us all, we were already outcasted as it was.

Me? I smoke weed, I drink, but mainly, I steal what isn't mine, but should be.

I steal money, jewelry, clothes, food, TV's, DVD's... I think everything I own was stolen, but it was my greedy self pushing me to do these things.

I was smart about it too; only ever striking at midnight; When The Clock Strikes Twelve.

I didn't admit what I did to anyone, not even Niall. He just assumed the things I brought home were bought by the money I claimed I 'worked' for.

Oh, I was as good as I liar as what Niall was; Maybe that's why I loved him?

Author's Note; Yes, I make a million stories, because I want to. I normally write more chapters for the stories that people pester me to continue :) anyway, this is a new one; enjoy ♡♥♡♥♡

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