Tan Lines and Closed Eyes ( Ziall AU)

Chapter 4

Niall's POW

"So did I get it right, Zayn now knows about your marriage, and he knows everything is not quite okay?" Harry said while getting his stuff ready. I couldn't really name half of the things he was preparing right now. I just know he's gonna be doing a tattoo with them.

" Yeah he does. Well he doesn't really know what is the matter, he just supposes that there's something wrong. He even gave me his number so I could call him if I wanted to talk or had problems at home" I told him, sitting on the black leather couch in Harry's parlor.

" Can't you see it, Ni? Do you realize that even the people that you barely know notices that there's something wrong at your marriage and that you need help. And there you are, still trapped in your forced marriage with man who treats you like shit. Like you were not a human with feelings. But you are a human Niall." Harry sighed.

" Damn, I am?" I snorted a little bit, which Harry smirked at. But then I thought about Harry's sayings and that only made me sigh.

" Yeah I know Harry, like, I've been thinking about this situation a lot. But I just simply can't leave. My dad wouldn't accept it. And Rick has this control over me. I-I'm afraid of his reaction." I told him, leaning on my hands. I hadn't told Harry about what happened when I got home that one day little bit too late.

"Why did you take off your ring while you went to club at first point. It's not like you, you may be in a terrible marriage but you aren't one to cheat, aren't you?" Harry looked at me with that motherly look on his face.

"I-It's not a big deal Harry."I stuttered, trying to avoid his gaze. I really suck at lying.

" I know that it is."

"Well forget about it! It's not, okay?" I wasn't one to lose my control so easily, but this conversation made me uncomfortably nervous.

Harry sighed, and clearly gave up trying to make me talk. And I was glad about that. I was glad having him as a friend. He has learned to read me like an open book and respect my wants when it was needed.

"I think you should get home before that tyranny does. You are supposed to prepare him supper like a subjected housewife you are." Harry said and walked to a black drawer across to room.

I lifted myself up and decided that it was better to do what Harry says. I don't wanna face the same furious Rick ever again.

When I grasped my coat from the hanger and was about to leave, I heard Harry's voice behing me.

"You deserve better Niall."

I turned my head to see sadly smiling Harry standing by the tattoo chair. I went to turn around, and noticed a middle aged slightly tattooed man coming in, and Harry's raspy voice greeted him. Without saying anything else I left the tattoo shop and drove home stopping by the grocery store getting some ingredients for the dinner_________________________

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After Rick and I had eaten, Rick has disappeared to his office, and I had decided to spend the rest of the night watching some model competition. It was actually kinda funny. It was like back in high school. Everybody being bitches to each other, trying to hook up with the hot guys and pretending to be friends with some people just to get to the highlights. Looking back at my high school years tho, me and Harry, we didn't belong any of those groups mentioned before. We were the outcast, the weird gay kids.

I heard footsteps coming behind me, and I turned my head to see Rick walking slowly towards me, looking me straight to the eyes with his dark ones.

"Rick?" I asked quietly.

Rick didn't say anything, and then I noticed what he was up to.He was palming himself through his pants. That made me turn my head back to the TV screen. I felt disgusting and I knew what was coming, and I definitely didn't want it.