Tan Lines and Closed Eyes ( Ziall AU)

Chapter 8

Okay, before anything I would like to apologize for not updating, but Zayn leaving the band hit me harder than expected. Because of it I failed with my restricting and ended up on binge cycle and because of that I've been hating myself and feeling extremely depressed so yeah. I'm sorry, but I'm back and I'm continuing the story even tho Zayn is no longer in 1D. I'm writing a story about one direction and to me one direction includes 5 members, Niall, Liam, Harry, Louis and Zayn.

btw I moved to a new room while I was gone, and srsly, I have so much posters and pictures on my walls that it took the whole weekend to take them off from my old room and then put them back on the walls of my new room. But now I'm here happily with about little bit under 1000 posters and pictures on my walls :) ( no I don't have an obsession with posters. Not at all. )

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Niall's pow

I walked in to the familiar shop and of course I was right away greeted with Harold's permanent pepsodent. And I smiled back. I had missed him quite much, since it had been many days since I last saw him.

" Niall!" Harry exclaimed excitedly and ran to me, pulling me in to a bear hug. But he pulled away before he really even hugged me and took a new look at my face with his brows burrowed

" Niall what the hell has happened to your face?" Harry asked and I could see the fire in my best friend's eyes.

" Who did this to you? Wait, it wasn't him? Of course it was him!" Harry shouted and I was trying to keep the poker face. Now, keep calm Niall.

" Calm down Harry! No one did this to me" I reasoned my best friend, hoping that even tho I was a shit liar this time it would work.

" Then how the fuck does your face look like that Niall?"

" I- fell down the stairs."

I was met by Harry's studying motherly look. He was scanning my face and the hands on my shoulders felt like pipes that were plugged on your body while taking a polygraph test.

" Are you sure?" Harry looked at me sharply and I was terrified of getting caught.

" Harry I'm sure! I'm fine. I just fell down the stairs."

" I swear to god if Rick has anything to do-"

" No! Rick has done nothing. Actually he, he cleaned me up and took care of me" I quickly lied. Oh great. I wasn't planning to go so deep with this, but seems like I already am so deep in this shit that there's no going back.

" Rick? As in your the asshole who doesn't let you have a normal life but instead lock you up in his house?"

" I'm not locked in there Harry. As you can see right now, I can get away." I almost flinched at the last part. I couldn't get away. Harry looked at me for a long moment, before sighing and I knew he had given up and swallowed the lies I fed him. He turned and started walking to the counter.

As I turned to follow, I saw Zayn standing on the doorway looking very, very disappointed. What's up with everyone today looking like a concerned mothers?

"I'm having a customer coming up Niall, but as always you can hang here as long as you want." Harry mentioned while surfing on his computer. I was sitting on a chair next to the counter playing with the bell on it.

" That's okay, I'll be hanging here for a while." I answered. Suddenly I felt like somebody was looking at me and I turned my head around until I met the gaze of hazel eyes. Zayn was knelt by the drawer in the corner his eyes locked in me.