Tan Lines and Closed Eyes ( Ziall AU)

Chapter 9

Niall's pow

I hadn't talked to Zayn for a week. And how I felt about it? Like shit.

He had tried to call and text me several times and I had to shut my phone to avoid Rick finding out. But what could I do? I wanted to call him back, I wanted to get away from here and I wanted to see Zayn and I wanted him to hug me like he does. I couldn't help but feel a big part of me long for him.

But this situation was so fucked up, that I was too afraid to do anything else but just distance myself from the society and take it all.

Today I was actually gonna break the isolation and Harry was coming over. Rick told me that he had to go to a big meeting to another city and he was staying at the hotel. So basically I had a whole night and the whole house for me and my long time best friend. Which meant party, including two people, yay.

I always look forward hanging out with Harry, since Rick is being a dick and wont let me hang out with him. But what he doesn't know wont hurt him right?

But really, it was amazing to let it loose for a while, since the whole week had been tiptoeing around the house, trying to avoid any hectic situations.

Rick has gotten worse. The beating has gotten worse. My life has gotten worse. But I'm breathing and my heart is beating.

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" Nialler! I've missed you." I let Harry close me in his embrace and I hug him back. My head is laying on Harry's shoulder, face in a grimace. Harry is scrunching me right there where Rick kicked me yesterday. He doesn't hurt my face. Of course he hasn't, I'm still his exhibit in Rick's different evening gatherings and boring parties which he's insisted to go because of his job. We have to keep up the mask.

" Yes, we've been happily married for a long time now. Oh yes we have a lovely house Mrs. Jackson. Niall here is very keen on decorating and designing."

" I've missed you too Harold." I smiled at him in a friendly manner and we moved ourselves to the living room. Harry had brought drinks with him, of course he had.

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" And you know, he came back two days back. He wanted to get another tattoo. It was a little one. But it was really nice. He's very nice. I, I really hope he came back for me. I hope his gay. But I'm not sure. He seems a little gay. What do you think Niall, do you think he's gay? Do you think I have a change with him?" Harry had been rambling the whole night about that Louis guy. And yes I remembered his name, Harry made sure of it. He had it really bad I could tell.

" Oh c'mon Harry. He was totally gay."

" Yeah? What makes you think so? And... do you think that I... that me and him could ever?" Harry was biting his lip as the trailer off, and I couldn't help but let out a laugh and took a sip of my beer.

" Harry Edward Styles. Where's your gaydar? He SO had this I-prefer-dick-look in his eyes. And he had waaay too much style to be a straight guy." I patted Harry on the shoulder. " And with that smile, you could have anyone." Harry's smile only widened at that. I swear someday that smile will rip his face apart and he would look like straight from the horror movies. Okay that was kinda weird. But Harry, he's always so cheerful and he just lives on with the circle of life being whoever fuck he wants to be and washes over everyone with his thirst for life, like a tsunami.

"Niall! Back to ee-arth!" Suddenly fingers snapped in front of my eyes and I realized Harry had asked me something.

"I'm sorry, I dazed of. What was it?" Harry just shook his head and took a sip of his bottle.