Morphine Runaway « Nouis

Chapter 14

"Here", Louis murmured as he pulled out his wallet and began flipping through his money, handing Lottie a fair amount. "Go do something for a couple hours, Shamus is downstairs waiting for you."

She looked up from her laptop, extremely confused. "What, I'm -"

"I said leave, Lottie." He grabbed her by the upper arm, getting her up onto her feet and guided her towards the door, grabbing her jacket, phone and purse along the way.

She snatched her things away from him, scowling. "I'm telling mum that you're being a complete -"

Louis scoffed before she could finish, rolling his eyes. "Blah, blah, blah - great. Get out and don't come back until ten o'clock."

"Louis!" She whined as her older brother nudged her out the door, picking up her heels and tossed them out with her and abruptly closed the door before she could get another word out.

There was a loud thump on the door as Louis walked away, choosing to ignore Lottie's tantrum and made his way upstairs.

"Niall," he knocked on the bedroom door. "You awake?"

The door opened after a few brief seconds passed, "Why wouldn't I be awake, it's six o'clock."

He shrugged, walking into the bedroom without an invitation. "How long are you going to stay cooped up in here?" Louis cut right to the point, seeing no use in toeing around the obvious.

"I don't know, does it really matter because you'll waltz in here whenever you want anyways." He huffed, plopping down on the end of the bed with more than a slight annoyance present in his voice and tone.

Louis stopped his movements, having been looking around the bedroom and whatnot. "Excuse me?"

Niall momentarily pressed his lips together, then crossed his arms over his chest with a small shrug. "I mean you want to have sex with me right, so go ahead. Fuck me like everyone else does, stop playing these messed up head games and get it over with."

"And what games could I possibly be playing with you?" He questioned, suddenly interested on Niall's perspective because he hadn't thought about anything from more than his own angle.

He stood up and went to the window, facing the busy city surrounding them. "You act like you care but you don't, when you did what you did in the shower.. All that showed me was that this is a game to you, you don't care at all. You're exactly like everyone else."

"Did the others take you out, buy you things you wanted?" Louis murmured from behind him, keeping his place by the dresser.

"No," he snapped.

"I could do that for you." Louis spoke, choosing to ignore Niall's attitude.

He turned around, shifting his weight around on his feet. "That's not what I want from you, I want you to actually give a fuck about me. I'm a person, treat me like one."

"But I want to spoil you, give you things you've never had or experienced before." He stepped towards him, pulling him flush against his body.

Niall squirmed out of his arms, "I've been bought too many times, Liam is supposed to be my last - my freedom. And I can't screw that up."

"So you're just going to keep allowing him abuse you then?" Louis shot back, flipping his attitude like a switch. "Even after you've begged me to care about you, treat you better?"

Niall shrugged, "He's okay when I do everything he wants."

Louis laughed, amused by this entire situation. "You've got to be fucking kidding me, this is bollocks. Niall you don't want him, you've told me so dozens of times."

He shrugged again, pressing his lips together before he spoke. "Can I call Liam?"

"Do whatever you want, you're a fucking idiot if you think he's what you want." Louis pulled his phone from his trouser pocket, throwing it on the bed and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door closed behind himself.

Niall wiped his eyes, picking up the phone and found Liam's contact number.

"If Zayn catches me on his bloody phone, I'm telling him it's your fault." Liam snapped the moment he answered.

"It's me, Niall." He spoke up, "Can you come get me soon? I don't want to stay with Louis anymore, he's - I just want to leave here."

There was a hushed conversation on the other end before Liam answered, "Pack your things and I'll send a car. You can stay at the house alone until Saturday when Zayn and I are back, and you'll be accompanied by a guard understood?"

"Yes," he answered robotically, wishing things hadn't come to this but he doesn't trust himself with Louis and he didn't want to get them both killed in the process.

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Zayn poked his head around the corner, looking into the kitchen and saw Liam talking on the phone by the running dishwasher. "Daddy!"

Liam murmured words into the phone before he hung up, completely powering down his device and set it face down on the counter. "What, I was checking that the dishwasher was working properly."

"Were not, I saw you on your phone." He pouted, crossing his arms over his little puffed out chest. "You said no phones, only for me to call Niall."

Liam scooped him up, repeatedly kissing his cheek and carried him back to the living room. "I know, I know. It's put away now and I won't touch it again, yeah."

Zayn nodded, getting comfortable in Liam's lap once they were seated together. "Is Niall your boyfriend?"

"No," he answered quickly, only to realize that that probably wasn't the best response considering it would open countless doors.

He furrowed his brow, "But you kiss and things, boyfriends do that."

"We're a different type of... Boyfriends." Liam mumbled, wanting to avoid this conversation all together but he'd back himself into a corner.

"Well what kind then, daddy?" Zayn pressed, relentless on the topic which was extremely out of character.

Liam sighed, "Zayn no more questions, you don't need to know details. Niall is our house guest, that's it."

He huffed out a breath, knowing when he shouldn't push the limits. "Can I get a haircut?"

"Maybe, why? Don't you like your hair the way it is?" Liam questioned with a furrowed brow because Zayn's never asked to do anything different with his hair.

He shrugged, "It's too hot. Can you use the thingy you use on your face and get rid of my long hairs?"

"I don't think you're going to like a buzz cut," he commented with a laugh trying to picture his son completely bald.

Zayn shook his head, "Only cut some, leave a tiny bit of hairs but short ones."

"I don't know babe, I'll think about it." Liam settled, not giving him a definite no but definitely not a committed yes.

"Okay," he sighed. "I miss Loki and Niall, when do we go home? I like it here but I miss them too."

"We'll go back in a few days," he leaned forward and grabbed the remote. "Let's watch a movie together and not worry, yeah."