Stay with Me || Ziall Horlik

Chapter Fourteen [To be loved, to be in love]

"Babe, would you stop stressing?"

Zayn chuckles, watching as Niall paces his room. Clothes are strewn everywhere and it almost looks like a teenage girls room [A/N you kno (; ] Closer to a tornado if he's being honest. "Zayn, can't do that." Niall says, his brogue a bit thicker when he's upset. Zayn picked up on that within the first week of meeting Niall.

Come to think of it, Zayn knew a lot of things about Niall that he didn't quite understand.

"It's just dinner, nothing to be stressed about!" Niall turns around from staring in his closet. Giving Zayn a look that can only be expressed as annoyance. It's oddly adorable and he can't help but to giggle at Niall's 'brooding' look.

"It's dinner, with your parents!" Niall shakes his head, putting his head in his hands, Zayn stops laughing for a moment, smiling fondly at Niall before pulling them away from his face.

"Hey.. it's going to be okay. I promise. They'll love every ounce of you as I do."

Niall doesn't say anything for a long moment, looking down at the ground before back up at Zayn. "Are you sure?" Niall asks sincerely and Zayn thinks that he couldn't of picked anyone any sweeter or sensitive for the matter.

"Positive."

Niall cracks a smile and reaches up on his toes to kiss Zayn's lips softly before turning back to his closet. Niall pushes a few clothes back on the hanger before reaching in the back to find his best suit. When he finally manages to get it loose from whatever its stuck on it, he furrows his eyebrows in confusion when he takes a long look at it.

"I forgot about this..." Niall mumbles, looking at it for a long moment. "I'm sure I've worn it, but I can't quite place where." After a moment he simply shrugs his shoulders and starts to try it on.

"Ni you don't need to wear a suit. Wear that grey knitted jumper that I love so much." Niall groans, taking the jacket off and placing it back on the hanger.

"Always so needy aren't you?" Niall smirks, putting the suit in the back of his closet and moving to grab the sweater that is on laying on the bed, perfectly unharmed from the tornado around them.

"This was the first thing I picked out Zee, I just wasted all that time trying on awful and- Itchy might I add!"

"But you looked so cute trying on clothes... also kind of gave me the chance to see you shirtless a few times." Zayn smirks, licking his lips as Niall places a grey tee over his body.

"Pervert."

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"Are you ready for this?" Zayn asks, looking over at Niall as they sit parked outside of his parents house. Niall is practically shaking like a leaf in his wool jumper, even with the warm air blowing softly on his skin.

"Not really so do you think we could-" Zayn shakes his head, leaning over to kiss Niall's lips. Zayn's got a bit of chap stick on and Niall can hardly taste any nicotine on Zayn's tongue, which can only mean he's worried that his mum will know that he hasn't quit smoking like he promised so long ago.

Niall is positive that he is just as nervous as he is, but Zayn has always been good at hiding things like that. A natural talent that is always improving when he has to do something he isn't comfortable with.

"We can do this." Zayn says quietly before pulling away. Niall takes a deep breath and nods, getting out of the truck and heading onto the sidewalk, Zayn at his side only seconds later. Their hands intertwined.

"I love you." Niall whispers when Zayn rings the door bell. Zayn smiles brightly, kissing his hair and mumbling something along the lines of loving him more.

The door opens and Niall is immediately flooded with sights, smells and warmth all at once. He really isn't sure who has wrapped him into a hug, but they're soft and smells an awful like linen and the perfume that his mum use to wear when he was little and still loved his father.

"Mum..." Zayn groans, Niall smiles when she lets go of him and she looks up at Zayn, "What? He can't have a hug?" Niall looks at Zayn for an answer but he just shakes his head, smiling warmly.

Niall hates that he had dreaded going to Zayn's parents house, because everything about is warm and friendly, and it's everything that Niall wished he had when he was younger.

The smell of spices are in every room you walk into, and not to the point of being overwhelmed. Pictures cover almost every surface that it may take a few times of coming here to see them all.

After Zayn's mum had given him a hug, he gets two more, one from Saffaa who is nothing but bright smiles and red cheeks followed by Doniya who if he isn't mistaken is older than Zayn. She hardly shows it, joking around with Niall as if they had known each other their entire lives.

Yaser is only quiet and solemn for a few minutes during the dinner before he is laughing along with everyone else. Its entirely perfect, but Niall still notices that they have a place at dinner left for someone they all miss terribly. Moments that are quiet, Niall knows should be filled with sound of Waliyha's voice, her laughter.

They don't say her name.

"Let me help?" Niall asks, placing a few cups by the sink. Trisha shakes her head, grabbing the plate out of Niall's hand. "Can't have you do that, you're a guest love. But if you wait a moment I can show you some awful, embarrassing pictures of Zayn when he was a baby."

"Please do, would love copies if you have them." Niall winks, before turning to see Zayn in the doorway. He gives Niall a tired smile before holding his hand out, tugging Niall with him outside.

"Your family is so lovely Zee."

Zayn shakes his head, "Those are just the outer-shell of what this family use to be."

Niall swallows thickly as he watches Zayn pace the back porch. "They don't ever say her name, or talk about her, and at some point, they took all of her recent photos down and I had to search this house top to bottom to find them."

Zayn laughs, running his fingers through his hair. "I put them all back up." Niall hasn't ever seen this side of Zayn before, and it sort of makes him realize how much he needs Niall. How much they really need each other.

"C'mere." Niall mumbles, pulling Zayn towards him by his shirt. "Give me a kiss and then go back in there and look at your damn baby photos with me, because no matter how hurt and upset they're that she left, they still need you."

"Anger never had gotten me anywhere..." Niall looks up at Zayn, searching his eyes. "If I were still upset, I wouldn't of gotten you... would be rightfully a mess."

"If I'm not mistaken you're-"

Niall shakes his head, "Yeah, yeah yeah. Shouldn't take food in theaters, should pay taxes. Those are things that I won't be giving up. Even if the declares me a mess."

Zayn just kisses him after that.

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