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It's been a week since Niall can fully leave the hospital and enter the rehab he promised, that he would get better. I'll be by his side no matter what, but Niall will have to find the courage to change his old ways and not land in the hospital again.

Luckily the rehabilitation center is connected to the hospital in a way nicer design and I get to wait for Niall three times a week to show that I'm always here for him. It's only been day three and I think he's been making progress.

Niall been a lot happier and been more affectionate towards me. It's nice when Niall wants to cuddle with me and whisper sweet stuff about me, I rather have that than aggressive Niall that wants me to ride him.

But riding Niall wouldn't be so bad, I pray that I could get pregnant and have his babies.

"Zayn Malik." The lady at the desk questioned me and I snap out of my weird intensive thinking.

"Yes?"

"Niall Horan isn't cooperating with the therapist and he requested your help."

"Of course." I say with a smile heading into the a large room looking at a annoyed Niall and a semi sweating therapist.

"Hello Zayn. Nice to finally meet you, please take a seat." The therapist says politely extending his hand and I shake it.

"Hello Dr..."

"Dr. Marcel. Pleasure to me you Zayn and I've called you in here to speak with Niall about not cooperating with me."

"Bullshït!" Niall sneered.

"Niall please don't curse that the doctor, he's trying to help you." I say softly grabbing his hand.

"He probably not even a real
therapist. Niall mumbles under his breath.

"I am a real therapist, can you just please answer the questions I have provided for you." Dr. Marcel huffed, as he adjusted his glasses.

"I'm not comfortable answering them when Zayn is here."

"I disagree, Zayn should be here." Marcel shot back.

"You can do this Niall. I believe in you." I say and gave him a kiss on the cheek for added confidence.

"Okay. I'll answer them." Niall sighted in defeat, but kept both hands on my lap, so laced my fingers against his.

Our hands fit perfectly together and I couldn't help, but grin. I finally am happy at this point with Niall, he's going through something bad, but once he get pass this, I can be with him someone that makes me happy, he's the sun.

"When did you first started purging yourself." Marcel says scribbling something down his notepad.

"I lived in Ireland and my family was very poor at the time. I was a chubby child until I stopped eating to save food for my family. I started to purge just to get rid of my fatty stomach and exercising wasn't doing enough." Niall admittedly truthfully.

"Then what happened?"

"When I skinny enough, I stopped making myself throw up, but I've craved it so I can maintain to have the perfect skinny body. I never wanted to be fat again." Niall says with a stern face, but I can feel the pain behind his vocal. I rubbed his pale knuckles with my thumb.

"Do you feel that you excessive eating caused your family to starve? Do you feel responsible for over eating which led them to not having enough food?" Marcel carefully questioned.

"Yeah, I felt that if I stop eating than they wouldn't have to fed me so much and I purged myself to make me feel horrible and to use it for punishment." Niall says sadly and I wiped a tear that was falling down my face.

"Would you like to say something Zayn?" Marcel offered and Niall gave me this vulnerable look, as if I'm going to leave him.

"I didn't know this about Niall and I'm happy that he finally told someone about his past, it's not your fault Niall. It's okay to eat and not feel guilty about your family being poor, you survive it and now you can be free."

"Do you feel better that Zayn has accepted your past?"

"Yes, I was scared that if he knew the truth about my past that he wouldn't want to be with me, but I know Zayn will always be by my side no matter." Niall says in a happier tone in his voice.

"Great job Niall for opening up, I'll see Monday. You've done great progress today." Marcel says finishing up writing. I waved goodbye to Dr. Marcel and headed home holding Niall's hand.

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I cuddled with Niall on the bed, practically on top of his body, as I curl my face against his neck.

"You okay Niall?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just feel a weight as been lifting up my shoulders. I feel much better about myself. I'm glad that you pushed me to do the rehab thing. Thank you Zayn."

"Anytime Niall. I know you've been stress this week with rehab and snapping at Marcel, so I'm going to relive you from your stress."

"How?"

I didn't answer him, I just kissed his soft lips and tugged on his PJ's and grabbed his shaft making him moan loudly.

I pray I don't make a fool of myself giving him a blowjob and it ends up terrible.

"This is my first time doing this, so go easy on him if I don't make you feel good." I say, then I put his Irish shaft into my mouth.

Guessing my Niall's face who looked Iike he was going to cüm any second, I seemed to be doing a good job at sucking him off.

"Are you are this is your first time doing this?" Niall moans curly up his toes trying his hardest not to cüm soon.

I giggle sending vibrations on Niall's cøck making him fist the bed sheets.

I jerk and deep throated it until he came hard into my mouth, his hair all sëxed out and he looked extremely hot all worn out.

"Thank you for that Zayn." Niall sleepy smiled kissing me on the lips.

"Anytime."

"Remind me to repay you." Niall grins tackling me on the bed and I laugh loudly as he holds me tightly around my waist.

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