Niall's POW
Once again, I found myself in the middle of the night being bandaged at Zayn's apartment. It had took a lot of convincing and begging for Zayn so he wouldn't take me to the hospital. I knew Zayn still wanted to get me to the hospital, and probably to the cops but he didn't force me or try to decide for me and I was thankful.
I was quietly sitting on Zayn's lap on his bed. I had to sit in his lap so he could bandage my forehead, but now he was done.Neither of us had so far made a attempt to move. Everything was peacefully quiet, me resting myself against Zayn chest and he rubbing my back soothingly. I was listening to the reposeful traffic at the nightly streets, and Zayn were probably too. I could also hear Zayn's shooting breathing, steady heartbeat and Liam's faint snoring from the next room. The time was around 1 am and my eyelids were growing tired.
"I'm scared Zayn." I honestly stated out of nowhere. Zayn hummed at that and tightened his grip around me.
"I know. But think about this this way, fear is like a superpower. All the adrenaline makes your think smarter and run faster. It's not a weakness." Zayn's hushed voice rang in my ears. I just smiled hazily at that, almost feeling like I was high. My head was hurting, and my body was sore but I was feeling good, better than for a long time and that was enough to keep me satisfied in this moment.
" Niall." Zayn's lovely voice said out my name and it was like the worlds strongest drug for me.
" Yeah?" I croaked out.
" I hate to bring this up, but, are you thinking about telling Harry?"
The question made me dead quiet and I started thinking about it. I hadn't been thinking about it.
"Harry saw, you know. Some of the, bruises. He had a serious break down at the parlor one day, when he figured out you might be abused."
I already felt bad for Harry. I hadn't realized that he really cared that much, that he was that worried. And that had seen the bruises, oh my.
"...I'm aware, that I have to tell him.Yeah." I said sleepily. Then I let out a yawn that almost made my eyes water.
Zayn chuckled and suddenly laid down.
" You are tired. Get some sleep, we can talk tomorrow." He told me, and I didn't protect at all. I closed my eyes and in no time arrived the honeybooboo land of dreams.
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When we woke up, Liam had already left and Zayn threw a guess that he had disappeared to his girlfriend's. They were what you would call a clingy couple, always on each other. I bet they were a cute couple, even thought straight couples in the same room as me always made me feel really uncomfortable and a thought of vagina made me puke a little in my mouth.
After a little chat over breakfast and after me getting tired of Zayn's convincing, we decided to go meet Harry. I wasn't even close to ready to tell Harry, but I don't think I'll ever will.
Zayn's flat were thankfully nearby the parlor, so I get to have some exercise for a change when we choose to walk. The weather was a nice for a change, too, so a walk with Zayn was actually a quite nice idea.We got to the parlor, and Zayn opened the door for me. I smiled fondly to myself at that gesture and stepped in.Out of all the many things that I did expect to see, I didn't see any of these when I lifted my gaze. Because right in front of us, were Harold, glad in his Calvin Klein's and he seemed to be pretty excited if you know what I'm saying. And he wasn't alone. With him was the familiar Louis, wearing nothing. Yeah, nothing. Okay, awkward, okay.
Not only that, but the couple were deep in a make out session, Louis on the table and Harry in between his legs. And they didn't even notice our entrance.
" Oh. Oh! My eyes!" I heard Zayn go behind me, and that made the couple wake up to the reality and notice our preference. They jumped away from each other, and Harold let out a surprised sound. The Louis-guy tried to cover himself with his hands, poor guy.
"Ni-Niall! Zayn! It's-I mean-" Harry turned bright red.
" Zayn we should probably leave!" I said, holding back a laugh.
" Yeah totally.Continue lads! " Zayn quickly took my hand and dragged me out of the building. It all happened so fast, but yeah, I felt the sparks. When the door closed behind us, me and Zayn turned to look at each other with shocked but amused looks on our faces.
" My eyes are burning." Zayn whispered and I just burst out laughing, Zayn following me. We stood there laughing, and people were looking at us like we were freaks, but I really didn't have a care in the world.
" Wasn't that the guy from before which Harry undressed with his eyes while ago, Louis was he?" Zayn asked when he calmed down a little.
" Yeah it was, oh my god I'm traumatized for a lifetime." I just laughed, and when I finally calmed down myself, I found Zayn looking at me smiling.
" What?" I asked, and my cheeks started heating a little from embarrassment.
" I love your laugh." Zayn stated.
A big smile ripped on my face, and I just simply smiled like an idiot at that statement, cause I was unable to find the words. I was mentally slapping myself. I probably couldn't tell what's my name if I were asked at the moment. We smiled at each other for like minutes straight, never breaking the eye contact between us. Finally Zayn broke it, and we both awkwardly chuckled.
" Do you wanna, like, get a coffee while these two horny bastards finish their business?" Zayn asked me. I kept on smiling, and managed to nod.
" Yeah, that would be, great." I hoped I didn't sound too eager, which I probably did.
It was the best coffee I had had for a long time.
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Well ok it's been here for a quite while but now I'm really starting to get annoyed.
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Things in my life... they're fine I guess. I mean I'm gonna hang with my crush next weekend and i'm nervous af but then again there's finally happening something other than flirting through texts sooooo
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