Hybrid Love, Ziall

You're home its okay

Zayn POV:
"Bu-but, I don't-lik-e the cast"
"Sorry Ni, but you need to keep it on"
"Whyy" Niall whines.
"Sh, do you want to come down stairs to watch TV with me?"
He just makes grabby hands for me, so I pick him up and carry him down the stairs. I set him in the den and walk into the kitchen to make him some food. I make him an egg sandwich with milk.
"Here you go Niall. Eat up, you need the energy"
Niall scoffs but eats the food while watching Modern Family.
I sit down next to him,careful of his wings.
After he had finished all of his food, he drifted asleep. I smiled to myself, picking up his empty plate and glass putting them in the dishwasher, I sat in a chair by the couch and fell asleep. I awoke to a crash, and to see that the house was dark but I could see a tiny bit. "Niall?" I called out. All I got back was a whimper and a chuckle. I turned around facing the kitchen entrance. I balled my fists at what I saw, A man holding Niall back with a knife at his throat. "Z-ayn"Niall said softly. "Shut the fuck up"said the Man with a slap to Nialls face. "Don't.fucking. Touch. Him." I said through gritted teeth.
"What are you going to do about it"said the man darkly. With that he shoved Niall over and walked over to me, before I could even react he kicked me in the stomach. It was enough to knock me down, blood coming out of my mouth. I looked over at Niall, shocked with how he looked, his eyes were red and he ripped of his casts on his wings. His feathers were spiked out in a rage type of manner.He snarled at the mans back,making him turn around and back up tripping over me. I groan as he falls over me his heel digging in my stomach. Niall walked over to the man, picking him up by the neck. From what I could see, the man was pawing at Nialls hand trying to get him off of him.
"Don't ever come back, or I will kill you" Niall said venom lacing his words. With that he walked towards the door, still holding the man, literally throwing him out into the road. He ran over to me looking more like himself. "Zayn?" He asked with worry in his voice. That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.