Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Epilogue

LAST PART OF THIS STORY, EVER. SOMEONE SHOOT ME BEFORE I CAN WRITE IT DX

Buuut, it is really fluffy and cute, so *gulps back tears* I hope you like it...

NO THAT'S A LIE, I HOPE YOU HATE IT SO I HAVE TO RE WRITE IT AND I'LL BE HAPPY JUST BECUASE I CAN WRITE IT STILL D': YES, THAT'S HOW SAD I AM...

My laptop makes a watery sound when I keep my headphones in and click different things:D

*Cries silently* Even that should doesn't help my lonely heart.

E-Enjoy DX I'm dead. I'm dead.

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Zayn's POV.

I stared down at the all in one suit that laid on the bed, as if hoping if I stared long enough if would dissapear into nothingness. No such luck. I sighed, in almost frustration.

"Liam do I really have to wear thi-" I started to shout, but it was cut off.

My eyes were covered and I was shut off into darkness. I let out a squeal, raising my hands up in an instant. I felt another fleshy material under my small hands and realized someone had covered my eyes with their hands. And it was only me and Liam in the house.

As if to prove to me, I heard his voice next to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Guess who?" He whispered almost seducivly, his breath tickling my neck.

"Get off you idiot!" I crooned, grabbing at his hands and trying to pull them off, with no success as he was stronger than me.

"Guess who first, babe!" He laughed, not so close to my neck anymore.

I smirked, getting an idea. "Oh, I don't know, is it my other secret boyfriend?" I asked, resisting the urge to laugh.

I heard Liam grumble, but he replied just as playfully. "Oh, nope, not him, I taught him not to mess with something that's mine, and trust me, he'll be leaving you alone" He said, and I could tell he was smirking by his voice.

"Fine, fine, is it the apple of my eye, my beloved boyfriend Liam?" I asked in a sarcastic voice.

"Bingo!" He cheered, letting go of my face and spinning me around. I was instantly met with his lips.

I smiled against them, being grateful for every second with him. I was grateful to be alive. I had been to the hospital and I had my nose broken in 10 different places! I had fractured my ankle, brusied my entire ribcage and I was going to have an operation on it soon so I could breathe easier.

I had fractured my skull and slit my forehead and had several large cuts and bruises littering my arms and legs. My left wrist was fractured in 3 places had to wear a small cast on it so that I couldn't move my thumb much. I had stitches on the cut on my forehead, and on the ones on my head, arms and legs. My ankle had a small cast, the same as my wrist, but it wasn't a proper one, more like a wrap.

I had broken a few ribs, but they were healing well and my whole torso was covered in horrid bruises that would take up to 2 months to fade. Until I could have the operation I couldn't do any sports or walk/run too fast or I would get out of breath and stop breathing.

I had lost most of the feeling in my chin and jaw area from  so many punches and I was slowly getting the felling back in them. Yesterday I had gotten the wire taken from my jaw that I had to get put in to make sure it took it's right shape. I had it put in 2 weeks before, so for the past 2 weeks I couldn't really speak too well and had a bit of a lisp. It was slowly fading, and I was so glad, becuase I hated it, but Liam loved it and thought it was 'adorable' and 'just precious'