S(l)ave Me

XIX

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Zayn had crashed Niall and Harry's quiet dinner. Well, if the way Harry was sitting in Niall's lap was any indication, the dinner wouldn't have been quiet for much longer. He'd asked Niall if they could talk for a moment and Niall agreed, but Harry didn't move. Alone, he'd said. Niall let the seriousness of the topic set in and asked Harry to take their food into the kitchen and put it in the fridge for leftovers. Niall and Zayn had moved to Niall's study and now Zayn was fidgeting with his fingers and looking at the soft beige carpeting.

"What is it, Zee?"

"If I tell you something you have to promise you won't tell anyone, not even Harry."

Niall sat up straighter. "Is it really bad?"

"It's not good." He lifted his head up to look at Niall with heavy eyes.

"Tell me, Zayn."

"Promise. I have to have your word that you understand this is of the utmost secrecy."

"I swear."

Zayn nodded, let his head fall back down, and rubbed his sweating palms on his lap. "I want to take Liam from Marcus. I can't let them be paired. He doesn't belong with that prick, he belongs..." Zayn sighed as his eyes shut with the weight of his recent realizations. "He belongs with me."

They were quiet for a moment, the air thick with dark words and what Zayn intended to do. Then Niall broke the silence with a loud clap and Zayn looked up to see him smiling wide, eyes lit in the dim room. "Finally!"

"What?"

"I have been waiting," he drawled, "for you to man up and grow a pair. Now we're talking. Let's get your slave back!"

"Niall," Zayn warned, "we can't just take him. As much as I want to." Niall could hear the want, could practically feel it. They always talk about how much a slave needs his Master, but they don't really discuss how much a Master needs his slave. "But Marcus-"

"Is a big, bad man. Yeah, I know. He owns us. I get it. But Zayn," Niall got up and went to sit next to Zayn, pulling him into him and squeezing his shoulder, "you deserve to be happy. And Liam is what makes you happy. I've been waiting for something to come along that could possibly repay what you've done for me and Harry, and now I can." He pet Zayn's hair for a moment and leaned back with his same smile still painted across his lips.

"If he finds out I'm doing this, and that you're helping me, he will ruin us."

"Do you love him?"

Zayn shot back from Niall in surprise. "Marcus?! I think you've got it messed-"

Niall covered Zayn's babbling mouth with his hand. "Liam. Do you love Liam?" He uncovered Zayn's mouth but Zayn didn't answer right away. Instead Niall saw as Zayn's eyes took on a faraway look and his mouth spread slowly into a dopey smile. "I'll take that as yes?"

Zayn bit his lips to keep his smile in check and nodded. "So much."

"Then we do this. Because he's yours, Zayn. He belongs to you, and you deserve him."

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"How though?" Liam asked for what seemed like the four hundredth time.

I can't tell you. I don't want you involved at all. You just have to trust me.