Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

Chapter 28: are we the hunters? or are we the prey?

Chapter title from game of survival by Ruelle

Hello lovely people!
Shit is going downnn, I hope you're all as excited for it as I am! We're around 10 chapters away from the end of this book, and it's been an incredible experience to experiment with different emotions and character traits with my writing.
I've already written next weeks chapter, and if your lucky you might get it early. I had an idea for this book and I might follow through with it if its something you guys want, I'll let you know in the next chapter!
Enjoy!

He sinks down, letting out a slow breath. I run my hands up his thighs, settling them on his waist. My fingers carve gentle circles into his skin while he regains control of his breathing. He looks perfect sitting on my lap, a thin sheen of sweat coating his pale skin. I press my mouth to Niall's, and he meets me in a passionate kiss.

I press my tongue into his mouth, swallowing the moan that comes with it. "Jesus, your incredible," I groan, throwing my head back.

He attaches himself to my neck with a giggle, running his hands down my bare torso. He rises onto his knees only to sink back down again. A guttural groan escapes my mouth, making my toes curl into the floor.

It's always baffled me how someone as sweet and loving as Niall can turn into a perfect wet dream in a matter of minutes. It's erotic. There's nothing in this world that I can compare to the feelings that suffocate me when his eyes darken, taking on that beautiful deep blue glow.

"Fucking hell," he whimpers, sinking down once again. My fingertips push into the fleshy skin at his hips, no doubt hard enough to leave marks long after this moment. Not that I mind. There's something so empowering knowing that no matter where we are, whether it be across the room or seven hours away, his hips will hold my memory.

The door slams open, and a surge of anger passes through me at the sound. I pull Niall off me (despite how much he resists), throwing a blanket to cover us. Looking up, I see Liam's wide eyes on mine, but I know it's not because of what he walked into. Niall lets out a whine, dropping his head onto the arm of the sofa.

I look over at his pained face, gripping the blanket around my waist, "You better have a fucking good reason-"

Liam swipes a hand over his face like he's over our bullshit. "Look lovebirds, you need to get your fucking pants on, they know!"

The blood drains from my face, "What?" I whisper.

"They know about you, you need to go right now." He rushes, "I'll give you an hour to be at the car, alright?"

I nod, and he turns to leave without another word. My breathing comes harshly in my ears, the room fading in and out of focus along with it. Shit. I try to breathe, but it's like I've forgotten how.

1, 2, 3, in.

1, 2, 3, out.

One of Niall's hands rests on my cheek, the other placing one of mine at his heart. "Breathe with me, alright?"

I nod, syncing my breath with the rise and fall of his chest. When my senses come back to me I slump against him, his arms wrapping around me. It's not long after that we get up from our place on the couch and finally put some clothes on. We split into our rooms, gathering anything we need and throwing it in our suitcases. I'm not surprised to see Niall's guitar case along with him.

When we make it to my car, Liam and I put the suitcases in the boot while Niall settles himself in the passenger seat. He gave me a knowing look as we approached the car, one that told me he knew we needed a minute alone.

Liam rests a hand on my shoulder, "You guys will be okay, I'm sure of it."

I nod, sending him a grateful smile, "I hope so." He gestures for me to go on, "I just... I have no idea where we're going to go, all my places are tied up with my father." I stress, trying to keep my voice down so I don't worry Niall.

"It's alright, I'm sure you can figure something out, stay in a hotel the night or something, yeah?" he steadies me, encompassing me in a hug while I nod.

I breathe him in, "I'm gonna miss you."

He smiles against my shoulder, sniffing once, "I'll miss you too, but I'll feel better knowing your safe."

We break apart, and I make my way over to the driver's side when he calls out to me, "Don't be a stranger!"

I grin, turning back to him, "You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

I slip into the car, looking over at Niall who is staring out the window. I place a hand on his thigh, and he turns to me, nodding before we finally leave. I see Liam waving us off in the rear vision mirror, and a pang of grief floods through me in an instant. He's the one thing from this hellish life I'm going to miss. Now I know how Niall feels.

"Good?" Niall asks, studying my profile.

I nod, taking a cleansing breath, "good."

The drive is silent for a while, like we've both run out of things to say. We barely had any time together once we found out. According to the menacing glances being thrown our way on the walkout, news has spread fast. I can't believe that he would do something like this. I thought once he could scrounge up a bit of humanity in his black heart and be a compassionate human being. But like every other time I've let myself hope, I get knocked down with a crippling blow. My knuckles tighten on the steering wheel, my restrained anger peaking through at the edges. I pull over, letting myself take a breath for a moment. Niall's only just realised the emotional turmoil I'm going through, and he rests a hand on mine.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" I scoff, "Everything is wrong, Niall, they found out about us, we can't go back, and we have nowhere to go."

I see the hurt flash across his eyes for a moment, and he pulls back slightly, "it's okay, we'll figure something out."

Anger flares back up again. I'm willing myself to stop, telling myself that anger will only make it worse, "like what?"

Niall goes silent. The cars cruise past us down the road like beams of light, unaware of the tension happening outside their bubble. When I think he won't answer me, his reply is small: "We could stay at Harry's?"

I freeze, the Harry? "Would that be okay with him?"

Niall nods, "Yeah, he always said that I could stay with him if I needed somewhere to go."

"Okay," I consider, handing him my phone, "let's do that then."

"Sorry," I murmur.

He nods, squeezing my hand a little.

He inputs the address into the GPS, the tense silence settling over us once again. That is until he puts music on, the kind of music you can't help but know every word to. Eventually, we're singing along to I Kissed a Girl at the top of our lungs, a fitting choice if I do say so myself. The anger dissipates with every look on Niall's passionate face. If my father wants to take this away from me, he's going to have to try fucking hard.