Words Can't Describe How Much I Love You ( Zianourry )

Chapter 1

Niall's POV

" We thank God for the food he hath provide us , and tomorrow where we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ the Son , we hope he blesses us . Amen " My father spoke solemnly , as we sat at the dinner table on Ghristmas Eve .

My palms were sweating like mad , I was supposed to tell them already but    I was too scared about how they would react , I wiped them on my trousers quickly .  My mother looked at me at me , as I quickly diverted my eyes to the large dish of mashed potatoes in the centre of the table .

" Niall , have you met any girls yet . The new Reverand at the church has a lovely daughter called Mary . I'm sure you'd geton great "She said as she plated up my father's food for him. I shook my head abruptedly , accepting the plate of vegetables that Greg was passing round . 

" Son " my father spoke quite harshly causing me to look straight  at him " Your mother has asked you a qeustion , God gave you a voice did he not . NOW USE IT " he bellowed and I winced at the tone of his voice , but shook my head " Erm well ...I-I haven't .. met any girls but .." I mumbled quickly , but before i could finish Greg slapped my shoulder playfully " Well I'm sure Mary would be the perfect one for ya . She's very pretty , has brown curly hair with brown eyes , plus is super funny " Thes words didn't paint the picture of the perfect girl in my mind , they just reminded me of my Zaynie , Hazza , LiLi and Loubear , not this so called beautiful girl they were going on about . 

Before i could help myself , or even think about my actions , I stood up and screamed a resounding   " No!" , my Father looked fuming at my sudden outburst , while my brother was just shocked and my mother , well i guess she was a mixture . I gulped , my palms starting to sweat again , " No , I ... I can't " i blubbered nervously , " I'm .. I'm gay " I whispered very quietly , half hoping that they hadn't heard me . My mother gasped and my Father stood up from his seat shooting me deathly glares his blue eyes flaming with anger " How dare you !" he spat , towering over me " How dare you , come into a house , on this holy occasion , claiming to be ... to be a FAG . GET OUT ! YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE " I had to hold back my sobs as i looked into my mother's shocked and disappointed face , she had always looked at Greg with proudness in her eyes , but all i saw when she looked at me was disgust , and revulsion .

A fist was aimed at my stomach , as my father had eventually let his anger get to him , I cried out in pain holding onto the table for support , as he kicked and battered my body , punches being thrown onto my face . I whimpered from the brutal contact " You STUPID , UGLY , WORTHLES HOMO" he cried as he stepped away from me , spitting on me . My mother just sat their not even willing to look at my battered and bruised body laying limp on the floor , I gasped for breath , and my stomach jolted from the pain . I limped up from the floor , and trudged slowly out of the room , grabbing my bag which still lay in the hallway . 

I dragged my case out of the ouse , smashing the door against the frame angrily as sobs racked hysterically through my body , snow was falling lightly dusting the pavement like powdered sugar . It soothed my bruised face , and i wipe the blood pouring from my nose with the sleeve of my hoodie . I pulled out my phone , my frozen fingers dancing across the blackberry keypad , as my eyes lightened at the screensaver of all of the boys , we were staying in a chalet in Switzerland , and were all cuddled together in a huge blanket . Harry was at the end grinning cheekily his arm thrown of Louis' shoulder who was snuggled into Liam's side . I was sat beside Liam , my head in Zayn's lap his hands feathered through my hair  as he drank from a mug labelled ' Vain and Proud '  which me and Harry had bought him before the trip . 

I smiled lightly , sitting down on the curb outside a coffee shop round the corner from my house . I decided to ring Zayn since he was the last one to talk to me , and was staying at Harry's this christmas . I fiddled with my fingers nervously , pain flashed through my chest in an instant as Zayn  picked up the phone .