Ziam/Zouis

Chapter 13: Why?

Louis' pov

"Harry, Liam is answering the phone." I sighed, Harry frowning as he returned from his bedroom.

He plopped down next to me on the leather couch, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Who's phone did you call?"

"Zayn's."

Harry sighed. "Baby, they aren't always going to reply."

"But his phone is on, the delivered message was in bold. He usually tells me when he'll be away from the phone."

I leaned onto Harry's shoulder, leaving a quick kiss on his jaw. After a light gasp left his lips, he spoke again. "Lou, maybe he's busy. You know Zayn, if he gets busy, he forgets about his phone until hours later."

I pouted, pushing my arm onto the cusion to elevate myself, eye level to Harry. "But babe, I want to make sure-"

"Boo, he's fine. Liam is a good guy, he doesn't hurt people. He protects people."

I smiled at that. "He's like a fucking hulk if you ask me."

"See? Little angel vogue model Zayn is safe with his hulk."

I raised both hands. "Preach that. Liam could kill someone by glaring at them."

Before Harry could reply, there was a faint knock on the door.

I got up, Harry trailing behind me.

We opened the door to a broken Niall. His hair disheveled, tears streaming down his puffy, reddened cheeks as whimpers escaped his quivering lips.

Harry spoke before me. "Ni?"

Niall fell onto me, I held him close as screaming cries were going into my chest.

Harry closed the door, picking Niall up and setting him on his lap.

Niall clung onto him, his blue eyes filled with tears as he tried to speak. "He-he-he-"

I interrupted. "Calm down first Ni."

Harry looked up at me. "Lou-"

I nodded. "I'll make him some tea and Lucky Charms."

Another cry escaped Niall, Harry petting his hair and holding hin close.

***

At this point, we got Niall to calm down and sit up.

He isn't himself though, his eyes and his face hold a blank expression as a Dublin football game blared from Harry's tv, Niall under a blanket on the couch, gripping the box of Lucky Charms.

Harry sat down next to me on the loveseat. "So Ni..."

"...."

I couldn't hear his mumble. "Speak up Nialler."

Niall nodded. "He uh..Josh...b-beat me."

Harry stood up with so much force, his booming voice causing Niall to whimper. "He fucking what?! Where? Fucking show me right now!!"

Niall flinched, I got up and bent down next to him. "Show me, Ni," I pointed to Harry, "and you go calm the fuck down before you come near him."

Harry walked to his gym room, leaving me with a pouting Niall.

Niall pouted at me as I pulled the blanket away from him. "Ni please show me."

Niall sighed, grumbled, pulling off his shirt, closing his eyes.

Purple, blackish bruises littered his torso, red hand marks scattered on his biceps and sides.

His wrist wrapped in a bandage, a few fresh scars on his collar, along with a few indents in the bone.