S(l)ave Me

XXVIII

Happy #SlaveMeThursday! We're maybe five chapters from a break. I'll be taking some time before starting on a like "part two". Think of it as a mid season break. In the mean time, I'll still be doing one shots. And I'll be working on a mini series of smutty Larry things based on the fic I just finished.

Loads happening! Have a great weekend my loves!

COMMENTS AND VOTES! MWAH!! Xoxo

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Zayn woke before Liam and found Niall still in the same chair, talking on the phone in hushed tones. He kept still and listened.

"What do you want me to tell you, baby?" Niall let his forehead fall into his hand. "I'll ask him. I promise you, nothing and no one will ever take you from me." Zayn hated the way his heart wrenched at the fear in Niall's voice. Zayn made a show of yawning and stretching to warn Niall he was awake. "I have to go now, baby. I love you so much."

Liam stirred next to Zayn and did the cutest thing with his nose that made Zayn kiss it gently. "Good morning, love."

"Thirsty," Liam whispered and buried his face in Zayn's chest.

Zayn looked to Niall, who got up and grabbed the glass of water Marvin left in the night on the dresser. He came and sat on Liam's other side and coaxed him into sitting up enough to drink it.

Liam sagged back onto the headboard when he was done and kept his grip on Zayn's leg firm. He put a hand to his ribs and groaned. "Wasn't a dream. Every time this happens I think it's a dream."

Zayn curled a hand around Liam's cheek and turned him to look directly at him. "This won't happen ever again. You're here. With me. That's not a dream."

Liam smiled as best he could and leaned in, asking for a kiss. When Zayn gave him one he melted into it and hummed happily. "Thank God."

Niall cleared his throat as he set the glass back on the table. "Zayn, if I could..." Niall nodded to the door of the room, silently requesting a moment to talk alone.

"Oh, of course." Zayn maneuvered Liam down onto the bed again and got out from under the covers, following Niall out of the door and into the hallway. As soon as the door clicked shut a loud crack rang out in the air and Zayn was clutching his cheek before he knew what to do about it. "Shit!"

"That's for betraying me," Niall concluded. "Now, we can talk about how to save me."

Zayn rotated and flexed his jaw, fingers massaging the sore area as he nodded. "Fine. I deserved that. Are we okay?"

Niall laughed with no humor. "Far from it. We'll be okay when you can guarantee me and Harry's life."

"What can I do?"

Niall crossed his arms and paced back and forth across the hallway while Zayn watched. He was turned away, eyes set on the dark wallpaper when he said, "Take us with you."

"What?"

Niall turned back and he seemed just a little brighter. "Wherever you're going. Marcus is letting you leave unharmed. Take us with you. Can you guarantee us a house and food?"

"I mean," Zayn raked his hands through his hair, "I guess so. I could do that. But you really want this? Leave everything behind? Our business? Your home?"

"It's all gone anyway. I've heard Marcus' arraignment is in a couple of days. They're moving so fast, and with his lawyers, he'll be out on probation in no time. And he'll be out for blood." Niall leaned heavily on the wall and sighed. "Harry is everything. I stay; I lose him. Leaving is the only way I can ensure that doesn't happen."