Illusion (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 20

Zayn's POV

My mum smothered me with kisses before Niall and I were going to head out to Doncaster for the next two weeks. She was being a little clingy on me because I had told her about Jace and she's scared to death to loose me. I'm not going to be that stupid anymore, plus I have Niall now. I have the love of my life back. It's always been Niall no matter who I dated.

"Mum, Louis and Harry are waiting for us. We have to go." I groaned to her. She laughed a little, but was still blinking away her tears. I gave her one more hug and reminded her I wasn't going off to war and I was just going to be with my friends then go back to school. She hugged Niall and asked him if he wanted anything more to eat. She's always asking people that she likes if they want food, so I guess Niall passes her check list. My dad made sure to tell me I need to take care of Niall, which was nice to hear because that ment he liked Niall. At first he didn't trust him, but he soon realized the Irish boy was harmless. Also, he saw Niall fall pretty hard on the ice outside and told me to protect him because he's awkward.

Niall and I got in the car and started to follow Louis and Harry in their car. Niall was pretty quiet as we dove off, but I didn't question it too much because I know we both were up late last night talking about a few things I hadn't thought of but he had. One of those was how I was going to stay safe when we get back to London.

Jace knew where I lived and apparently when Liam broke up with him, he wouldn't stop annoying him to take him back. Niall said him and Liam had to move to a different flat just to stop the harassment. I knew when I got back I would have to press charges against him or just file a restraining order against him, but something tells me Jace wouldn't really give a flying fuck about any of that. So, Niall came to the conclusion that we would see how Jace is and if he's not good, then either I would move in with Niall or Niall would move in with me.

Our next topic was an idea I had to get more money for us. It was to start an actual brand of the guitar picks I painted. Niall was up for that and said we would work everything out with Liam because out of the three of us, Liam had the most business sense. That actually made me excited because I knew people were coming in and buy them because they were unique and cool, but maybe if they were something we actually made then we would get more business and I wouldn't have to go job hunting.

Niall's phone started ringing, breaking the silence in the car. I looked at him for a second as we drove and saw him roll his eyes before answering the call. His words were short and held no emotion as he spoke to the person on the other end of the phone. He explained that he wasn't alone for Christmas and that he would try to go home soon. When he ended the phone call, he leaned his head against the window and took a few deep breaths before letting a few tears fall.

"Why do my parents think it's okay to just ignore me and call when it's convenient for them? It hurts that my brother talks to me more than they do, and they made me!" Niall cried to me. I reached over with one hand and took his hand in mine. I brought his hand to my lips and covered it in kisses as I drove. He continued to cry silently, but I could see he was calming down because of my touches.

"Why don't you call them more so they know you want a relationship with them? If it's just out of convinced for them, then don't give them the power to hurt you. They're missing out on seeing the beautiful man you are because of their stupidity." I told my boyfriend. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and saw a small smile on those pretty lips of his. I continued to hold his hand for the rest of the drive, even when he fell asleep.

When we got to Louis' place, the snow was coming down hard. I got both of me and Niall's bags from the back before running around and opening Niall's door for him. Louis was doing to the same thing as I was with Harry by trying to shield our precious boyfriends from the harsh cold. We got into the tiny little house my best friend lived in and took off our now soaking wet shoes. I helped Niall get his jacket off while Harry started throwing a little fit because he wanted his socks on, but no matter how much Louis tried to explain to him his socks were wet, the curly haired boy wouldn't listen.