Angel's Mural â"‚ Ziall Horalik Mini-Fic

E I G H T - Love Ain't Got Nothin' To Do With It

           "Zayn, Zayn baby wake up." Niall whispered softly. It was almost sun down and he wasn’t exactly ready to face his father, not after today’s spat. "Mmm, I don’t want to." Zayn groaned. He tussled in his slumber, cuddling closer to the warm body. "I have to go home Zayn, as much as I don’t want to..." He sighed.

           Zayn didn’t want Niall to go, he was so comfortable in his arms. Like a big fluffy bed, or warm, cozy blanket.

           "I'll come get you tonight and well go to the lake, Okay?"

           Zayn finally rolled off the larger body, moving his aching body. "It hurts," He murmured, referring to the multiple burns and lashes along his body. "I know Zee, I know." Niall sighed, kissing over the cuts. "I'll be back tonight with some antiseptic. I don’t want you to get an infection."

           Zayn nodded, leaning up to kiss Niall, letting their lips linger like that, hands still tangled together till someone cleared there throat, startling Niall. "Master Horan, your father is looking for you." Zayn’s mother said, her arms at her sides. Niall noticed her as the woman he had helped up in the feild that day and smiled.

           "Okay, thank you mam. May I ask how you've been doing? Sense you fell?" He asked, touching her arm gently. "M'fine dear, thank you."

           Niall smiled, returning to Zayn’s side and giving him another short kiss before tracking out the door frame, which missed a door all together.

           "Master Horan?" The woman called after him, her colorful rag skirt flowing with her legs as she chased after him. "Yes?" He turned on his heal, facing the elderly woman. "I's just wanted ta thank ya for takin' care of Zayn. It twas'nice of ya." She smiled.

           Niall shrugged his shoulders, blushing red. "It was nothing really..." He scuffed his feet. "W-Would you mind if...I came and got him tonight? I wanted to take him down to the lake. I have some rubbing alcohol in the house to clean his wounds, I thought he would like to get away for a while."

           The woman nodded, smiling, her rotting teeth showing. "You come get him whenever you like," She said before turning back and walking away.

           Niall smiled to himself, walking back to the house where he was meet with his father and mother, there arms crossed, scowls plastered on their lips.

           "Niall James Horan do you have an explanation for you actions?" His mother tapped her foot. "I...I'm sorry. I know what me and Liam did was wrong, but it was my idea...I thought it would be funny but I never wanted anyone to get hurt. And...after everyone left, I brought him back to his sleeping courters and gave his mother some water to clean him. I'll take responsibility for his missed work, father." He said shortly.

           Niall’s head was like a trickery trap, capturing his parents in it. They were so naive when it came to their son, nodding shortly as they walked away.

           "Come sit for dinner," His mother told him, pulling out his chair next to his brother. Oh how he hated that man.

           "We have some exiting news for the both of you." She smiled at her sons, then over to her husband.

           "The Payne’s have agreed to let Mae marry Greg, as trade for a few slaves and acres of land." The Horan’s had plenty of property they didn’t need, but giving away slaves for a hand in marriage? Preposterous.

           "What?" Niall growled, shooting his parents a glare. "No you can’t do that, Mae loves Harry!" He didn’t mean for it to slip, but it did. The Payne girl was head over heels for the curly haired lad. She would never willingly give herself to Greg, never in a million years.