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

T H I R T E E N - The Road Where Their Life Begins

          Niall slunked across the court yard to the barn, watching all around him for people who might be watching.

          Luckily, there was no one and he slipped into the barn with ease, closing the door behind him. Finally, he was all alone and he set to work immediately. He gathered kerosene oil in a pale and soaked rage in it, hiding the pale in a corner with a small box of matches. He had a plan and he knew it would work.

          It was nearly sun down and he decided he would get the saddles out, trying a tent tarp to one, along with two bags holding his clothing that he ordered a slave to bring to the barn without telling a soul. Which he did, to Niall’s surprise.

          After he readied the saddles, he hid them as well, deciding to take three horses. Sundance, a Mustang Pinto from the West, in which obeyed well and ran nearly thirty-five miles per hour, perfectly suited for Zayn. He was short and stalky so Zayn would have no problem mounting quickly.

          Next, A large horse named Missy, with a long back and muscular legs, she would be perfect for Harry and Mae, seeing as she road two perfectly and had a muscular rump, so long distance riding wouldn’t hurt Mae.

          And Next, Niall’s Horse. A Arabian blood bay Named Merlin who could run for days without a drop of water and was as loyal as a dog—maybe even better. He was beautiful and one of Niall’s favorite animals in the world. If not his favorite. He loved that horse almost as much as Z-

          "Niall!" Speak of the devil.

          "Zayn?" Niall’s head snapped up at the low whisper and closing of the barn door. "N-Niall, I's sorry, I can—I's  mean, we's don’t has to-" "Shhh, baby don’t say it. Don’t say it." He hushed pressing his lips delicately to his brothers, wrapping his arms around the thin waist. "Were meant to be together...Nothings going to change that."

          Zayn smiled wide, peeking Niall’s lips once more before pulling away. "I's brought ya know, what ya's said. There’s not much in herah, just a necklace from me mama,  some trinkets I's grew up with." He told Niall, handing him the basked of things in which Niall dumped into one of the bags, handing off Zayn’s saddle.

          "You’re going to be ridding Sundance, I'm sure your familiar with him?" Zayn nodded, smiling. Truth be told he wasn’t very handy on a horse, but he knew to hang on and to steer with the reigns. Otherwise, he was clueless.

          "I'll come get you at midnight, Okay? You have to help me with this though."

          He picked up the pale full of flammable liquid, Zayn giving him a curious look. "Kerosene?" He wondered. "Where going to catch the house on fire. While they try to put it out, we'll get away. Harry and Mea will be waiting for us at the end of the drive. If they aren’t, we’ll have to leave without them because we can’t go back, alright?"

          Zayn nodded excepting he rules and kissing Niall long and hard, almost like a final farewell, but Niall took it a step farther, hand clutching Zayn’s crotch, making the younger lad whimper into his mouth, wrapping his arms tightly around Niall’s neck, before they both pulled away breathlessly. "As soon as we find a place to rest, I swear I'm going to take you so hard, you won’t be able to ride that horse another mile." Niall grunted, still massaging his hand against Zayn’s stiffening member.