Caged Bird (Niam AU)

Chapter Three: You Belong with Me

A/N: Hey guys I don't know why I keep updating. I mean I know it's so i could vent and get my ideas out, but no one reads it. Anyway I dedicated this to my new best friend because I make him laugh I hope he doesn't think I'm a girl because he started a comment of with "Girl". I hope it's just something he does like I do because.. well i'm not a girl. My profile picture is of my favorite model.. ALLISON HARVARD!!! I would post a picture of what I look like, but it's embarrasing. Anyway new POV. If you are reading please share with others because I can't take it anymore. I wrote 2 chapters and only got one read and I'm pretty sure there mine just to see how it came out.

Liam's POV

How did I get to this? Taking a thirteen year old child from his family, home, and I ordered the murder of his mother. He must really hate me. But that doesn't matter because I love him and he will learn to love me.

I know we belong together.

Niall fell asleep after tiring himself out. I know what I did was wrong, but when I notice his body, his voice, and those eyes as deep and blue as the ocean, I don't care. He belongs with me.

We finally land after a long plane ride and all the guards were no where in sight. I sighed and bent over to pick up the sleeping blonde. He suddenly stood on his feet and ran out the aircraft's enterance.

I ran after him because they would surley kill him. Once I was outside I got the suprise of my life. Absolutley no one bothered to chase after him even when they saw I was. I feared he would be able to get out. When I saw him enter the huge palace like house I was relived to know that I could be able to find him in my own house.

I turned the corner I saw the blonde turn and bumped into another muscular build. I was suprised to see Niall struggling to get out of my best friend's strong grip. I would have to thank Harry later.

"LET GO.... please.." Niall yelled then broke on the last part.

"He's yours Liam?" Harry asked with a smirk.

I already knew what was going through his curly head and I didn't like it one bit.

"Yes. And thank you, but no you can't share him." I stated with the strongest tone I could manage out of breath. Harry had a sort of kink for underage kids, mostly the younger ones, but I could see he would make an ecxeption for Niall.

"Aww why not?" He asked with a childish tone, as if someone refused him his favorite toy.

"Because this one is mine." I said taking Niall from Harry's death grip.

"Whatever, there will be a new shipment of fresh ones tomorrow. And your welcome." He replied cheekily before walking away.

"I see you met my friend Harry"

"Some friend.."

"I don't think you should talk to me like that. Specially after that attempt of getting away from me". I said, putting emphasis on attempt.

He let out a defeated sigh.

"That's what I thought."

I lead the way through my home and after a short five minute walk and many stairs later, we came across the master bedroom. Or in other words my room. I was Hitlers nephew, but we lived in different homes.

I pushed Niall through the huge doors and he stumbled backwards. He tripped on the two small steps you had to climb to get in bed. He watched in horror as I started to undress. I loved torturing my Blondie.

He let out a sigh of relief when I was in my boxers and started dressing in comfortable clothes. I had to let out a small chuckle.

"It wasn't funny!" He exclaimed.

"Yes it was, you thought I was going to rape you." I tried to let out through my chuckling.

"So you're not?" He asked confused.

"I probably will, but all in good time." I replied seriously because rape is when you force someone to have sex with you. And Niall won't ever wanna have sex with me and I'm a person with needs. And if we'll live together he'll have to get used to it.

He didn't try to hide the fear in his eyes as I walked closer. With every step I took forward he would back away until he hit the bed and couldn't back away anymore.

I bent down to pick him up and he seemed to give up at that exact moment. He went limp in my arms and let me undress him. I saw tears roll down his eyes as I reached the waistband of his pants.

"Relax. I said I wouldn't force you today. I'm just getting you ready for bed."

He seemed to believe me because he relaxed almost immediatley as the comment left my mouth. I dressed him in fresh slepping clothes that were a tad big and made him look sexier. It's gonna be hard not to get hard with him looking like that. I threw him on the bed and hopped in with him.

I was sure to pull the covers over our bodies and brought him closer to me. I laid his head down on my chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. Almost to assure he wouldn't leave me in my sleep. I could feel his body tense and the tears land on my chest.

I decided not to ask what was wrong because I knew exactly why. I took him from home, killed his mother, brought him here, and basically told him I'd rape him someday. All to keep him. 

I don't know why, but I don't regret any of it. If it means he will stay I'd do it all over again.

He belongs with me.

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