Tell Me a Lie [Niam/Ziall] (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 20

Niall's P.O.V

I flinch away to the sound of a crash, my eyes open quickly and I take in my surrondings. I'm in a bedroom, Zayn's I think. The walls are a creamy white color with posters of old school bands on them. Tons of hair supplies on his dresser, a huge radio, a big t.v connected to a PS3. Not bad, pretty nice actually.

Then something crashes again and I remember why I woke up in the first place, I lean up in bed and see Liam going through Zayn's closet, throwing clothes, boxes and shoes all over the place. I blink and try to stand up, but my head swirls - due to my recent drinking. I fall back onto bed with a thud, and it attracts Liam's attention. He turns to me with red-rimmed, blood shot eyes. My eyes widen as I realize he is as drunk as he was the other night, if not more so.

"Liam...?" I whisper.

Then he drops everything to the floor and smiles. "Good morning!" He chuckles.

There is a bang at the door and some mumbled voices, but I hear them all calling to me.

"Niall!!"

Someone slams against the door, causing me to flinch, but Liam stays composed.

"No, no." Liam sucks his teeth. "Eyes on me, handsome. They wont be getting through anytime soon, Zayn must have forgotten how strong his door is."

He walks closer to me and I notice that he is wearing a very familiar outfit. An outfit that Zayn wore the first time we met. Black skinny jeans, a loose grey singlet with designs and the red and white Varsity jacket. I blink a few times, confused.

"Li...Liam?" I urge my shaky voice to call out to the other boy, hoping that this situation isn't as bad as I think it is.

"Sadly, that is my..my name." Liam stutters drunkenly, an evil smile on his face. "But, right now - I am not going to be Liam the caring friend. I-I will b-be, Zayn the boyfriend!"

Liam giggles, he trips a little over his own feet drunkenly and puts his hand on Zayn's dresser to help himself keep balance. He stares at me with eyes I don't recognize, they are even more terrifying than the other night. 

"Zayn!?" I say loudly in question, but also hoping the man himself hears me. "You can't just pretend to be someone right now, stop this joke. Lets go back outside to the party, okay, mate?"

"Why be a Jester out there, when I can be the King in here!" Liam laughs darkly, making my skin crawl. This doesn't seem like the boy I met all those years ago with the wide smile and beautiful singing voice. This isn't the guy who I spent years as a pen-pal, or the man that I thought I loved at one point. This is someone completely different, someone I caught a glimpse of the other day after my date with Zayn.

"Zayn!" I scream, jumping up from the bed and knocking on the door, ignoring the approaching threat I called my bestfriend. "Zayn!!"

"Niall!" I hear him reply, his voice soft, but coming through the thick door of his bedroom with urgency "Are you okay?"

"Not for long!" Liam says in a sing-song voice, a little to close to me. I jump and scream, not caring that it sounded extremely girly.

"Unlock the door Niall!" I try to reach for the door knob only to be stopped by Liam grabbing one of my shouders and my extended wrist.

"I don't think so," Liam growls.

I hear three slams in a row coming from the door, which I'm assuming is the boys trying to get in. They call my name as I feel Liam's finger are around my shoulders and his nails dig into my skin. The pain has my clenching my teeth and bringing my hands up to cradle my wound. He starts to drag me back to the bed, and I realize just how weak I am compared to him - and for the first time in a while ... I'm completely terrified for my life.

Zayn's P.O.V

I hear Niall whimper and let out a gargle of a scream, and Liam's soft and sinister voice behind him.

"Unlock the door, Niall!"

"I don't think so," Is Liam's dark reply.

I slam into the door along with Louis and Harry, all together, three times. I hear the feet shuffling behind the door and then Niall's soft whimper. I growl and slam into the door again.

"Don't you have a bloody key!?" Harry asks, raving on the outside - but I know he is as terrified as I am.

"No." I shake my head, but immediately brighten up. "Louis, go get my tool kit, hurry!"

I am an idiot, I don't have a key, but I can just use the ol' screw driver trick and take off the doorknob. I hear Niall struggling and screaming, no doubt in my mind is he crying his baby blues out. I feel the anger bursting inside me as Louis makes it to me with my tools.

I quickly grab my screw driver and start at the screws. Within seconds, the screws are off and I pull off the doorknob and I barge into the room. If this was a cartoon, there is no doubt in my mind I would be pictured as a red-face character with steam blowing from my ears, I am just that angry.

I look on my bed and see Liam trying to yank, pull and rip Niall's pants off him as Niall struggles and cries beneath him. Niall begs, only to be ignored and slapped by the crazy man he once called a friend. I notice him wearing my clothes and an all new sense of emotions run through me as I clench my fists.

"GET. OFF. MY. BOYFRIEND!!!"

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BLARGHARGHAFLAB.  Okay, I don't know how I feel about this. Uhm, Comment and leave what you feel about it below? That would help. >x< Voting is nice as well!

OH!! And Would you guys mind checking out the first chapter to my Upcoming story, Save Me From Myself (A Zayn Malik Story) .  It would mean an awful lot for some criticism, or opinions. I wanna know if I should continue that one.