Take Me || Niam

Chapter Eight

"Hey, Zayn?" I call from the bathroom where I'm brushing my teeth, just before I officially get ready for bed.

"What?" Is all I get as a response.

"I'm going on a business trip in a few days." I say deciding to finally tell Zayn about going to America.

"What? To where?" He asks, annoyance in his tone.

"America."

"What? Why are you telling me this just now? How long have you known?" He yells making me flinch a bit.

"I just found out." I lie hoping he doesn't sense it.

"Are you going alone?" Now in the doorway and making eye contact with me through the mirror.

"No," he's already voiced how he doesn't like Liam so this should be good. "I'm going with Liam."

"Niall you know I don't like that guy! You're no-" I cut him off quickly.

"I'm not what? Not going? That's not for you to decide, Zayn! It's my job, and he's my boss. I'm a big boy and I can make my own decisions! Fuck, Zayn." I go off.

"What? Why are you saying 'fuck, Zayn'?" He asks, mocking me at the end.

"Because, you're so difficult! It's not a big deal! And I don't go yelling at you every night when you don't come home till the AM!" I yell.

"You know why you don't yell at me? It's because you don't care! You don't care about this relationship or me! For all you know, I could be cheating on you and you'd have no idea because you're so far out of this relationship!" He screams, walking towards me, making me back up until my back hits the wall.

I push myself off of the wall, and get in Zayn's face, " for all you know, you don't think I know your fucking Harry, but I do!" I seethe. I don't really know if he's cheating but there are definitely signs.

"Oh look at you, such an angel! There's a reason your not letting me fuck you anymore! You're a fucking whore! Your boss is fucking you isn't he? That's why you're going to America, not because you're such a great worker, it's because your an easy fuck! Do you honestly think he give two shits about you Niall!? You're stupid if you think he does. He could have any person in the world, why you?! You're a pathetic slut! " He laughs in my face. I start to tear up at his words.

I slap him across the face as hard as I can, "No he's not fucking me! You're such an asshole!" I cry running down the stairs. It's not entirely a lie, we haven't had actual sex yet. As I look for my keys I hear Zayn coming down the stairs. I can't find them so I just run out of the house.

I hear Zayn yelling for me as I run down the driveway, "Niall! Get your ass back in here!" I ignore him and run until my chest hurts.

I sit down on the curb and sob into my hands. I cry until I notice how cold it is, and I have no jacket. I decide to call the only person I want and need, Liam.

As the phone rings I start to feel nervous, for what I don't know.

"Hey, Ni!" He exclaims in a cheery voice.

"Liam.." My voice brakes.

"Niall, what's wrong?" I can hear his worried tone, suddenly becoming serious.