Abandoned & Found ≫ [Ziall/Vampire] (AU) ✓

chapter four // holding on and letting go

  

   αвαη∂σηє∂ & ƒσυη∂

   Niall stood in the doorway to his room, his hand clutching a leather bag that he had found in the closet. His parents had pretty much grabbed everything that was specifically theirs, valuables, clothes, some electronics, everything. Niall still couldn't believe that his parents had left him, even after he came home begging and pleading to them to help him. Him bloody and broken as he pleaded, the strange feeling inside of him that indicated that something wasn't right. He didn't remember much about how he got turned into a vampire. The memories only faint gray marks in his mind, even after how life changing it was. Did his parents tell Greg? He was off at uni, him hopefully now knowing about Niall. Maybe he would call him later and beg him to stay with him, that his parents were wrong. That he was still the same Niall,  just, different.

Now here he was, standing at a near empty room that he had occupied since the day he was born. In the house that he grew up in. He had packed most of the things that mattered the most, clothes, trophies, pictures, his xbox, all the main stuff. He looked into the now almost bare room, a depressing feeling in his gut at leaving this place behind. Soon all his furniture would be gone, taken away once somebody came and noticed that the 'Horans' had abandoned the place.

Footsteps sounded behind Niall, a gentle hand placed on his shoulder. Niall glanced sideways up at Zayn, who's mouth was drawn in a straight line. "We should get to the car. I'll just tell my mum that you got sick and your parents wanted me to leave."

Niall nodded. That was a good enough excuse. For now. "OK."

Zayn nodded once, his hand leaving Niall's shoulder. The sound of his footsteps echoing down the hallway and stairs. The burning sensation burned behind his eyelids. He coughed, trying to hold back the urge to cry. He wouldn't cry, he was stronger then this. He was... a vampire.

Niall closed his eyes, water collecting on his eyelashes. Then before he could open them again, he gripped the doorknob and closed the door with a *bang*, cutting off his old human life behind.

*~*

"OK, so I'm gonna pull into the back driveway and go inside. Once I clear everything with my mum and get to my room I'll give you the signal OK?" Zayn explained as he leaned closer to the steering wheel so he could steer his car into the dirt driveway next to his house. Niall sat in the passenger seat, his gaze outside the window. His hood was over his hair, his sleeves pulled down so they went past his palms, only showing his thin fingers. Niall only grunted in response, his eyes locked on the darkness outside.

Zayn pulled into the small lot behind his old two story house, cutting the engine which resulted in the front lights to go off, enveloping everything in darkness. It was close to 10 at night, all the neighboring houses quiet and still.

"OK, so keep you stuff in the car. When I give you the signal you can throw some bags up to me to catch and then you can climb up, sound good?"

Niall turned to face Zayn, his arm still propped up on the window. "Yea," he responded. "Got it."

*~*

"Zayn? What are you doing back?"

Zayn closed the door behind him, looking up to see his mum on the opposite side of the hallway. All the lights where off except for a lamp in the living room, casting a warm glow across the room.

"Uh, Niall got sick. So I left."

Zayn's mum's face suddenly looked worried. "Oh dear, is he OK? Do I need to bring him something?"