Zayn stood beside me, holding my hand while I knocked on the door
"Mum!" I called out "it's locked!"
I heard shuffling and mum appeared
"I'm so sorry sweetie I thought you were already home" she apologised "come in"
Zayn sat on one of the couches while I followed my mum into the kitchen
"Mummy" I whispered "I need to talk to you... Properly this time"
"Talk away"
"In the lounge" I shook my head "with Zayn"
"Zayn?"
"You really need to hear this" I nodded
"Niall I'm cooking at the moment-"
"Mum you're going to get mad if I don't tell you now" I said "this is serious too... I think I'm doing something wrong"
"Just say it"
"Mum you're going to want and need to sit down" I tried one last time
"Alright" she gave up with a smile "come on then"
When I came out behind he Zayn stood up
"Are you okay?" He asked as I sat down beside him
"I... We'll find out" I said
"I'm here" Zayn smiled, binding our hands
My mum looked at our hands together, an eyebrow raised
"Mum... This is Zayn" I said
"You told me"
"He's not just a friend from school" I said
"Is he your best friend?" She asked
"He's my boyfriend" I answered
I watched her tense, making me panic airtle
"Boyfriend?" Her voice had a hint of annoyance
"He asked me out a couple of days ago" I nodded "and I said yes because Zayn is... He's the boy that made me need a therapist"
My mum looked confused
"You remember that two years ago you sent me to Tara?" I asked "and she told you I was depressed?"
"Yes I do"
"She told you it was because I wanted someone I couldn't have" I mumbled "and... It hurt not being able to have him"
"And?"
"Zayn is that someone" I answered
Now she looked very angry with me
"Mrs Horan... I'm sorry that Niall had to go through all that stuff" Zayn apologised "but I didn't even know him because he wasn't in any of my classes and I didn't know any of his friends"
"Sweetie, why are you talking to me about your boyfriend"
"I... We... He... Uh... I can't..." I tried my hardest to say it but I couldn't "help me please"
"Niall knew you'd be mad if I did anything to him" Zayn took over "so he wanted to talk to you about it but I know he has trouble speaking a lot of the time so... He asked me to help"
"Do anything like what?"
"Intimate" Zayn answered
I froze, knowing I was dead after Zayn told my mum he'd touched me
"Intimate?"
"Well I've touched Niall a few times" Zayn started to get nervous "but that's all Niall will let me do because-because..."
