Three Way Relationship

20 - You're Safe Now

Niall's POV

When we arrived at Taylor's Uncle's gun store, he led us to the back and down a sort of cellar door.

Justin literally wouldn't let go of Zayn, he had his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and his legs wrapped tightly around Zayn's waist.

He was crying, but it was silent.

Justin actually thinks this is a dream.

It was sad, but we didnt know how to convince him otherwise.

Once down in the cellar, we noticed it kind of looked like a small hang out area.

There was even a bathroom with a bathtub and toilet.

Including a long couch, mini fridge and average sized TV with a DVD player.

"Um, I'm going to take this guy and put him on one of the mattresses, er, you guys help yourselves to some snack food and drink in the fridge, and feel free to use the bath and yeah..." Taylor sighed, walking towards a closet thing, the unconscious boy over his shoulder and Liam following behind.

I looked to Zayn, he was still trying to comfort Justin.

"Zee?" I frowned.

"Yeah?" Zayn licked his lips.

"Maybe Justin needs a bath? I'm gonna go help the lads set up bed areas and yeah, a bath should calm him down." I smiled.

Zayn smiled sadly back.

"Yeah, can you grab me my bag from the van? Its got my spare clothes in it, and I don't think Justin, or the other two want to wear rags." Zayn said.

I nodded, "Sure babe."

I pecked Zayn's cheek, then kissed Justin's very gently.

Zayn's POV

I carried Justin into the bathroom, closing the door before - carefully - running the bath.

Justin refused to let go, so I had him securely in my arms.

I made sure the water was warm, before trying to sit Justin on a counter.

Once his butt was placed on the hard surface, he let out a yelp, pulling me closer to him.

I picked him back up, sighing.

"What hurt, baby?" I asked, cuddling him closely.

"You're not real." Justin ignored my question, sniffling.

"Yes I am, I'm real." I promised, looking around.

I grabbed a towel with one hand and set it on the counter, hoping that'll cushion whatever hurt Justin

I set him down again, slowly.

I almost had to pry Justin's arms so I could take a look at his face.

It was red and puffy.

Justin looked me in the eyes, biting his bottom lip.

"How do I know this isn't a dream?" Justin mumbled.

I frowned, "What do I have to prove I'm real?"

"Kiss me." Justin swallowed.

I smiled, leaning down and kissing his lips.

They were dry, a bit rough, but they were still Justin's lips.

I pulled away, "Is that enough proof?"