You & I

Chapter One

Niall let out a choked sob as his parents slammed the door on him, shivering violently at the chill of the November Night. He dropped to his knees, hugging himself tightly, sobbing lowly. His parents angry voices filled his head.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" His father roared, lifting up the dummy he had ripped out of Niall's mouth.

The image of his mum's shocked and disgusted face tormented him.

"You're a Freak! Get out of my house!" His mum had yelled.

Niall began sobbing louder and started rocking himself, unconsciously sucking on his thumb in an attempt to comfort himself.


Maybe he really was a freak.

The wind blew a shock of cold. Air and brought Niall back to the present. He couldn't feel his toes. Or his arms. Or his face....

Shit.

If he stayed out here much longer, he would freeze. So he did the first thing that came to mind. Wincing as he fumbled around for his phone and forcing his numb fingers to work, he silently orate that this would work.

"Hey Nialler!" Zayn chirped, and Niall slumped in relief. "Z-Zayn? C-could you c-come pic-ck m-me up p-please?" Niall forced out, his teeth beginning to chatter violently.

"Ni? What's going on?" Zayn asked, already shrugging on his coat and grabbing his keys. He froze as he heard strangled sob on the other end. "Just please c-come get me." Niall pleaded, sniffing.

"Okay, it's alright. I'm coming. It's alright love." Zayn cooed, trying to calm the obviously upset boy. "I'm already on your street, I'm almost there."

The moment the car stopped,
Zayn jumped out of the car and rushed to Niall's huddled up form. "Hey, it's alright. I'm right here. Shit. Niall, your freezing." Zayn cursed, hoisting Niall's trembling body into his arms and striding to the car. "C'mon. Let's get you warm."

Zayns laid Niall down in the back seat and wrapped a spare coat around him, quickly climbing into his seat and cranking the heat. Ever so often he would look back and check in the lad, only to see Niall curling into the coat.

"Papa" Niall groaned, and Zayn almost swivels into a ditch. Zayn looked back at Niall. Did Niall really just say 'Papa'?

Sure enough, about 5 minutes later, Niall groaned again, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Papa, I'm cold." Niall whined.

Zayn was shocked, yes. But he wasn't freaked out, surprisingly, that his fully grown best mate was calling him papa. Instead, he acted like he would with any sick child.

"Sh sh shhh...it's okay baby. Papas going to get you home."

When they reached Zayn's flat, Niall was peacefully asleep and snoring softly. He barely stirred as Zayn carried him upstairs and into the bathroom, gently placing him in the tub. Niall gave a content little sigh when Zayn softly bathed him.

When Zayn was satisfied with the rosy color in Niall's cheeks, he plucked him out of the tub and dresses him in one of his hoodies and boxers. The hoodie swallowed him up and made him look adorably small.

He places Niall on the bed and cooed at how Niall cuddled into the sheet.

He had no clue what had just happened, but he couldn't wait to find out.