Three Way Relationship

28 - I wanna go home today

Justin's POV

I was having some "therapy session" with this girl named Cher.

She kept asking about what I liked, who I looked up to and what my favorite things to do was.

I kept ignoring her questions, telling her I wanted to go home.

I wanted to leave.

But Cher told me that if I listened to her and opened up more, the faster it was until I got to go home.

After she left, she told me that I need to try out a drug that'll keep me calmed down, and relaxed.

I didn't want to take any drugs... but I guess, if it helps... maybe it'd be okay..

"They're drugging you so you won't fight when they rape you." That stupid voice said.

I growled, pressing my eyes shut.

Sleep, that was the only place I could take that voice away, and dream of my happy place; with Niall and Zayn.

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Zayn's POV

"You ready, Ni?" I called out.

Niall was in the bathroom and he'd been in there for almost two hours.

"N-No..." Niall stuttered.

I furrowed my brows.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"I'm not feeling too good, Zayn." Niall groaned.

I swallowed, trying to open the door.

"Let me in, babe."

"No. I'm just sick, go see Justin. Please?" Niall sighed.

"But-"

"Just go!" Niall yelled, irritated.

I licked my lips, debating...

"Uh... You sure?" I frowned.

"Yes, tell Justin I love him." Niall said.

I sighed, "Alright, call me if it gets worse..."

"Yeah."

I slowly headed out of the flat, worried about Niall, and excited to see Justin.

I wonder if there's any improvement today?

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Arriving into the somewhat like hopsital building, I went straight to the desk. flashing my ID card and signing in.

I was excited and pumped to see Justin, but also nervous.

I wanted to know how he felt, and I prayed there was some kind of progress.

Its only been seven days, but I missed him so fucking much.

"Hi, you must be Zayn?" A guy approached me, he looked familiar, but who knows who he is.

"Yeah, I'm here to see Justin Bieber..." I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm his nurse, Jake. I actually wanted to discuss something before you went in to see Justin." He sighed.

I swallowed, nodding for him to go on.

"Justin is in a very difficult position. He's not psychotic, but he has emotional damage. His therapist says its nothing that can cause too serious an issue, and that he's just struggling to come to grips with reality." Jake explained.

I crossed my arms, listening to his every word.

"He's very stubborn, and quite a hassle, but I think given a few more days, he'll be on the right track." Jake bit his bottom lip.

"Is there progress though? Is he um, able to see that people are real? He thought I was fake..." I licked my lips.

"Its not really clear yet and the therapist believes that Justin doesn't want to know you're real. Deep inside he can see you're real, but the traumatic stress makes him a gentle subject. With a lot of struggle, we just relocated him into the visit room. There'll be a camera watching, since he's had a few panic attacks and outbursts. This all really comes down to what happens today. He needs you, trust me." Jake smiled.

I swallowed as Jake led me to a room.

He opened the door, allowing me to enter, before the door was closed behind myself.

I met those familiar golden-brown eyes.

Justin was sitting on a chair, gripping what I assumed was a permanent marker.

I smiled, slowly walking towards him.

He backed up into the corner of the couch, hugging his knees.

"Justin..."  I sighed.

"D-Did you send me here?" Justin mumbled.

I nodded, "Yes. But only to help you."

"The real Zayn wouldn-"

"I am the real Zayn, Justin. There's no fake Zayn, I'm Zayn..And you know that. You know me." I sat a few feet away from him on the couch.

"I dont trust..." Justin sighed.

"Who? me?" I asked.

Justin shook his head, "No... I don't trust myself."

"Come here.." I bit my bottom lip.

"How do I know you won't hurt me?" Justin whispered.

He looked so scared...

and that hurt.

I swallowed, "Because at the beginning, when you, Niall and I got together, we all made that silent promise, never to hurt each other."

Justin looked down, ignoring my gaze.

I slowlt moved closer, gently grabbing his hand.

He shivered slightly, before I pulled him onto my lap, cuddling him into my chest.

His face instantly buried itself in my neck.

Justin silently cried, no sobbing, just silent tears.

And this moment would be the one to charish the most.

It might not last long, because I know Justin is vulnerable at this stage.

Its not completely full trust yet, and I was going to give him time.

I only want Justin to be happy, to smile...

Whatever it takes to make that happen.