Zayn.
When I woke up I saw my mum standing at the door, smiling... That's a first.
"Is he alright?" She asked softly
"Huh?"
"Niall" she frowned "your father and I heard him screaming last night"
"He was just having nightmares" I sighed, laying my head back down
"How did he get here?" Mum then asked, looking confused at me
"I went and picked him up" I answered "he called and said he needed me so... I went to help him"
"At midnight?"
"Yeah" I nodded
"It's sweet of you" my mum smiled at Niall who was still asleep "but you should have said no"
"I did" I mumbled "but he was crying... And he was scared, I couldn't just leave him"
"He's such a dear" my mum whispered, petting his hair
"Yeah" I smiled as he began to stir
"You're lucky Zayn" mum looked up at me "it's not everyday you find a person like Niall"
"I know"
"You know I'm not keen on you having a boyfriend" my mum smiled "but I'm proud of you"
"You are?"
"You picked the nicest boy I've ever met" she nodded "he's polite, kind, he's cute... He's a good boy"
If only mum knew how bad he could be... How bad he was when it came to sex... Because he was an absolute minx.
She then stood up and kissed both our heads
"There breakfast downstairs for the both of you" she sighed "please try come eat with the family"
"Okay" I nodded
"I'd like you two dressed too please" mums smile faded "dad still isn't happy with you turning out like this"
Then she left. I sighed and felt Niall's lips press to my chest
"Morning cutie" I smiled
"Morning" Niall yawned
"There's breakfast downstairs" I started "but we have to get dressed"
"I heard"
Niall got up first, helping me up after.
"You got spare boxers?" Niall asked
"Always" I laughed, kissing his lips and passing him clean black ones
He changed them and my eyes widened at the bruising between his legs. He flinched, struggling to put on te boxers
"Shit Niall... You should see the bruises" I whispered "they're so big"
"Oh well" he pulled up his boxers, hiding the bruises "I asked for them didn't I?"
"I shouldn't have been that rough" I frowned
"I liked it" Niall smiled
"Niall, if I leave marks like that... Someone will think I don't treat you right" I insisted
"Who's going to see?"
"Me, your mum... People are going to see" I tried "if you end up getting hurt elsewhere or that becomes a problem, doctors are going to ask"
"I'll just say we were having sex"
"They're going to think I abuse you" I said calmly
"Zaynie... I don't care what they think okay?" Niall asked, putting both his hands on my shoulder "I love you... I know you would never intend to hurt me, not even if I asked"
