Three Way Relationship

46 - What Do You Do?

Zayn's POV

Justin was too scared to even think about going back to our flat, so Liam allowed us to stay in his flat and he went up to Taylor's for the night.

Jeremy went to the police station with Paul and Niall and I comforted Justin.

At the moment I was making a cuppa for Justin, Niall and I.

I made sure it was nice and sweet for Justin.

I walked into the lounge, where Niall had Justin curled up on his lap.

I handed the warm drinks to Niall and Justin, before scooting beside Niall and placing Justin's legs over my lap.

"We'll probably have to find another place to stay tomorrow if you don't wanna go back." I sighed, sipping the hot drink.

"Sorry." Justin whispered, setting his mug on the coffee table.

"Its fine, Justin." Niall smiled softly.

Justin moved off of Niall's lap and placed himself between Niall and I.

"You tired?" I asked.

Justin nodded slightly.

"Liam said we could take the spare bed in his spare room." Niall stated.

"Its a single, how are we all gonna fit?" I mumbled, scratching the back of neck.

"Cuddle tightly." Niall smiled, standing up.

"Can I borrow one of Liam's shirts?" Justin asked.

He was still wearing the torn shirt he had on when Niall and I first got here.

"Yeah, he won't mind." I jogged into Liam'ss room, going through his drawers.

Where the hell does her keep his clothes?

All I've found is;

Condoms... Okay, Liam's being safe.

Lube... Makes sense...

Vibrater... ewwww.

I shut the drawer, cringing.

Liam's a sex freak yuck.

I chuckled, shaking my head and heading to his closet.

Hopefully there isn't more sex objects...

I opened the door, sighing in relief when I found a bunch of clothes.

I took a large blue shirt, before making my way back to Justin and Niall.

They were no longer in the lounge, so I guess they're in the spare room.

Justin's POV

I laid beside Niall, head resting on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through my hair and I was in deep thought.

I hope my Dad found Mum... I mean, sure my Mum can get nasty, but she's my Mum.

The thought of her with Andy scares me.

My Mum wouldn't be helping him; that's for sure.

She's a bitch, she's not evil.

So if she's with Andy, its not because she'd be helping him.

I've known my Mum my whole life, and the only thing she's ever done is worry for me.

On the outside she's completely hateful towards my boyfriends - well Zayn - because she doesn't want me to ruin my life.

If only she could see that they did the opposite of that.

My Dad is just like her; he can be hard on me about it, but they've both got good intentions.

That's what parents do.

And to be completely honest, I didn't care what they thought, I love both my parents, but if I'm happy with who I am, they can't stop it.

Still, I'm worried about my mum.

She's tough; yes... but the things Andy did to me... what if that's happening to her?

"Justin, got the top." Zayn walked in the room. I sat up, grabbing a baggy shirt from him and slipping off the ripped one I was wearing.

I pulled on the blue shirt as Zayn slipped into the single bed.

I squeezed between Niall and Zayn, basically laying half on Zayn, half on Niall.

"Get some sleep, Justin..." Zayn whispered, rubbing my back.

"You need some rest." Niall added, kissing my forehead.

"Do you think my Mum's okay?" I mumbled, biting my bottom lip.

"You're mum's probably fine, Jay. She's tougher than a steel knife." Zayn promised.

I closed my eyes, attempting to sleep through this.

Maybe my Dad's got Mum by now and they're home, safe and sound?

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*Tune to Sexy And I Know It Plays*

I groaned, sitting up. I looked around the room, sighing as I spotted Zayn half off the bed, and Niall having one leg wrapped tightly 'round my legs.

I spotted Zayn's phone mixed in the sheets of the bed, an unknown number calling.

I sighed, grabbing it and pressing the green button.

"Zayn's phone."  I yawned.

"Justin?" Someone chuckled.

I furrowed my brows, "Um yeah?"

"You look just like your Mum. Are you both the same in bed?"

"What!?" I widened my eyes, knots twisting in my chest and stomach.

Andy!?

"Listen here, Little Pig. Do you want your Mummy home safely and unharmed?" Andy spat through the phone.

I swallowed thickly, "Please don't hurt her?"

"Meet me in half an hour, front of your school. Alone. If you want your precious mother out of the situation she's in, you better be there." Andy growled.

"How do you know what school I attend?" I asked.

"Is that really important? Move your fucking ass before I leave a dead body at your parents home." With that threat, Andy hung up.

I dropped the phone, rushing out of the bed and slipping on some random shoes - which probably belonged to Liam...

"Justin, where are you going?" Zayn asked, getting up.

"I-Well-Gotta." I stuttered, trying to find the right words.

"Calm down and tell me." Zayn said, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him.

"I gotta go save my Mum."

Author's Note; So Andy does have Pattie... (o.o) 

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