I Feel Safer With You- a Niam/Ziam fanfiction

Part Two

There he stood, waiting for me to wake up. He was an impatient man, he felt waiting did nothing; “do it while you can”, was his mindset.

And that’s exactly what he did. He grabbed my leg, pulled me down the bed and started punching my naked chest. I awoke from my slumber in panic and trying to run away, even though everything seemed to move unusually slow. He pulled out a knife and I started questioning how he got that, if he hated me so much wouldn’t he have used it on me before. I jumped off of the bed and tried to run to Liam down the hall, only resulting in me being tripped and slamming my nose and mouth onto the hardwood floors. “Aaaghhh”, I screamed in pain, watching the blood flow from my face, “I’ve always fucking hated you bitch”, he stated as he kicked me over onto my back and raised the knife. “I want you to see your death bitch”, were his final words to me.

I knew he hated me I just didn’t know it would come down to this. The knife seemed to lower towards me in slow motion, as did almost everything, but it was like constant deja vu. I saw it over and over again, and grew skeptical, yet I was still the same terrified and had the same reaction as the last.

The knife finally connected and was extremely painful, even when I don’t think I felt it, weird. I could still see, even though I think I was dead; he walked out of my room like nothing ever happened, and no one else bothered to check on me. Couldn’t they’ve heard me being tortured by my worst enemy? My biggest nightmare.

My father.

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I awoke uncomfortably with sweat everywhere and Liam shaking me violently, “Niall are you okay”, he cried. I slowly sat up, “yeah, just a really bad dream”. I stood up and to our surprise I was only wearing boxers, he chuckled, “I guess you took those off while you slept last night”. I ran around the room gathering the clothes and putting them on as he walked out of the room, “I’m in the kitchen whenever you’re done”, he informed me. “Okay”, was my simple reply.

I soon walked into the kitchen and found him pouring a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, “the Lucky Charms are Zayn’s, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind”. We sat at the table with our bowls of cereal and started eating, “where is Zayn”, I asked cautiously, “probably still sleeping, he gets really irritable if he wakes up to early”. I looked up, he did too, but confused, “why do you stick with him, because I’m not saying that you guys always look like this, but from what I’ve seen he just pisses you off”. He pulled his lips into a thin line, “I really don’t know, I guess I’m just afraid to break it off; I’m not ready to be alone again yet”. I swallowed my cereal, “you have me”, I assured, “I’ll always be here for you”. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers, causing me to blush, “thanks, Nialler”.

We heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, “I’m going to work”, Zayn said, “I love you babe”, Liam called, my heart sunk, why? “Yeah whatever”, Zayn replied and slammed the door. Liam let out a deep sigh, “so, what was your nightmare about”, he asked tenderly causing me to wince and shut my eyes. “Nothing”, I lied, starting to drink my milk, “you really expect me to think that you were lying almost naked in a pool of your own sweat, for nothing”. He laughed softly, attracting my gaze with his huge, longing, brown eyes, “yes”, I replied sheepishly, standing to put my bowl in the sink. He trailed behind me, eventually taking the lead as we entered the hallway.

“Follow me”, he said motioning with a finger. He led me into his shared room with Zayn, “make yourself comfortable”, he suggested, “we will probably be here a while, but it completely depends on you”. I raised an eyebrow as I sat on the couch on the other side of the room; Liam then turned the the lock on the door. “Do you really think that’s going to keep me in if I didn’t want to stay”, he nodded questionably, waiting for me to explain, “weren’t locks made to keep people out, not keep us in”. His eyes grew wide with realization as they stared down at the lock, realizing that I could easily get out, and then back at me; a smirk quickly growing on both of our faces. “Whatever”, he said through light laughter, causing a faint blush to rise onto my checks.