I Feel Safer With You- a Niam/Ziam fanfiction

Part 3 1/2

Zayn’s POV:

1 Hour Ago

I awoke to loud ass talking downstairs, at least the headache I had from that little Irish twat was gone. I groggily got out of bed and but on some clothes, preparing for work. I started to recognize voices a bit more, “the Lucky Charms are Zayn’s, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind”, I rolled my eyes and groaned, could he not. I walked downstairs hearing muffled chatter and little being made out, “not saying that you guys always look like this, but from what I’ve seen he just pisses you off” I heard in a thick Irish accent.

I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, listening to the rest of the conversation, “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 heard Liam admit. 

“You have me”, Niall started, “I’ll always be here for you”, my eyebrows quickly swept over from confusion to hatred; that bitch needed to be put in his place. “Thanks, Nialler”, Liam replied, I had heard enough, I was to the point were I was so angry that tears were starting to form. “I’m going to work”, I said walking out of the house as I shot a glare at Niall.

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I returned home about 10 minutes later- I forgot my phone- and walked into the house to find that the other guys were gone, they must’ve finished eating. I guess you could say I calmed down since I walked out, I did kind of blow it out of proportion; maybe they were just starting a great friendship. I walked passed the guest room, Niall wasn’t in there, peculiar. I walked to my room door and turned the knob, locked. Why the fuck did the door need to be locked.

“Lets start of easy then, shall we? What was your dream about”, I heard Liam inch, “it- uh, m-my, it was about my father”. I figured listening to this might benefit me, “He was beating me and trying to kill me but no one was there to help me. I was going to come and get you but he tripped me, which resulted in my death. But what hurt the most was that after I died you didn’t care enough to come see if I was okay”, I constantly reminded myself that maybe they’re building a friendship, they don’t have anything going on.

“Niall, I’ve cared about you ever since I saw you through the restaurant window, more than you even know”, again I was skeptical about their relationship status, “I love you Ni”, nevermind. It was clear what they were, in love, but not together obviously, hopefully. But I thought Liam was better than that, I thought he would at leas give me the satisfaction- not so much closure- of telling me that he wasn’t interested anymore. But no.

I started to hear clothes ruffling, sniffles and tears being wiped away, ” he raped me”, Niall muttered softly, “I thought you said you died”, Liam questioned. I listened intently, for what I guessed would be the last time, “this wasn’t in the dream”, Niall admitted, I pulled my ear from the door with an evil smirk permeating my face.

This wouldn’t end well for them; if they were going to bring me down like this, I don’t think there was any other option but to take them with me.

Karma’s a bitch.