✓ bromance one shots ✎ major editing ✐

✎ when love takes over ☞ ziall

Warnings
☞ strong language
☞ trigger warning
☞ acts of abuse
☞ scenes of violence
☞ abuse of drugs
☞ abuse of alcohol

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Ever since Niall's mother passed away three years ago, the happy aura that surrounded his tiny family shattered and took every ounce of familiarity he grew up in for the past seventeen years.

His father, who he constantly looked up to for support and heeding advice, became a shell of the man he used to be. Lonely nights spent drinking away his heartache in moderation, turned into sniffing multiple chemicals that left him with the remnants of the white powder constantly beneath his nose and glazed eyes that now easily fell asleep after his body got the addictive substances that he was at their mercy.

Niall was forced to begin supporting himself if he ever wanted to complete his education due to the fact that all savings and any source of income they had was taken by his father, sometimes forcefully from which he had scars on his body to show for, in order to satisfy his deadly needs.

A particular monetary drought and a desperate-to-the-point-of-convulsing Mr. Horan landed him indebted to the last drug-lord anyone wanted to upset, Yasser Malik.

Niall had found the fifth consecutive day of his father's absence to be a little strange, but he has long since stopped questioning his whereabouts and actions, so the last thing he expected after a week of his dad's disappearance, when he walked into their relocated shabby house after a long day of classes and waiting tables, was an intimidating group of unfamiliar people mobbing his house, and his dad tied to a chair with a man not much older than himself standing by his side, expertly twirling a gun with three fingers.

"D-Dad?"

"Ah. You must be Niall, Mr.Horan's most prized possession." The mystic creature, who looked too angelic to be capable of sounding so sinister, bore his unsettling gaze straight into the scared boy's eyes.

"I'm sorry, what?" Niall managed to speak past his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

"Allow me to explain, Niall. Your father here owes us money and has failed to meet all prolonged deadlines we gave him, and to top it all off, he thought he could simply run away to the next town without paying the money he pledged to have seven days ago. We made the trip ourselves to collect our money only to find that your dad had been lying all along and had no intentions to repay us. Our condition to spare his life is to claim and own the most valuable item he owns, and this happens to be you." By the last five words of the torturous explanation, Niall was shaking in trepidation.

"C-Claim? Own? I have nothing to do with this. P-Please, is there no other way out of this? I can pay the money, but can I split it up onto six months?" Niall was close to melting into a pile of desperation by the indifference he saw in the deceivingly warm hazel eyes staring back at him bemusedly.

"Now now. Sorry to break it to you, that is not how things work in the real world princess. You either come with me, or I make you both watch each other die." He continued to twirl the gun around his fingers mindlessly as if he was not currently ending Niall's admittedly fruitless life either way.

"Let me make the decision for you babe, you're coming with me anyways. Igor, untie Mr.Horan and punch him unconscious. Dave, get blondie into the car. Don't be too rough with him." With that, the disbelieving boy was hauled over Dave's shoulder and gave his dad one last unforgiving look before Igor knocked him out.