My Savior «Zustin Mieber» DD/lb

One

Warning: sexual and physical abuse ahead.

Zayn Malik walks down the dark alley, sniffling and wiping off his runny nose. "Excuse me?" A deep voice calls behind him. Out of curiosity, Zayn turns. "I think you dropped this," the man holds something out.

Zayn looks down at the shiny object. "No, I-" he gets cut off by a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He looks down to see the knife now in his joint. The man rips it out and shoves him to the ground. Zayn lets out an ear piercing shriek as his face smashes against the pavement. A girl's voice screams at the man to stop when he rips Zayn's pants off.

Please wake up, the younger man yells inside of his head. This is all a dream, I know it.

"Oh yeah," the man thrusts into Zayn. "Shut the fuck up," he punches the back of his head.

Zayn closes his eyes as he sobs loudly. He counts up, something that always calms him down. The sound of sirens in the distance causes the man to speed up his actions until he comes in Zayn's backend.

As the man scampers away from the scene, the girl bites her nails as she watches Zayn sob. An ambulance pulls up and two people jump out, one male and one female. They both kneel next to the young man as a police car pulls up.

"Tell me all that you know," the female tells the younger girl.

The male, Justin Bieber, reaches out to flip the unknown boy over. Zayn flinches away with a scream, begging for no one to touch him. "You're okay, I promise I won't hurt you," Justin coos to the boy laying on the ground. Zayn whimpers as he moves away from the EMT. "Hey, you're going to be okay. What's your name?" Justin places his hand on Zayn's cheek.

"Z-Zayn," he stutters out.

Justin nods, smiling a bit. "I'm Justin. My friend Marie is going to get you all bandaged up, okay?" Zayn looks at him unsurely. "Here," he extends his hand to the boy.

Zayn rests his small hand inside of Justin's. "Jay, keep talking to him. He's lost a lot of blood," a female voice says sternly.

"What did you have for dinner tonight?" Justin asks softly.

Zee lets out a cry of pain as the woman gets a bandage on his shoulder. "I-I," he sniffles, "have e-eat-eaten."

This causes the older man to pout. "Well, we'll have to get you some food when you get to the hospital," he strokes the back of Zayn's hand with his thumb. "I'm going to lift you up so I can get you in the ambulance, okay?" He nods in agreement as his eyes start to close. "No, no, don't close your eyes."

He places Zayn on the stretcher that sits in the back. Marie climbs into the front, flicking on her sirens and speeding off.

...

"Your shift ended an hour ago, want a ride back to base to get your things?" Marie asks Justin.

He shakes his head. "No, that's alright. I want to make sure he's okay," he mumbles.

She pats his shoulder lightly. "You can go back there, they said he's stable."

"Thanks, Marie!" He shouts to the elderly woman.

"No problem, Bieber!"

Justin hesitantly opens the door to Zayn's room. "Hey," he says quietly, yet loud enough to get his attention.

The red- puffy eyed man looks up. "Oh, hi," he says a bit confused.

"I wanted to keep you company until your family arrives," he smiles a bit as he closes the door. When he looks up, Zayn is frowning deeply. "What's wrong?" He makes his way over to the left side of Zee's bed.

"My family is back in England."

It's only now that Justin recognizes his accent as British.

"Is there anyone I can call for you?"

He shakes his head in response. "My friends are-"

He gets cut off by four men busting in the door. "Zayn!" The blonde one shouts.

Justin looks up to the guys then back to the man on the bed. "Who are you?" The curly haired one asked as he pointed to the EMT.

"I'm Justin," he stands from his chair. "I'm the EMT that brought him here."

"I'm Harry," he extends his hand. "This is Niall, my boyfriend Louis, and Liam." Justin shakes Harry's hand as he points to the men as he says their names.

Liam walks to the side of Zayn that was opposite of Justin. "Baby, I think it's time for you to come home," he caresses Zee's cheek.

"No," he swats his ex's hand away. "Don't touch me," he breaks into a sob. Liam persists on touching him. "Justin," he cries out.

Everyone wears looks of confusion. Justin moves closer to the crying man as Liam backs away. "Guys, can you give us a minute?" Harry asks the rest of his friends.

They file out of the narrow hospital door. "Rape victims tend to cling to someone who was at the scene," Justin explains. Harry watches closely as Zayn wraps his undamaged arm around the unknown man's waist and buries his face into his abdomen. "I've seen this so many times," he sighs, "I'll wait until he falls asleep then I can tell you and your buddies everything I know."

And almost an hour later, the brunette was asleep.

"I have so many questions," the blonde, Niall, asks Justin.

He nods, standing in front of the three chairs they sat in. Louis sits on Harry's lap with Niall next to them and Liam on the end. "I know you do, I'm going to try and answer all of them," he promises them softly.

"Did you see the man who did this to him?" Liam snaps.

Justin nods, hesitantly this time. "Yes, the policemen that were at the scene took him from a man that caught him. He was in the back of the car when we left."

"He seems very attached to you," Louis mumbles.

"It'll go away as soon as I leave."

Harry's eyes go wide. "You can't leave him," he rushes to say. "He's been through too much."

Louis nods in agreement. "I've seen that look on him before. He needs you, Justin."

Justin lets out a heavy sigh. "Look," he starts, "I have to go home. I've been up since six o'clock yesterday morning and it's almost 2 a.m. I'll leave my number and let him decide if he wants to call me." They all watch the EMT who saved their best friend, walk out.

Niall mumbles a 'I'm hungry' as he leans his head on Liam. "Wanna go walk to the vending machines with me?" Liam leans his head on Niall's.

The blonde nods before standing up with his best friend. Louis looks down at his boyfriend. "You look so tired," he comments- pushing a lock of curls behind Harry's ear. Haz closes his eyes with a nod, leaning into his boyfriend's touch. "We could go home, Niall and Liam could stay."

This time Haz shakes his head. "I'd rather us be here when he wakes up and not Liam," he grumbles.

Louis agrees silently. "You can lean on me, baby."

...

Zayn's eyes flutter open to reveal the dark hospital room. He feels his phone resting in his lap. Pressing the home button, the screen brightens. An unknown number makes Zayn furrow his eyebrows.

Unknown:
Hey, Zayn. It's Justin, I just wanted you to have my number in case you need anything. Let me know when you get out of the hospital and I'll take you out to lunch or dinner.

Zayn whimpers once he realizes his savior is gone. He quickly types a text back to him.

Zayn:
Can you pick me up tomorrow?

Justin:
Of course. Get some rest and call me when you wake up.

Zayn sets his phone next to him. He looks up and around to see all of his friends had left. A frown plays along his lips before he decides to go to back to sleep.