Zayn's POV
"I...I'm his submissive"
"What is a submissive?" I asked confused
"I do sexual favors for him"
"Don't all couples-"
"Not that kind" Niall mumbled "I might be his partner but that doesn't me he treats me the way you ever did"
"Niall, I'm completely lost" I admitted "I have never heard of the term submissive in my entire life"
"It's like a sex slave"
"So you fuck other people?"
"No I... Just forget it" Niall shook his head
"What is a submissive?"
"He's my master!"
"Master?"
"Bloody hell, you're useless!" Niall began to boil in anger "you were a player, how the hell don't you understand that?"
"Have I ever been a submissive?" I shouted at him "or had one? I don't even know if that's how you use that word in a sentence!"
"I do as he tells me to and he beats me as part of it when I disobey me!" Niall shouted
"What the hell did you do on a Saturday?"
"You" the words tumbled from my lips "I mentioned you"
"What?"
"We were arguing" Niall whimpered "I told him you'd never treat me the way he does"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because it's the truth" He trembled "you'd never, ever hit me or call me any of the things he does. You'd never act like you loved me in public and then use me for nothing more than a sex toy off camera"
"Niall... Did you know what you were signing up for?"
"You'd never call me a whore!" He shouted "you'd never tie me up so I couldn't touch you!"
"To a chair?"
"You'd never hurt me more than you loved me... Ever" Niall wiped his eyes "if he were you... I'd be happy, I know I seem happy anyway but that's an order from him. We share the money but most of it belongs to him. He got me famous and the richest man in almost the entire of Britain"
"You know I'd hurt you but... Never like this"
"I told him that you loved me better" he whimpered "th-that you were better than he's ever been and that I love you"
"You told him?!"
"He doesn't know about anything else I swear" Niall said quickly "and technically I'm not having an affair because I haven't slept with you"
"You're too battered to fuck!"
"Tell that to him!"
"You don't know how tempted I am right now to shoot Harry through the forehead" I snarled
"Where the hell are you supposed to get a gun?"
I pointed to the drawers and his eyes widened "y-you own one?"
"Yes, and it seems like I've got a fucking good reason to use it"
"You can't kill him!"
"And why not?"
"He is famous, I don't even have forty percent of his money!" Niall said quickly "he got me my job and y-you'd get arrested for murder!"
"And defending the man that I love"
