The Place To Lose Your Fears *A Ziall AU*

CHAPTER 16

Though the gif was cute😍😍😍😂

I was going to make this one big chapter, but it was too long though for that, so i broke it up into two, get your tissues ready, it's full of emotions and social issues, particularly child abuse, homophobia and neglect.

<<CHAPTER 16>>

<<Niall's POV>>

I ran into the small mob and kicked the man who had whacked poor Harry's jaw with a stick. He looked to be in his thirties and a traveler or some other temporary profession. Then another person yelled and they were going to get on top of me, but Richard came and put up a fight.

"Stop!" the young boy shouted. Louis tried to shush him, with no avail, "Please stop!" he coughed. I saw how a victim was trying to stop harm to a persecutor and it immediately melted me heart. Richard kept fighting off a small group of weird men and Harry was slowly getting up, massaging his neck. I threw off me coat and yelled in a booming, thick Irish timbre,

"I am King Niall Horan the eighteenth and I demand for ye blokes ta stop this immediately!" I roared. Me anger was rising now and I was ready to cast me judgements on all of these culprits. Louis and the boy seemed even more terrified than the other men for some reason, shaking in terror. But everyone calmed doon. Hopefully the ruckus hasn't woken anyone else up, but it probably has.

"No, honey, he's not upset at ye lads, it's the other attackers," Harry gently explained.

"Now, please explain what the hell happened?" I asked

"Uh, sir, well," began a man, clearing his throat, probably in his thirties tall and in a sailor outfit, probably a carpenter or worked something with wood. He has a brown beard and shaved head.

"Yes, continued," motioned Richard, straightening his suit.

"Those two blokes there were caught committing homosexual acts, they are perverts to the eyes of the almighty father, damned to hell to be burned for the rest of eternity!" Another man accused. He was looking to be in his sixties, a minister or reverend of some sort. Looked to be puritan by his outfit. He did not look as if he participated in the brawl.

"Ye shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination!" The old reverend recited, "The holy God above me says that in Leviticus 18:22!" I've heard this many times before and I was barley able to stop him from spouting off more animosity. "These two are agents of the evil one and we must cleanse this town of all evildoers such as these, I came out for a stroll and I know why, the great father almighty has called me to do his will of cleansing such perverts like these off of the face of his great creation and into the chasms of hell where they are destined ta!" he boomed, erupting with thick hatred and enmity.

I've heard of this and I know exactly what Jesus would do.

"There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you—who are you to judge your neighbor?" I recited, "That is James 4:12, Jesus Christ, son of Man said that himself." I was unusually at peace, maybe it's the peace from the holy spirit.

"But we can't jest sit around and let these heathens sin!" another man shouted

"Be quiet and let the king speak!" Zayn shouted back.

"Now, what exactly did they do that was this 'homosexual act?'" I questioned

"They were touching each other in a very corrupted and depraved style!" the reverend blamed, eyes filled with contempt and revulsion. "It is God's will to send these infidels to hell!" he accused once again. I could see his ego fuming from his wrenched soul. I was so done with listening to his scorn and loathing.