Ziall-Forbidden Love

Chapter Four

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Zayn's Pov:

It was weird for me seeing Niall like this. Since I'd known him he was the confident, Cocky but enclosed person. He wasn't one for showing peoples his emotions, So when he called me I knew it must be something major. The moment my eyes landed upon him I knew something wasn't right. He looked broken, Scared, Vulnerable, Like he had no physical power left inside his body. It looked as though that boy I knew wasn't there anymore. I seated Niall inside my car before closing the door, It was gone past 1 AM now why was he out so late on a school night especially? Well scratch that idea he never goes in anyway. 

"Niall what happened?" I asked, I waited for a reply but it never came he was silent as stars. I sighed leaning over him to lock the car door, He flinched and I felt the coldness flying off his body, He was freezing so I switched on the heating in the car. For the whole time I've known Niall I've never seen him just sit there, I've never been this physically connected to him. My head was telling me not to get involved he clearly doesn't want anybody around him, But my heart was telling me he needed a friend, He needed a shoulder to cry on. I wasn't crossing any boundaries I knew this because I wasn't an actual teacher so I couldn't get in trouble for wanting to help him with his personal life, Right?

"Niall what happened?" I tried asking him again he was still silent. So I sat there with him for around fifteen minutes waiting for his body to radiate enough heat. He was as cold as an ice pole. "Niall I'm going to take you home ok?" I began to ready the car engine up when I felt Niall's hand touch mine, My head bolted up.

"No, No please anywhere but home, Please" He kept repeating this over and over again, What the hell was happening? I was confused to say the least.

"Ok, Ok I'll take you to mine" I had no idea why he didn't want to go home, His family couldn't be abusing him could they? From what my father spoke of the Horan family they were very supportive people, They were supportive of both there sons education especially Greg. Niall didn't object to going my house, Infact he went back to being silent. On the drive back to mine so many thoughts were racing through my mind, So many questions that needed answering. 

"Niall, I know you maybe don't want to talk but I need answers" I said, He just nodded his head, What did that mean would he speak to me? There was only one way to find out. 

Me and Niall entered my small flat, It wasn't much but I had everything I needed, It was home to me. 

"Make yourself at home I'll be back in a minute" I walked down the small hallway into my bedroom, I figured he would need a change of clothes while I washed his blood covered ones, I grabbed him a pair of jogging bottoms and a jack willis t-shirt. After I grabbed them I walked into my sitting room and saw Niall sitting on my couch.

"Here" I said, "Get changed into these, You'll be alot warmer then I'll wash your other ones" I handed Niall the clothes before leaving the room again so Niall could get changed. While he did that I turned the kettle on and grabbed a small tub, I filled it up with some warm water and threw in a small wash cloth. I made us both a nice cup of hot chocolate, My mum always said if your trying to make someone feel better give them a sneaky hot chocolate, Makes it all better. I'd never had to use that strategy until now. I placed the drinks, The tub and the cloth on a tray, Then carried it into my living room. Niall had changed into the clothes I'd given him and he was holding the bloody covered clothes. I placed the tray down on the table and knelt down infront of him.

"I'm going to clean your cuts up ok? It might hurt a little so please tell me if it does?"

Niall's Pov:

Zayn came to my rescue he actually came, I had no idea who else to call, I knew nobody else would come, Nobody else seemed to care. My mum and dad wont even notice I'm not there. Zayn took me to his home telling me he had questions that needed answering, I knew it would come to this but I didn't think he would keep at it. Once we arrived at Zayn's he gave me some of his clothes, They were a little to big for me but they were warm none the less. They didn't grip to tight to my body thank god. Zayn walked back in the room with a tray full of things, He told me he was going to clean up my cuts, Until now I'd completely forgotten that I was bleeding, I'd became numb. But him saying he was going to clean me brought the reminder back.

"Ok" I whispered. He rinsed the cloth out before bringing it towards my face, I was scared, I was really scared, He slowly dragged the cloth across my cuts, It didn't even sting he was being so gentle, I was grateful for that. 

"Thank you" I whispered softly.

"Don't mention it" He replied.

"I mean it. You came when I called on you so thank you" I replied I meant it, I was grateful to him, But I wasn't going to let him in I couldn't do that. I couldn't trust him enough to tell him everything. Letting him in meant having to trust him, I didn't know if I could really do that. He finished cleaning up my face, There was no trace of blood left.

"This may sting a little if it does push my hand away ok?" He whispered softly, I nodded. Zayn slid his finger across some sort of cream then slowly rubbed the cream on my cuts, I hissed in pain but I didn't push him away, I gripped his arm tightly. He looked me in the eyes telling me he wasn't going to hurt me. I don't know why but I trusted him, Something in his eyes told me he didn't want to hurt me. 

"Are you ready to talk?" Zayn asked me once he was done.

"No" I replied softly, He sighed but nodded accepting I didn't want to speak yet.

"Ok" He replied. Handing me the hot chocolate."I'm here if you ever do want to speak Niall".

"Really?" I said back to him.

"Really" Zayn replied smiling softy at me. "You know I'm going to have to take you home in the morning right?" Zayn said bringing me back to reality. 

"I know, But I'm not going back into school, Not until my face is healed a little" I replied sighing. Zayn nodded understandingly.

"Well we have two options we can either have another tutoring session or we can watch a film, What do you think leprechaun?" Zayn replied speaking in an attempted Irish accent. I laughed a little answering with a movie. Zayn put one in then plopped himself down on the couch next to me, I was still a little cold but I was nervous to ask.

"Urm Zayn?" I said.

"Yeah?" Zayn replied looking at me. 

"I'm urm I'm cold" I replied, Zayn smiled warmly, And opened his arms for me.

"Come on then" I smiled slightly and crawled over to him, I laid my head on Zayn's chest and he wrapped his arms around me. There was something about his arms I felt a sense of security and safety just from being in his arms. Maybe he did care, Maybe I could trust him? Only time would tell, But I knew I wasn't ready right now. Only time would tell if I could really trust him. But right now I was safe in his arms that's all I cared for. Safety.