Short Stories

Looks May Vary (Ziall/Niall Centric)

This was a lovely prompt requested by
@IAmJheyRiel, I hope you all enjoy :)

Prompt:

The lads are mutant or maybe just Niall. Niall has wings and also has some sort of unique powers. He is kept by Zayn because Zayn wants him all by himself. He's always guarded whenever Zayn is not around. Zayn always keeps Niall's innocence, he's possessive and over-protective. Until one night, Niall accidentally finds the way out Zayn's hide out. He doesn't know that having wings is not normal. Then he meets the other lads and they take Niall because he's different like them.
Zayn is very mad and the conflict there starts!

I hope this is what you wanted... This was a lot more detailed then I thought.

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Niall was different, but not the different as in he read books instead of socialized with friends, no, Niall was different because he had wings, oh but that wasn't all, he also could kill people and animals and break things with his eyes, he doesn't know how he can, he just looks at whatever it is and it just suddenly collapses at his feet. His best friend, Zayn, says that he has Acid Vision, but at this moment, his secondary power is yet to be named.

Another reason Niall was different was that he didn't go to school, he was locked in the basement where him and Zayn slept on a dirtied, ripped mattress in the corner, Zayn was so over protective of him, never letting him leave the basement to do anything, even to take a quick glance out into the real world. The basement only had a lightbulb dangling from a thread attached to the concrete ceiling, it was so unwelcoming and dark that sometimes Niall cried and screamed for Zayn, even though he has lived there for many, many years.

It was another morning just the same as the others, the feeling of Zayn's muscular embrace disappearing from his waist made him groan and turn over, blinking up at his friend as he got up.

Niall should've mentioned this before, but Zayn was different like him. If Zayn wasn't, he probably wouldn't be down living in this hell with him. Zayn had wings just like Niall but they were much larger, they would wrap around the both of them at night since they didn't have a blanket, and it felt so warm and comfortable that it saved them through many cold winters. Zayn also had a secondary power like Niall, but it was a lot less ruthless, the power was called Aura Reading, meaning Zayn could sense the strength of a persons power if they had one, peoples emotions and also health, it came in handy when knocks came from upstairs at what Niall guessed was the front door of the house they lived in.

Niall had never understood why Zayn was aloud upstairs and he wasn't until he was seventeen, when he almost snuck out of the house when Zayn accidentally left the basement door unlocked. Zayn had screamed at him for a full ten minutes, Niall was crying and screaming out frustrated apologies. And when Zayn finally stopped, he wrapped Niall up into his arms and pointing at the wings on his back. "Do you know how to hide these?" He asked, raising a questioning brow. Niall thought for a second before shaking his head, looking down at his feet. Zayn softly grabbed Niall's chin and lifted it till blue met brown. "I do," he then pointed to Niall's eyes, "can you control your power?" He asked, raising his brow once again. Niall shrugged, awkwardly keeping eye contact. Zayn smirked and nodded, taking his hand away from Niall's chin, setting it onto his lap. "I do. I can't have you walking around with wings on your back, people are cruel, they will think you are some kind of monster made by the hands of the devil. And I don't want innocent people dying whenever you can't control your emotions." Zayn explained, grabbing Niall's hands and entwining them with his. "Do you understand now? People can't except mutants like us, we are so rare that me and you could possibly be the only ones left that haven't been killed." And when Zayn said that last word, Niall flinched and recoiled, holding back a whimper. But Zayn's expression stayed the same, his friend leaning forward to peck his forehead, whispering "you'll be just like me soon enough."