Ziall-Forbidden Love

Chapter Eight

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Niall's Pov:

I don't know why I called Zayn, I mean a part of me knew he would come for me, But when he actually did show up a sense of trust surged through me. He protected me from rape, He saved me, At that moment when he done that I knew I could trust him. I've had feelings for Zayn since I first laid eyes on him. I'm not blind hes fucking angelic. I don't exactly know why I kissed him, I suppose it was a heat of the moment thing, He did save me after all. Maybe it was a thank you? When he turned me down, I didn't know what to feel, In a sense I  was a little disappointed, But he did say he wants to, Maybe he likes me? This is so fucked up. Anyway, I told Zayn I was ready to talk, If he was ready to listen. Maybe I was going to regret this, Maybe I wasn't, either way I was going to tell him, I had the feeling this was going to be a long night.

Once we reached Zayns flat we walked straight into the sitting room, Zayn sat down on the chair patting the space next to him that's where I sat.

"Right before I tell you I want to put a few rules in place, ok?" I said, Looking at Zayn. He nodded and I continued, "First you don't speak until I'm done. Secondly, you don't ask questions until the end, I will answer any ones you have. Thirdly, Your not aloud to feel sorry for me, I hate when people do that". 

"Fair enough" Zayn replied. 

"Ok well. Ever since I could remember my parents have looked down at me. My brother Greg has been there main focus, They seem more concerned over what he does, See he can't do anything wrong in there eyes he get's the perfect grades, Has the good boy attitude, They attend all his parent evenings, Football games, Productions at school everything. However with me there the total opposite, Nothing I do ever seems to make them proud, Nothing will ever live up to what Greg's done. They've never once attended my parents evening, They don't care about my exam results, They never sit down and ask me how schools been. I put up with that for around five years, After that I stopped trying, What was the point in trying to please somebody who couldn't care less? Anyway, since I stopped trying I began rebelling, Staying out late drinking, Smoking all that shit, That's when I met Jacob. He seemed like the only person who understood me, He was so sweet, Kind, Caring ,Soft, Gentle, He made me feel special in the pit of my stomach, Then one night he-he" I broke off suddenly struggling to get the words out. Zayn placed a hand on mine basically telling me to continue. "B-before I do, Can you like keep holding my hand? It gives me strength?" I asked he nodded his head a small smile on his face. "So erm one day we were just hanging out and he hit me, I don't know why, Still to this day I don't. He promised me it was a one time thing, That it would never happen again, But it did, It happened again and again, Then the harsh words came. The names, The hurtful words that broke every bit of confidence I had, The words that closed me off from the whole world, The beatings continued for months Zayn, He kept making me believe I deserved it, Then one night he called me up clearly drunk, Obviously I went to meet him, I mean he was drunk anything could have happened and well I loved him, At least I thought it was love, In all reality it was fear. I'm scared of him, That was the night he started,-h-h-he-ra-r-r-rapp-ed m-m-m-e Z-a-y" I broke down crying the mental images returning to my head, Zayn leaned forward pulling me into his chest where I cried for hours on end. 

"I'm going to fucking kill the little bastard" Zayn said.

"No-no Zayn p-p-please h-he can't find out you know, Please Zayn please" I cried out gripping a hold of Zayn tighter. 

"Alright, Alright, I won't do anything" Zayn replied, I knew he wanted to, I could sense it in the way he held me. I haven't been held like this in a long time, A loving, Warm, Safe embrace. Zayn pulled away from the embrace making me feel cold all over again. 

"I'm going to get you some clothes and a hot drink stay here" Zayn said before taking off. 

Zayns Pov:

My blood was boiling. How could anybody fucking put there hands on Niall! How could anybody hurt someone as gentle as him?! If I ever get my fucking hands on that foul little git I'm going to rip his limbs out one by one! I couldn't contain my anger anymore, I punched the wall full force.

"Zayn" I heard Niall gasp out, I turned around to see the blonde boy standing in the doorway, Fresh tears filling his eyes. 

"Niall I-I" 

"No, It's fine I shouldn't have told you, It was stupid" Niall said trying to walk away, I lunged forward grabbing a hold of his hand. 

"Niall, I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me this" I said "I just, The thought of somebody hurting someone as innocent as you, It makes my skin crawl" I said. 

"Zayn?" Niall said looking at me.

"Yeah Ni?" I replied.

"Hold me?" Niall replied back, I smiled, before walking over to my bed dropping down under the covers, I motioned for Niall to come and join me, He was timid but he did so, I pulled the covers over us before pulling his body against mine. Niall wrapped his arms around me leaning his body close to mine. 

"I'm never going to let anybody hurt you ever again Niall, They have to get through me first, And I won't give up fighting to protect you, Not until I take my last breath and die" I whispered to him. He turned around in my arms so he was facing me, Tightening his grip on me.

"Don't say that" He said to me.

"I'm sorry. But, I care for you Niall, I really do" I exclaimed.

He had a small smile upon his beautiful face, Niall slowly leaned forward and placed a soft gentle kiss to my lips which I automatically returned. He then leaned his head into the crook of my neck, Falling into a deep sleep. There was no way I was going to let anybody hurt this angel ever again. The only way somebody would lay a finger on him again is over my dead body.