Fire Away (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 9

Niall's POV

I woke in an unfamiliar room, but the strong arms wrapped around me left a smile on my face. I started making small circles on his tattooed hand.

"Hi" I heard him whisper from behind me. "Hi" I whispered back to him. I turned in his arms we were facing each other. He had a sleepy smile on his and I'm sure I did too.

He kissed the tip of my nose and I cuddle into him. I heard him sniffing me and I laughed. "Why you laughing?" He asked as he kissed my hair. "You're smelling me" I said, sounding very Irish. He laughed and didn't respond.

After a minute of us just cuddling and laughing. Him kissing my head or my nose. I was falling back asleep in his arms. "What about school?" Zayn asked with sleep still in his voice. I looked up from his chest and kissed his chin. "Maybe we can stay in" he said and attacked my face with kisses.

I don't even know why but with Zayn it's so easy to just do what you want without thinking about. He's so easy to just cuddle and kiss. Maybe it's because he makes the little buzz in my head go away, the sound of Zayn's voice hushed the sounds of the voice inside my head.

He puts everything to sleep. He's like an angel. I kissed his lips and he smile while kissing me back. We kissed for a long time keeping it innocent. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip. I opened my lips a crack for his tongue to enter my mouth. I felt his tongue rub over mine and over the insides. It felt so nice and he tasted amazing. I started to let my tongue taste him.

Soon enough we were snogging and still giving each other soft touches. My heart was filling with love and so much emotions running through me.

I pulled back before anything got too heated. I pulled back and laid there looking at his perfect flushed face. His lips a little swollen and pink. That just made me want to kiss him more but I just pecked his lips.

I was wondering if he felt the same or if he just wanted a meaningless something. I knew I felt some emotion happening in me for this boy. My heart held a passion that I couldn't get rid of.

He sat up and looked over his room. I looked over it too. I saw some posters of a lot of bands and artist I knew and some I didn't. I also saw some paintings and drawing on the walls and on the floor. I saw some spray paint cans. I saw a lot of sketch books too. I looked over to the closet and saw how not damaged it is. I also saw how all the walls were fixed. He has a normal life, unlike me and Evan.

"I like your room." I said quietly. I felt his eyes on me. With sadness taking over my body the thought of mum being hurt right now, that got me up and walking out his room. "Where you going?" He asked while following me out. I got to the door and slipped on my shoes. "I have to go home. I'll see you at school tomorrow." I told him while opening the front door. "I'll walk you" he said but I wasn't going to have that. He can't see what a mess I really am. "I'm fine. I'll just go by myself. Besides you're still in your pyjamas" I said. Before he could speak I rushed out the door and started walking fast down the street.

Before I knew it I was walking to the back of my house so I could climb up to my window. I didn't want him to see me.

I started climbing, I climbed through my window and made a small thud noise. Fear rushed through me. I didn't hear footsteps so maybe he was sleeping.

I took off my shoes and changed my clothes. I went to the vent that was in my room. I listened and heard the tv going. I listened more, nothing but the tv was heard. I went to my door and listened. "No good for nothing, worthless faggot." I heard dad say. I don't know where it was coming from but he was waiting for me. I cracked open my door and stuck my head out looking around. I saw nothing but an empty hallway. I also looked at the walls and saw holes in the wall and dents. "MAURA!" Dad screamed. I closed the door fast and heard mums footsteps headed downstairs to see what that asshole wanted.

I heard muffled talking. I stayed by the door until I heard mums footsteps coming up the stairs again. If this isn't mum...

I opened the door and saw mum going into the bathroom. "mum" I whispered. She turned her head and her eyes widened. She rushed over and gave me a hug. "He's angry." She's whispered. I pulled her into my room and shut the door. "Let's go." I said and got my guitar case and opened it. I grabbed some clothes and stuffed them around the guitar. Mums soft hands touching my wrists stopped me. "We can't leave." She told me. "He'll change, you'll see" I shook my head at her. I waited years for him to change. Look at him he's still the same. "Mum, please come with me" he soft smile dropped and her eyes didn't look so loving anymore. "You can't leave Niall" she told me loudly. I got scared maybe dad would hear. Little did I know he didn't have to hear for this to turn bad.

She slapped me. "Stay here and he'll change. You can't leave." She told me. I started to think how Greg told me "mum is just as bad as he is, come with me please." And I denied his words and told him I wouldn't go unless mum could go too. Now I see what he means. I wish I could still talk to him.

Footstep after another, soon enough dad opened the door.

All hell broke loose. It was like everything was happening after another.

Dad slapped mum then she was on the floor crying. Dad put his beer next to her on floor. He grabbed me by the hair then threw me to the floor. "You're gonna watch." He said with his gross, hot breath on my face.

I watched him pull on mums skirt and take it off. I grabbed his bottle and smashed it on his head. He fell next to mum. I picked her up. She pulled up her skirt and look down at dad.

"Bobby.." She said actually concerned. Dumbass. Me or her?

She fell to her knees as she looked at her unconscious husband. She started crying. I was so confused. He is so bad to us. She looked at me with those same eyes my dad does. I started backing away.

"bastard" she said under her breath. I ran out the room and I was going to go back to Zayn's but.. He's just using you. He doesn't like you. Mum even hates you, faggot. I gave up running and stopped. She grabbed a shoe and started to hit my head. I tried to block the hits from the short woman but somehow she kept going.

After fifteen minutes she stopped. I was by the door crying. What am I going to do? Greg was right. Usually in these times I cry for my mum but right now I was crying for my Zayn.

Authors Note:

It was sweet at first... I am so sorry. Also I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday I got sort of busy. It's now 6am and second semester starts which is scary because new kids and more people to try avoid lol

Thank you for coming this far!

Sooooo

Long hair or short hair?