Fire Away (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 14

Niall's POV

Zayn spoke with such a soft voice. I felt like I could trust him but there was something telling me I couldn't tell him.

I've kept everything in for so long. I don't know how to put it in words to someone who wouldn't understand. I know Evan understands but Zayn might not and I can't put it in words.

"Fire away" Zayn told me. More tears came with his words and it just slipped out.

"My dad. He's a bad alcoholic and when he's drunk he gets angry and he start with my mum. He beats her and sometimes even rapes her. And when he's done with mum, he makes his way to my room. I always hide in the closet. It takes seven steps to get there. Sometimes five if he's taking big steps. When he gets there, it's the same thing every time. He pulls me out and kicks me and whips me with a belt. My brother ran away with no word to my mum or my dad. If he did then he would still be there. He left the house one night and asked me to go with him. I told him no, because our mum was still there and still going to get hurt. He told me that night that she was as bad as my dad. I never believed him until a couple nights ago. I tried to help her. She beat me. It felt so weird seeing my mum crying over the man that hurts her and her son." I finished but I still felt like I had more to say. Zayn still had his hand running through my hair but he kept quiet.

After a few minutes of us being quiet and my tears falling non stop. Zayn finally spoke.

"Don't go back. Stay with me." He whispered so quietly. Even though it was quiet I knew he meant it and I knew this could be my chance to keep my head focussed. With Zayn all the commotion in my head stops. He has such a positive affect on me. I just don't know how to do this. I can't just move in with him. What if we don't work? I just don't know how to say yes to something that could change my life. For all I know it could get worse. I haven't met Zayn's parents yet so I can't just move in.

"You know I can't Zayn." I replied wanting so much to tell him yes. I just know it will all end horribly.

"Don't go back tonight and just stay with me. Just for this night." He said while placing his hand on my cheek and and turning my head gently to look at him. There was something about his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that I just couldn't say no to. I nodded slowly. I physically saw relief cover his body.

He leaned down and kissed my lips. I kissed him back. We've kissed before but this kiss felt so different. It felt like Zayn was trying to say something without using words but still using his mouth. He pulled back, making whimper for his lips back. He just lightly chuckled while looking down at my lips.

"I love kissing you." He whispered. I smiled at his words. If I didn't know any better then I would have thought he just said he loved me. Since I do know better I held in all my urges to tell him that he silences the buzz in my head and he helps me be happier. I would tell him he's literally perfect in every way. I would tell him "I'm glad you're in my life and you saved me from a lot"

He kissed my forehead and whispered into my hair that was covering my forehead. "I'm glad you're in my life too. I might love you" he said.

Tears started to fill in my eyes but I held them back. He just said he might love me. I guess I didn't know better this time because the words just slipped out of my mouth. "I might love you too."

I felt his lips tighten into a big smile on my forehead where he left small kisses.

I lifted my head a bit so Zayn and I would be eye to eye. His brown eyes held something that I've never seen in anyone's eyes before. It was almost like I could feel his emotions. He was pouring his soul into my eyes. Making me fall that much harder for him.

Three soft knocks were heard from Zayn's door. I jumped a bit. Zayn just held me closer to him for a bit before getting up and leaving me on the bed alone to open the door a bit. I was a little in shock of how gentle Zayn was being with me to hear what was happening. It was all muffled.

"Yeah, we'll be down in a minute." Was all I heard when Zayn came back to sit next to me. We looked at each other with smiles on our face. I don't know why but right now in this moment, I was on top of the world. I really like being with Zayn, my boyfriend.

We smiled at each other like idiots. I felt like I was back in middle school, looking at my crush and getting the giggles. "Hi" I whispered. His smiled got bigger as he let out a small chuckle. "Hi" he said back to me. I stole a quick kiss from him and pulled him into the bed to cuddle me. He laughed and held me close to him. "My dad made dinner. You hungry?"

I immediately say up to look at him. "Let's go eat." I said like I was mad. By the way he laughed I knew he knew I was joking.

We both made our way downstairs. I was kind of scared to meet Zayn's parents but if his dad cooked then I guess he's okay.

When we entered the kitchen with Zayn's hands tangled with mine, the smell of stroganoff filled my nose.

"Smells good dad." Zayn said as we both took a seat beside each other. I looked at Zayn's dad and saw a lot of resemblance to Zayn. They both had very tan skin, high cheek bones and jet black hair. Zayn was just younger and taller. Zayn also had a lot of tattoos for his age. His dad had a couple I could see, because he had on a short sleeved shirt.

"You must be Niall. I'm Yaser." He said with a smile while he continued to stir his cooking. It looked almost done and it smelled incredible. "Hi" I said quietly. He laughed at me a bit but I guess he was being friendly.

"Where's you mum?" I asked Zayn. He seemed a little sad about it. He shared a look with Yaser and looked back to me. "She died from cancer years ago." He told me bluntly. I had regret forming in me from asking that question.

"I'm sorry." I said. "Not your fault." Yaser said. "Let's just eat, shall we?" He said while getting three plates out and putting an equal amount of food to each plate.

We ate while we held a small conversation about Zayn being a baby. Zayn's face was red as a tomato.

Everyone was finishing up their plates. I forgot that normal families have meals. I didn't realize how big of a food fan I am. Yaser washed some dishes while Zayn and I cleared the table.

"Dad, is it alright if Niall spends the night?"

"If his parents are okay with it and if you guys keep it PG" he said sounding so serious about that. I tried to hold in my laugh but couldn't.

"Oh my god, dad." Zayn said while shaking his head. I laughed at them. I could feel the love they had for each other. Something about all this just made it feel so home like. Even if it's just them two here I can definitely feel the love from them. It's something I've never felt from my parents.

Authors Note:

This chapter took forever I'm sorry. And I'm sorry it's long. I'm trying to fit so much things in here. Also I'm sorry about how bipolar this chapter is.

Things are going to be happy soon!!!

I guess this was kind of a happy ending in this chapter but still not happy enough!