Ziall-Forbidden Love

Chapter Thirteen

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Niall's Pov:

I never thought the police would ask that many questions. They made me go back to the very start, I don't know how many times they had to stop so I could calm down. In the end I asked if I could speak to Zayn, They agreed giving me a few minutes to calm down. 

"Niall, What's up?" Zayn asked walking into the room. 

"I can't do this Zayn, I want to go home" I replied. 

"Niall, You need to do this, You've made it this far. Don't give up not yet. Tell you what, after this is done we will go back to mine order a pizza, Cuddle on the couch and watch whatever film you like" Zayn said to me. 

"Promise?" I asked. He nodded his head giving me a quick kiss. Zayn then left the room and I sat down ready for even more questions. Images of Jacob touching me, Violating me, Leaving bruises all over my body filled my head, Anger began to build inside me, I'm going to send his ass down!

After what felt like hours I was finally able to leave the police station. I ran straight into Zayn's open arms inhaling his scent. I couldn't have done all this without him, Harry was right, I shouldn't be scared to turn to him, He's here because he wants to be, Because he cares, He doesn't want anything in return. I've never felt the way I do when I'm around him. 

"Thank you" I said, Zayn looked at me confused. 

"What for?" Zayn asked. 

"Sticking with me through it all" I simply said, Zayn smiled before pulling me closer to him. 

"Anything for you".

We finally arrived back at Zayn's apartment, I explained that I could murder a shower, He said he would order the food while I showered up. Once inside the bathroom I looked around smiling, Zayn's clothes were all plastered across the floor, The shirt he wore the first day we met laid there. I picked it up smiling, These are the kinds of memories I want to remember. I decided I would wear the shirt, I knew Zayn wouldn't mind he never does, I pulled off my shirt, Looking myself in the mirror, I had bruises and hand print marks all over my body, There was a knock on the door seconds later.

"Niall, I left my wallet in my jeans, There in there can you open the door?" Zayn's voiced echoed off the walls. 

"Erm, Yeah sure, But Zayn don't freak ok?"

"Alright?" Zayn replied, I opened the door trying to cover the bruises as best I could with his shirt, Zayn's mouth flew open at the sight. 

"Oh Ni, Is that from him?" Zayn asked looking at my bruises, I said nothing, I only nodded my head. Zayn balled his fists up, Before taking a deep breath. 

"It's not that bad" I said. 

"Not that bad? Ni look at you" Zayn replied, Walking towards me holding out his hand, I took it immediately "You didn't deserve that, You don't deserve any of these" Zayn said calmly, But I could tell underneath it all his skin was crawling. "Ok look, Urm shower and get changed, I don't want to make you uncomfortable" Zayn said before he could leave I quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. 

"No, Don't" I said, Zayn looked at me lovingly. "The bruises they, They still hurt, I-I thought urm maybe, Maybe they wouldn't hurt so much, If loving hands were to- Never mind" I said

"Sit down" Zayn said softly, I looked at him with questioning eyes, Before sitting down on the edge of the bath. Zayn knelt infront of me holding the wash cloth under the running tap. He then slowly rinsed the cloth, I looked to see the water dripping from his hands to his fingertips, It was such a beautiful view. He then slowly brought the cloth to my chest gently grazing it over my bruises, He placed his other hand gently on my abs, The bruises they wern't even hurting anymore, I was to busy focusing on the sensation of having Zayn's gentle, Soft hands on me, It was nothing compared to Jacobs rough harsh grip. After Zayn gently washed each bruise he left soft gentle kisses where they sat, He was being so gentle I wasn't used to it, He put his hand back in the warm water wetting the cloth again, Rinsing it before gently running it across my abs, I hummed softly, Zayn then began to whisper sweet nothings into my ear. 

"I'm going to save you Niall. Your smile it's so beautiful you should use it more often. I'm going to kiss away all those horrid bruises, Those filthy hand prints I'm going to stroke away. You have the kindest heart I've ever known, Your so beautiful Niall, Beautiful in every single way. That scumbag is never touching you again not ever" Zayn whispered softly kissing behind my ear, Sending shivers down my spine. I tilted my head around to capture his lips in a loving kiss, Our tongues softly battled together, I stood up gently pushing Zayn against the wall, I pushed our bodies together until there was nothing between us, Not even air. I then grabbed the bottom of Zayn's shirt trying to pull it from his body. 

"Ni, Niall" Zayn gasped out. "Niall baby stop".

"Zayn I want this, I want you" I replied rubbing our bodies together, Zayn groaned before grabbing my arms.

"Niall baby, Stop, Ni" He said kissing my lips before pulling away, I pulled away from him a questioning look on my face. 

"What's the problem? We can go to the bedroom if you want?" I said grabbing his hand, Zayn gripped my hand tightly, Rubbing my palm.

"Niall listen ok? I want this, I want it so much and I want it with you, But not right now, Not yet. Niall, I don't want you to feel that I'm taking advantage of you, I want the moment to be right Ni, I don't want it just to be sex,  I want it to mean something, I want us to make love Niall, Just wait awhile longer baby" Zayn said running his hands up and down my arms. I sighed dropping my head into his shoulder blades. "Come on lets go watch that film" Zayn said smiling, I smiled back before quickly throwing on his shirt. 

Jacob was wrong Zayn didn't want me for sex, He loved me, All my doubts were gone, Here I was laying in my boyfriends arms, He doesn't want to force me into sex. All he wanted was to hold me. For the first time in a long time, I finally knew I could trust, It was the most amazing feeling in the world.