Niam One-Shots || [Book 1]

[141] Broken Love [RQ]

Prompt: Liam has been abusing Niall both mentally and physically for a while. How much can Niall handle before he wants it to end?

Requested by: suga_2My_mochi

Niall wakes up one morning to bruises on his arms, back aching and small cuts on his legs that wouldn't leave scars. He groans when slipping out of the bed entering the connected bathroom, hesitant when doing so as the shower can be heard running.

But he had to, slipping in carefully to brush his teeth with his also aching, left arm. The man in the shower, his boyfriend, Liam heard the small noises and opened the sliding door just enough for Niall to see him clearly.

“Pass me a towel, Niall.” He spoke in a demanding tone. The Irishman flinched but quickly obeyed, grabbing one of the plentiful amounts of towels at his side to hand it to Liam with a now quickly beating heart.

He set his toothbrush in the smallholder after spitting out the paste that he used then used the toilet to his advantage, hearing Liam get out of the shower behind him.

The taller brunette smirked at the bare behind he could easily smack, grab and ruin within seconds, doing the first option as hard as possible which made the Irishman squeal.

“My property, my rules, love. You can wear boxers today but that's it, alright?” Niall nodded and earned a subtle kiss on the lips, making him smile softly as he flushed the toilet in front of him at the same time.

He then went back into the bedroom and slipped on one of his own boxers, stretching out his arms carefully while making his way down to the kitchen where he had to make breakfast for himself and Liam.

The taller brunette went to the workout room for his daily routine, leaving Niall to cook alone and gather his thoughts without a single worry scratching at his back.

Being alone didn't last too long though, as Liam walked in just as he finished the bacon, eggs, and sausage that the man loved. Liam gave him a soft smile and a quick kiss to the cheek as a small gesture, humming in content at the delicious taste.

“Doing good today, love. Might earn a little something tonight if you keep it up.” Niall blushed a bit and felt his heart skip a sweet beat, eyes wandering over Liam's sweaty that he could never hate even if he tried.

Niall made his own plate after watching the taller male walk off though, making sure to eat enough that'll last him until lunch then dinner since Liam usually loved and expected to eat the leftovers of his created foods.

The day went by like any casual day for the Irishman, cuddling up to Liam's side if allowed, making food for his lover whenever he asked, and watching whatever TV show felt right in the time of day.

Night hit sooner than Niall expected, the moonlight shining in through the plentiful amount of windows as him and Liam laid in bed, both nearly naked as an owl can be heard from outside their bedroom window.

“L-Li, uh... Can I have what I wanted?” Liam looks over at him with a raised brow and shakes his head, going back to his book.

Niall huffed, “but I behaved today. I did what you asked and I at least earned a bit-” the Irishman couldn't finish his sentence as Liam had suddenly slapped him, hard.

The Irishman winces from the pain and holds his cheek with tears already brewing in his eyes, the taller brunette looking at him in disgust as he sets his book down carefully.

“You don't earn anything for being the cöck slut that you are, Niall. So nothing will be earned for another week unless you want me to lay another hand on you.” Niall fought the tears back and clenched his fists, getting out of the bed to head to his drawer.