Just A Kiss-A Ziall story

Soothed

So this didn't take me to long to write i wrote in about an hour so it's not very long and not very good but i'm half sleep so you get what you're given, lol.

Zayn swaggered out of the room, his face blank, as though he hadn’t beaten his boyfriend. He walked robotically to the hotel bar and ordered three tequila and downed them quickly, repeating the process over and over again, until the bar tender, at only around nine in the evening, that he’d had too much and he could no longer serve him. “F-Fi-yien,” Zayn mumbled drunkenly, “Th-there’s booze in my in me room anyway.” He stumbled away, falling over himself.

Half way out of the bar, he changed his mind. He wasn’t as drunk as he’d like to be, he wanted to get absolutely rat arsed.

He hailed a taxi and said, “Take me to the hottest joint in town, m-my good man.”

After a while the car stopped and he stumbled out and paid the man. He counted his money and grinned as he realized he had about two hundred bucks. Perfect. I am so getting smashed tonight.

He staggered to the bar and managed to mask his voice enough to appear slightly sober. “Erm can I have an orange wicked, and a pint of lager please?” he asked handing over the money. He sat down at a table where a young girl was sitting. “Hey there baby cakes,” He drawled.

“Hi,” She smiled in a small voice.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here with no one to look after you?”

“Oh no, my girlfriend is over there, I don’t drink you see.”

“Dang, oh well, best that anyways, I got a, I got a boyfriend back in our hotel.” Zayn slurred, smiling dopily as he thought of Niall, his memories of hurting him completely erased.

“Aw how sweet. So what’s he like?”

“He’s blond and he’s Irish, and he’s totally adorable. W-we’re both b-bisexual. He’s like a, like a teddy bear, he loves cuddles and food, so we often cuddle while we eat, cos that always makes him happy. He, he he’s my prince.” Zayn grinned, thinking happily of Niall.

“Aw, you seem like a really nice guy, but I think you should get back to him. Some of the people here in oz, oh you wouldn’t believe, they see someone they like they’ll stop at nothing to get them, some wait for the right moment and some just take them on the spot. So run back to your boy.”

Zayn smiled. “You’re really cute, if we weren’t taken I’d so desperately want to shag your brains out.”

“Charming,” The girl giggled.

“Bye!” Zayn called downing his drinks and walking out. He whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the licence plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. “Wow this cab is rare, but forget it man, when I get home I’ll watch some Bel Air.” Zayn thought as he sat down and directed the cabbie to the hotel. He paid and then stumbled up to his and Niall’s room.

“Oh Niall! Nialler!” He called as he entered. Niall wasn’t in the living room kitchen or bathroom. He opened the bedroom door to see Niall asleep, well more passed out, and tied to the bed. “Niall!” He shouted storming towards the boy and shaking him awake. “Who did this to you? Who was it? Are you having an affair?” Zayn thundered.

To his shock Niall just whimpered. “Z-z-Zayn, y-y-you d-d-did this to me remember? You thought, I fancied Louis a-and t-tied me up and b-beat me. Then you left me and I passed out.”

“Oh my gosh Niall, I am so sorry, I promise you it’ll never, ever, happen again. Here where’s the key?”

“You put it in your pocket,” Niall stammered. Zayn got the key and released Niall.

Very tenderly, he looked over his boy’s body, stroking and kissing the bruises all over the pale chest. He rubbed the sore and chaffed wrists soothingly, and tried to kiss Niall, but stopped when Niall flinched, his eyes watering.

Zayn’s blood ran cold. He had scared Niall so much that he didn’t even want him to kiss him. He’d need to make up for this big style. Well, he thought, no time like the present.

“Baby, I am so sorry, here let me run you a bath yeah?” Zayn ran to the bathroom and filled the large tub with warm water and put bubbles and oils in, just the way Niall liked it.

He had been sobered when he had saw Niall so distressed and hurt and was even more so by the sight of the bruises he had left on his lover’s body. He helped Niall into the bath and the blond relaxed in it. “This is bliss,” He murmured. “I love you Z, and don’t worry, I forgive you.”

“Good. I love you to Ni, and I'll never hurt you again. Ever.”

Niall had fallen asleep in the bath so Zayn had picked him up, and wrapped him in a hotel towelling robe, and carried him out, and laid him down in the other room with another big double bed,  which was surprisingly comfier, and looked a lot nicer, not wanting him to wake up in the place Zayn had hurt him.

Zayn himself spent ages sat in front of a mirror, staring at his reflection. He wondered if this was what Niall had seen when he was hitting him. Had Niall seen this, a handsome young man with a brooding expression and big brown eyes, or a monster that only wanted to hurt him? Zayn was terrified, certain that it must have been the latter.

When he laid down and tried to sleep the memories haunted him, of him hurting Niall, laughing at Niall’s sobs and pleads. He woke with a start and stared into the mirror in disgust.  “I, hate you.” He whispered at his reflection.

Niall wasn’t sleeping so well either. Although he had fallen asleep, he too was haunted by the memories, hearing  Zayn’s voice harshly accuse him of things he wouldn’t dream of doing. Most of his bruises no longer hurt, soothed by the warm bath, but some ached and he couldn’t lie on his side because of a big bruise there. Niall awoke eventually at four in the morning, and just stared at the ceiling. At least, he thought bitterly, Zayn had showed him enough kindness not to mark his face. And he was certain, that he could hide the bruises with concealer, hopefully this was the last time something like this would happen, and nobody needed to know about it.

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