Safe Haven {Ziam}

Chapter 11

A/N: Sorry for the late update, I’ve been busy preparing myself mentally for college, and I started on Tuesday and it’s not so bad so far, but I feel it’ll only go downhill from here, so I probably won’t be able to update much x.x

Anyway, dedication goes to @1DreamTeam bc she’s precious and so kind and sweet and amazing and her writing is freaking perfect and I’m so glad she likes this story, love you, Hayley <333 xx ^.^

Hope you guys enjoyyyyyyyyy x

Louis continuously tried to get Liam’s attention, and Liam could only continue to stare at the two cars in Zayn’s driveway. He ignored Louis’s shouting about wanting pizza and contemplated on what to do, whether he should go over and see if Zayn’s alright, or wait for Zayn to ask for help or something.

A loud crash was heard from Zayn’s house, and Liam rushed over and barged in without even thinking it through first, he had to see if Zayn was okay.

There were papers, books, and shards of broken glass all over the place. Zayn was huddled in a corner hugging himself and crying while Niall was going on a rampage and knocking over everything he saw, Liam noticed the flat-screen T.V lying broken on the floor with a T.V remote going through it. Everything in that house was ruined.

“You fuckin’ slut!” Niall shouted as he grabbed a glass plate and threw it at Zayn, missing his head by an inch or two. “You’re not leaving me for that other whore, you got that?! You’re not going anywhere, you worthless piece of shit!”

“I-I’m sorry,” Zayn mumbled, he let out a quiet sob and began to shake, afraid of what will happen next, it was enough to tear Liam’s heart in two.

“Stop!”

Niall immediately let go of the plate he had in his hand and turned toward Liam, glaring at him and clenching his fists. “So you’re the prick my slut of a fiancé has been screwing around with, Liam, was it? I should’ve beat the living shit out of you when you came to my door that day.”

Liam rolled his eyes and ran over to Zayn, checking for any injuries, and he was relieved to see that Niall hadn’t done anything to him yet; he pulled Zayn in for a hug and held him tight. “I’ll take care of this, okay?” He kissed Zayn’s forehead and wiped his tears away. “I won’t let anything happen to you…”

“Let go of him, you fucking tool bag,” Niall spat, his fists were still clenched as if he were ready to swing at any given moment. “You think you can just come here and take away what’s mine? Guess again, fuck-face, I’m not lettin’ you take him away from me.”

He let go of Zayn and stood up, shielding Zayn with his body. “Alright, you pathetic shit, give me one good reason I shouldn’t kick your ass right now.”

Niall let out a loud, bitter laugh; he searched his hoodie pocket and took out a handgun. “This should be efficient enough, you come anywhere near me, and I’ll blow your brains out.”

Zayn immediately stood up and blocked Liam incase Niall was thinking of shooting. “N-Ni… don’t, you don’t w-want to d-do this, where did you e-even get one..?”

The gun was pointed directly at Zayn, and Niall held on to it with shaky hands. “Funny you say that, I wouldn’t have been prepared if it weren’t for Liam’s little friend.”

“What are you talking about?” Liam questioned, was he talking about Louis? He didn’t have that many friends around here, but what did Louis have anything to do with what was going on?

“Oh? Louis didn’t tell you?” Niall laughed bitterly again, but kept the gun pointed at the both of them. “I was never on a business trip, don’t know why this dumbass believed I was, I simply left, needed a break from this tramp,” he spoke, motioning toward Zayn.