Zayn stared unblinkingly at the computer screen, his mouth open in an almost comically perfect O. Liam—sweet, innocent, puppy-dog eyed Liam was behind all this? Zayn’s eyes flicked back to the picture on his screen. There was no doubt in his mind that the four downward facing arrows and the faint writing along the wrist line belonged to none other than Liam Payne.
And Niall was living with this monster. Sleeping no more than several metres from him, probably.
How could Zayn condemn this man, though, knowing he himself had done treacherous things to innocent people as well? Liam had somehow orchestrated the explosion of a prison, sure, but the inmates were there for a reason. They were rapists, murderers, extortionists, and so on. Zayn killed innocent fucking people and for what—a paycheck? God, he was despicable.
He knew there was no way he of all people could judge Liam for his actions. He was, after all, probably just protecting his best friend the only way he knew how—by destroying the thing that would destroy Niall, and that “thing” was Zayn.
He had no right, but he’d do his best to protect his boy.
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Niall sat on his bed, the curtains pulled back and sunlight streaming in, illuminating tiny particles of dust floating languidly through the chilly autumn air. He’d just started to read Wuthering Heights for the third time and found himself easily absorbed into the twisted story of Heathcliff, Isabella, and Catherine when his door opened with a low creak. A head peaked in, although it was decidedly not Liam, judging from the long, gangly limbs and braided hair.
“Hey, Nialler. What’re you up to?” came Harry’s slow lilt from the doorway.
“Just rereading Wuthering Heights. Where’s Liam?”
“How very journalism major of you,” Harry replied with a wide, toothy smile. “Liam’s out for the day. Didn’t say what for, though. I’m here to keep you company for the day!”
Niall eyed the boy suspiciously. “Alone?”
Harry at least had the good grace to look a bit ashamed before he ducked out of the room for a moment before reappearing, dragging Louis by the sleeve of his jumper.
“Oi, you wanker! Could’ve just called me in, you know,” Louis said sullenly. He crossed his arms and pouted and Harry, always the doting boyfriend, pulled him into a hug and peppered kisses along his face until Louis swatted him away lovingly. Disgusting, the two of them.
“As much as I’d love to watch you two fuck right in front of my eyes… oh wait, actually I wouldn’t, so if you don’t mind…” Niall made a sort of shooing motion with his hand and the two broke apart sheepishly.
“Right. Sorry, lad,” Louis said. “Liam has entrusted yours truly with your care for the day, so what do you propose we do? Wait, I know! Let’s go to the s*x shop! Haz and I have had our eye on this new pair of s*x dice for quite some time now, right babe?”
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Alcatraz
FanfictionZayn Malik. One of the most notorious gangsters of the twenty-first century. Niall Horan. Just your average University journalism student. The two were so different from each other. They were never supposed to come in contact at all. They were neve...
