Killer (Ziall AU)

Chapter 10

Hello….. Um long time no see? I’m really, really, really, really, sorry about the lack of updates. This story has been put under slow updates- there have been a lot of things going on recently- and I’d like to thank all of you for sticking by this story. Personally, I hate slow updates, and I don’t know if I would put up with the story, so major props to all of you. Thank you.

And I am so incredibly sorry that it has taken me a month to update. I may just put this story on hold for the time being. I’m not sure yet.

Dedication: @KingCommenter, @_Specter_, @TooShortToWait, @Zianourry_16, @NataliaNJH, @Thomas_Malik, @Narry_daylight, @Narry_stripper69, @SmilingNiallxxx, @MissBrooks-Caylen, @Narryisotpforlife, @BetterThanWordsOneD, @Alex5382, @abucola, and last but not least @ReeseTyndale.

Agian I'm really, really sorry. It's been hectic as hell, and I dont have much time at all. I'll try and update more often though, so agian I'm really sorry.

Enjoy?

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~Niall~

I heard Harry laughing behind me, a deep rumbling sound that echoed off the walls, and a small mummer of ‘smooth’ was muttered under his breath. I felt a kind of braveness settle over me, and for some odd reason I felt safe in this man’s arms. A sort of safety I hadn’t felt before, but I didn’t want it- not from him. He was extremely attractive, but he had taken me against my will- not that I really could judge someone for that- but still. I did feel an overwhelming sense of safety, and even though I told myself it would be a bad idea- that I would only end up getting hurt- I embraced it. I finally stopped fighting, finally stopped fighting him, and finally stopped fighting myself.

“You did that on purpose. Did you have that whole thing planned out?” I teased lightly, referring to the ridiculously cheesy line he had spewed at me. He smiled down at me gently, his eyes softening, before going back to the mischievous look he had before- then they had hardened slightly again, like he was scared I would see him as someone that had emotions.

I shuffled back onto my feet, no longer leaning on the muscular man, locking my knees as to not fall down again. I actually had no idea how long I had been here, so I couldn’t really pinpoint how long my legs had been hanging limply with the rest of my body.

Harry shuffled around from behind me, sending me a cheeky smirk as he threw his arm around my waist to help me stand. I watched as he gave a wink to Zayn, and my gaze shifted to see him reaction. Zayn’s eyes were darker, jaw clenched, and hands balled into fists at his sides. He looked pissed. And I didn’t really know why. He muttered something under his breath, glaring darkly at Harry and then his gaze moved to Harry’s arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Harry just smirked, squeezing my waist tightly, and helped me walk towards the door- stumbling several times during the short walk because my legs were extremely weak- and eventually we reached the metal door.

Zayn hadn’t moved from where he was standing, fists clenched tightly at his sides, but his glare followed. I didn’t know if he was angry at me because I was stealing all Harry’s attention or whatever the hell was going on.

At this moment I didn’t really care. Not when the door creaked open and with it a burst of heat that enveloped my cold, trembling, body in its soothing warmth. Not when an insanely attractive boy with curly hair was helping me up the steps, making sure I didn’t fall. And especially not when strong, warm, tan arms wrapped around my waist as Harry’s fell away, holding me tightly and making me feel secure. Not when he was so caring, his head on my shoulder as he guided me up the stairs carefully.

I couldn’t really worry about anything at the moment.

The stairs up were dimly lit, and not a great contrast to the basement I was holed up in, but the second the door opened to the first floor I was blinded. The light washed over me, burning my eyes at how intense it was. I hadn’t really seen real light in a long time, my eyes had adjusted to the very dim lighting of downstairs- when the sun was out. I closed my eyes completely, standing still as to not trip over anything. Zayn chuckled, while Harry whispered something to him- something I didn’t catch. The arms around my waist tightened, telling me to open my eyes, telling me I was safe. So, slowly, I squinted them open while my eyes tried to adjust to the brightness. When they did, I opened my eyes fully, the light still effecting me a little but not by much any longer.

When they were fully adjusted I tried to take in my surroundings. We were now in what looked to be a living room: there was a large leather couch on the far wall, a big white door on the wall directly to the left with a large window right next to it- separating the door from the couch- there was another couch on the wall opposite of the window and a table sat right in the middle with various pieces of paper scattered carelessly on the glass surface. Zayn just chuckled in my ear, arms still wrapped tightly around my waist as he led me to the right. The floor was wooden, with a large fuzzy rug that tickled my feet with its softness when I stepped on it. A large TV was mounted on the wall, with a medium sized black cabinet under it that displayed multiple gaming systems and discs, a floor to ceiling window on the wall we were facing that showed off a beautiful view of the London eye, but also an incredible view of the surrounding trees. Light green drapes hung from either side of the window, and a large leather couch was placed right across from the TV. The ground was wood, a light brown color, with a black rug sat snuggly in the middle of the room- another gray glass table sitting right in the middle of it just like in the other room.

Harry chuckled, sitting himself down on the large ‘L’ shaped leather couch, propping his feet up and winked as we walked past- Zayn directing me to another set of stairs that lead up in a spiral.

“Go ahead.” He whispered into my ear, sending shivers to dance down my spine and through my body. I could feel the pleased smile against the cold skin of my shoulder, as he helped me up the stairs on my still weakened legs. I slowly walked up the stairs; with each step my legs became a little less weak. With each step I felt a little stronger, my legs getting used to the feeling of being used again.

We reached the top of the stairs and I didn’t have much time to take in my surroundings before I was carefully- but quickly- guided into a very lavish bathroom. It was a pretty nutral colored bathroom. Mostly black and white and grays, it was subdued but elegant. God, if I wasn’t gay before…. The door shut behind me, and I thought I was alone but a clearing of a throat startled me and erased that thought.

I turned around, looking at Zayn with a sort of unknown fear but also a keen sense of intrigue. He watched me with a hunger in his eyes and I gulped. I felt both terrified and turned on.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Strip.”

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Well, eh, hey? I know this chapter is way over due, and its short and crappy and im so so so so so so sorry.

 

Anywhore, some helpful hints when reading: Make sure you take in each detail. I write the descriptions for a reason. Look at the colors, the patterns, the things that I focus on. For example this chapter: focus on the colors and both Harry and Zayn’s reactions to things.

 

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