Just A Kiss-A Ziall story

Rules and Home

Sorry if i've made any mistakes about Islamic prayer.

When Zayn woke up the next morning, the first thing he realized was that he was cold. Very cold. Looking to the side he saw why.  Niall wasn’t there. Where was he? Then he heard breathing, thin, raspy from the wardrobe. Leaping up his heart pounding begging his brain to contradict him, sadly, his mind was right.

Niall was laid in a huddle on the floor, asleep. His whole body shuck because of the obvious difficulties being in the tiny space had caused his breathing.

Zayn teared up. He’d done it again. Walking away he sighed. Digging in the closet was the prayer mat he had requested of the hotel. Although he wasn’t a very good Muslim, being gay, smoking, tattoos and all that, he still prayed at least once a day, though without the prayer mat, and always in private.

Setting the mat down in the correct way, he double checked he was facing the way towards Mecca, and then put his forehead to the mat and begun to pray.

“Allah, I know I'm not the best, most devoted Muslim, but please, forgive me. Forgive me for hurting Niall, please. Make Niall forgive me. He doesn’t follow you, but it’s not his fault. Please, help him, help me. Amen.” He sat up, tears clouding his eyes again, and put the mat away. He heard a whimper as he re-entered the bedroom. Looking towards the wardrobe he saw it was open, and Niall was no longer in there.

“Nialler? Baby, come out. It’s ok I won’t hurt you.” Zayn called, trying to lure out his boyfriend. A whimper was his response. He located the sound as from under the bed. Dropping down he saw Niall huddled underneath it.  

Reaching in, he grabbed hold of Niall’s ankle and yanked him out.  Niall cried out and tried to get away from him. “I'm sorry! Don’t hurt me, I'm sorry,” He sobbed, curling into a ball, covering his head.

“Niall, shush. I'm so sorry babe, please look at me,” Zayn begged, crouching beside the blond.

Niall raised his head, eyes teary. “P-please d-don’t h-hurt m-me.”

“Oh Nialler,” Zayn sighed, pulling the younger in for a hug. He felt cold when Niall froze up in his arms.  “Niall listen to me.” He held the boy at arm’s length, and tilted up his chin, making him look at him.  “There’s gonna be some changes in this relationship.” Niall’s eyebrows rose in question.

“I'm in charge now. You do what I say, when I say it. Understand?” Niall shook his head.

“I'm not your slave.” He spat. “I'm supposed to be your fucking boyfriend.”  

“Listen.” Zayn said calmly. “I can’t control it. This, this thing that makes me hurt you. I’d rather put on some rules, so you knew how to not anger me, because I don’t wanna hurt you Niall, I really don’t, but you, you just, make me.”

Niall pushed away from Zayn and stood up, eyes glistening with anger. “I make you? I’ve not done anything! Never! I’ve been a good loving boyfriend and you slapped me around every time I messed around with my friends! Fuck you Zayn!”

“Niall,” Zayn breathed warningly. “Sit back down and let me finish.”

Niall just ignored the warning and went to walk away. He was stopped when Zayn saw red and grabbed him, shoving him hard into a wall, and twisting his arm up behind his back. Wincing in pain, he felt like his arm would brake if he moved, and stood on his tiptoes to ease the pressure.

“Do not walk away from me, Niall James Horan,” Zayn hissed into Niall’s ear. “Or I'll hurt you. Understand?” Niall whimpered and nodded quickly.

“Good boy. Now we’re getting somewhere. As I was saying, I think you need to learn who is in charge, and also, whom you belong to.”

“I-I don’t belong to anyone!” Niall shouted, kicking at Zayn. “I'm not a toy!”