Killer (Ziall AU)

Chapter 12

Due to the quite- um violent- responses about deleting the book, I’ve decided to keep it.

*Yay! I get to live a little longer!*

Anywhore, dedication to: @Favonius and @Jesserocerous (for the fangirling/fanboying cuz it made my day) & @tavii_ (although you weren’t right exactly it was very thought out and out of the box so dedication to you too!!!)

I hope you enjoy!

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~Niall~

His hands danced across my skin, the white bubbles sticking to my skin as he washed me. The smell of vanilla hit me, and I kind of just relaxed against his chest. His hands were soft and careful, delicately wrapping around me and caressing my skin with soaped up hands. His hands went higher, running up and down my ribs and sides and I squirmed in his hold.

Let’s just get this one out there: I was extremely ticklish, and he had just discovered that. I was sure that Zayn had taken the hint, because now he was deliberately moving his hands up and down my ribs slower, digging his fingers in just a little bit and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips. His hands froze when the giggle escaped, but I could feel the pleased smile against the skin of my neck.

Bastard. He then continued to tickle me, laughing along with me- the difference was I didn’t want to be laughing and his were pleasured. He finally stopped the torture when I almost slipped and fell, making sure to hold me tightly when he caught me. What a gentleman.

He was still laughing, his lips spread into a smile against my neck muffling the sounds. I wasn’t very amused. I crossed my arms and pouted, not very happy with him for tickling me.

“That was the cutest sound ever, I swear it.” He mumbled with amusement still in his voice, how can I stay mad at him when he complimented me? Easily enough, no one tickles me and gets away unscathed.

He chuckled once more, before turning off the spray and hopping out. He wrapped a fluffy white towel around his waist, and then wrapped a fluffy red one around my waist as well. I was kind of upset, his god-like body- and lower region- was covered with the towel, but at the same time I was grateful. Less temptation and less to distract me from why I was really here. Although, now that I think about it, I don’t really care much anymore. I don’t care about why I’m here, I don’t care about how I’m here, I don’t care about the fact that I was here against my will. I just don’t care.

This could be good for me. At least, that’s what I’ve decided anyways.

It would be a way to… recreate myself, to make a better me. A way to starve off all my flaws and bad habits and just be happy without the hurt.

I could be happy here.

That is, if he really does want to save me. And if it’s all an act and all he wants to do is kill me then, well then, we’ll have some problems and I won’t be able to help myself anymore.

Maybe it’s not me that needs help, but rather everyone else against what I do. Maybe everyone else needs help, and I’m the completely normal one.

It took a few seconds for me to realize that Zayn was closer to me than he had been minutes ago when we had gotten out of the shower, but I didn’t really mind the close proximity. In fact, I may just enjoy it just a tad more than I should. He had another towel in his hand, and he was gently running it through my dyed hair. His eyes held a soft kind of adoration while he did it, a look that made my knees weak and showed me that he wasn’t all that bad. It showed me that he wasn’t really bad at all. That was what was messing with my head- that maybe he wasn’t bad and he really had a heart of gold. That was what worried me, that I could fall for him and end up destroying us both.

I was a weapon of mass destruction, a bomb, a grenade, a hurricane. I would destroy us both without even knowing it. So maybe he would try to fix me, but he may just set me off instead.

“What are you thinking about?” his deep smooth voice snapped me from my reverie. I couldn’t really lie.

“Why hurricanes were named after people.”

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So, this is short. But I wanted to leave you guys with an update. I was hoping I could get this up on Friday, I just didn’t have the time so I’m sorry.

This story isn’t on hold, or being deleted. But it will stay on Slow updates.

Thank you for all of you who understand.

Thank you for all of you for reading. :)

 

I’ll still try and update more often, but again, the key word is try. And there are reasons that it’s on slow updates, so thanks to all of you who understand that.

 

Look out for the small details- the colors associated with each character (like the towels in this chapter), their facial expressions, thoughts, actions, etc etc.

 

What do the towel colors mean (keep an open mind)?

What is to happen?

How is Zayn going to react?

 

{I’ve also decided that this story is going to be a short story, so not too many chapters. That also means, the plot twist is coming up pretty soon!!!! Yay!!!!}

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