Killer (Ziall AU)

Chapter 13

Hello again, I know it’s been a while, so my sincerest apologies. I hope this update makes up for it?

Again, this is going to be a short story. Hope you enjoy.

Dedication:@Jesserocerous (stop reading my mind please. You’ll get why soon enough)

Enjoy!

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~Niall~

“That’s a little dark for someone like you isn’t it?” Zayn questioned me curiously, something dangerous swimming in his eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean? What is someone like me?” I insisted, stepping out of my comfort zone. At this moment, I forgot where I was, forgot who I was, forgot why I was here. All I was focused on was the mysterious man in front of me, and the meaning behind his words.

“Someone that’s so cute, but then again, I don’t really know all that much about you as a person. All I know is you need saving, and I want to be the one to save you.” He answered back. Did he just have these incredibly poetic phrases floating around in his head all the time? I didn’t really know how to respond to that, so I just nodded and let it go. He smiled cutely down at me, the small crooked smile he has, eyes lighting up with an unknown kind of fond. Our eyes locked, and I examined his shining golden brown eyes. His eyes seemed lighter, there was no overwhelming mischief or anger, no darkness clouding the beautiful colors of his eyes. It made me see him in a different light.

Right now, he wasn’t some crazy kidnapper, or some delusional person that thinks that he can fix me. No, right now he was a beautiful boy that just crossed my path- a god-like human that could actually truly save me. And that was a little more than I could handle. I wanted to be saved, but at the same time I strived to not be. I enjoyed the pain, enjoyed the darkness. I enjoyed being trapped, being prisoner to my own urges and mind. It was a sick kind of pleasure, but it was what I strived for. It was something that swallowed me whole, like standing on a tight rope and falling over the edge, like jumping from a plane with no parachute. I knew it would kill me in the end, but the high and adrenaline I got was worth it in the end.

Then again, I didn’t know anything else. Maybe I could love safety, love normalcy but I would never know. I was too far, in too deep, drowning at the bottom of the ocean where nothing can reach me but the bottom feeders. I couldn’t save myself, it wasn’t a possibility- but maybe Zayn could. And I wasn’t too sure how I would feel about that. How I would truly feel.

I didn’t want to leave, I didn’t want to go back to my meaningless job where people are always hitting on me, I didn’t want to go back to my lonely flat, to my normal life with all my skeletons in the closet. I wanted to forget them there, hide them and destroy them. I didn’t want them, but they weren’t easily given away- they stayed latched on to me, slowly dragging me down with them under the heavy pile. They were suffocating me- holding me back from truly letting go, from truly being saved.

A warm hand rested on my cheek, pulling me from my thoughts- pulling me from my reality and putting me into a new one, one I liked much more. “Hey, why are hurricanes named after people?” he questioned eyes soft and secure and caring while he stared intently at me. I sucked in a small breath, the distance between our bodies even smaller than it was before.

“Because people destroy.” I answered. I felt exposed, like he could see everything, every secret- everything I’ve done. My regrets, my fears, everything was lying on the table for him to see- at least that’s how it felt. If he saw, he said nothing, but instead looked at me with soft eyes, thumb running assuring circles on my cheek.