Tan Lines and Closed Eyes ( Ziall AU)

Chapter 2

( Niall's POW )

" Rick I-I..."

Oh shit.

I know I'm late, catching up with Harry had took a while and before I knew it has been three hours since I arrived and I knew there was no change that I could make it home before him.

" Come here Niall." Rick motioned me with his pointer finger. It really scares me when he gets mad. He has this calm, cold voice when he speaks to me and I can just feel that he's gonna start shouting at me any moment. Or then he keeps his calm tone for the whole fight, and it really makes me feel uncomfortable and scared.

I slowly made my way to him, panic blazing in my chest.

He smelled like too strong alcohol, and that didn't help the growing panic in my chest at all. He motioned me to living room and asked me to sit down on the couch, and he himself sat on the couch right across me, looking at me with his usually cold face what he showed me. There was nearly empty whiskey bottle in the table, and I could smell his alcohol breath from the little distance I was sitting from him.

"Would you like to explain where have you been, Niall" I hated the way he talked and glared at me waiting for an answer. When he's angry he's like volcano, ready to explode any moment.

"I'm sorry Rick, I really am-"

"Where were you!" Rick was shouting now. I felt the cold shivers going down my spine.

"I-I was at H-Harry's tattoo parlor, y-you know, just catching up with-"

"With that little faggot!" Rick interrupted my stuttering and stood up" I'm expecting you so little things Niall! I'm excepting that when I come home after working my ass on office, which I do so I could pay your living you piece of shit, that there's supper ready on the table and you there waiting for me! But no! You go and fuck with little faggot buddy of yours! Even tho you know that!You!Can't!"

"So I can't have a life because I have to stay at home satisfying your needs!" I snapped back at him, tears streaming down my face on big trails." Don't you care about that fact that you make me feel like a-"

" I don't give a fuck about you!" Rick hovered over me, shouting at my face. I could smell the disgusting alcohol on his breath. My only reaction for that was to make myself as small as I can. I was too afraid of him to try to push him away.

" Sometimes I regret even getting married with you! You are lucky you're good fuck at least, you disgusting fag!"

"I'm sorry Rick I-I" I was now hiccuping, hiding my face with my hands. Rick ripped my hands of my face, and threw me laying on the couch I was sitting on, climbing on top of me, sitting on my stomach, and I would be lying if I claimed that it didn't hurt. I only closed my eyes and my sobbing was out of control. I've had fights with Rick before and he had been truculent before, but never like this.

"Well you better be you whore! Listen! This will never happen again Niall do you understand me?" Rick gripped me from the collar of my shirt "Do you understand me!?"

" YES! Yes! Yes.." I cried "Rick let me g-go, please Rick"

" You little piece of shit..." Rick grumbled, letting go of me. I fell back to couch with a thud, as he stood up from top of me and walking to hallway " Don't expect me home tonight!" Was the last thing I heard before the front door opened and slammed close. I curled up to a ball and cried.

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It's been about an hour since Rick left sobbing there hugging my knees. After about ten minutes of sobbing on the couch, the whiskey bottle on the table has looked too irresistible and I was too weak to resist. Alcohol gives the numbness I need right now.