Drown

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A/N
Song: Touch/ Troye Sivan

(Back to Niall's pov)

I found myself once again back at the hospital, sitting in the waiting room while Zayn was at the front desk, filling out some sort of form.

I looked around at the other patients, but one caught my eye especially:

A boy with galaxy-colored hair, wearing only his hospital gown.

He was slowly walking across where I was seated, the IV still connected to his right arm.

He stopped right in front of me and looked down, seeing my somewhat bloody hands.

"What happened to you?" His voice was quite raspy, as if he just woke up.

"My mother attacked me and- nevermind" I stopped myself from giving away too much information, since I barely knew this guy.

"I get it, it's not the worst thing in the world to kill someone you love, or, loved." His face then grew dark, clenching his left fist.

"Um...what happened to you? I-if I may ask."

He looked back at me and smirked.

"My boyfriend nailed me too hard."

I brought my hands to my mouth, gasping.

He chuckled.

"Yeah, Luke can be too rough sometimes. Have a nice day."

He walked away and turned the next corner, not being able to see him anymore. Not that I wanted to anyways, since those hospital gowns don't really cover...much.

Zayn came over again and sat down next to me, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"It's done. All the paper work got filled out, you're good to go."

I looked at him, confused.

"What do you mean, I'm 'good to go?'"

He looked at me and grinned.

"Well, since your father left you, and your mother is dead, someone needed to take custody of you until next year, when your at legal age to be on your own. So...I decided to take custody of you."

My eyes widened at the word 'custody.'

Is this a dream come true?

"I-is that a bad thing?" He bit his lip nervously, unsure of how I would respond to his response.

"No, not at all. It's wonderful" I smiled at him as I pulled him into a hug.

"Let's go home, then" He chuckled, taking my hand in his as we both walked out of the hospital, other patients and workers looking at us in awe.

***

"Outside the café by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude,
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick'n'mix"

The music hummed throughout the apartment, both of us in our boxers while Zayn cooked pasta for dinner.

We both laughed at each other, making silly faces until we fell onto the floor, doubling over while holding our stomachs.

The timer went off for the garlic bread as we helped each other up. Zayn put on his cute spongebob oven mitts and opened the oven, carefully pulling it out.

He set it on the counter and pulled out plates while I placed the pasta on the dishes. Once everything was set, Zayn gave me a huge grin.

"Dinner iz served" He tried to say in a French accent, but failed miserably causing me to laugh, once again.

The food was excellent, rather than expecting it to be all burned and taste bland, but it was the complete opposite.

Once we finished, we turned on the tv to a classic: The Lion King. We cuddled and fell asleep on the couch until my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Message from Harry:

Don't think I won't find you, Niall. Sweet Dreams...😈

I sighed as I placed my phone back, cuddling more into Zayn's chest.

He can't hurt me anymore, not with Zayn being here.

A/N: Important

I've been extremely busy with school and other activities so I'm not going to update for a really long time.

Also,

I have lost somewhat motivation for this book so idk to be continued or nah

But you guys should know that I never continue a book for a long time lmao

I love you all though tysm for so many reads omg like wow, I was only expecting to get like 2 views lol

Bye for now...