Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 13

Liam's POV.

I stared, anger growing in my eyes as  I saw my father lower himself to a kneeling position next to the boy he had just beat up. The boy I was in love with...

I wanted to rip my dad off Zayn, I wanted to stop him pressing the poor boy's back to the tree, I wanted to gently wipe his tears away, not watch my dad physically slap them away, with no success,

But I couldn't..

I felt like I was frozen into my spot on the ground, and when I tried to stop my dad, I wasn't any use anyway... I mean, lets's just face facts, my dad is a lot bigger than me, and yes, I'm strong and I can put up a fight, but my dad could kill anyone anytime he wants...

I watched as my dad laughed that evil laugh of his, and pulled something long, sharp, shiny out of his baggy pocket.

A knife..

My dad quickly pushed it onto Zayn's neck, as if sensing that I was going to try and stop him from doing this to Zayn, which I was.

"Dad!"  I screamed, grabbing onto his arm, and trying to yank him off. He swayed, but didn't move. He pushed the knife deeper to Zayn's neck...

"Stop, dad! Your going to kill him!" I screamed, grabbing his wrists, and trying to pull his hands that contained the knife away from Zayn's neck.

My dad pressed the knife further into Zayn's neck, and I saw Zayn's eyelids start to flutter close as blood began pouring out the cut my father was making on his neck.

That's when I snapped. I had to stop this. I had to stop it now.

I snapped my hands from my dads wrists and grabbed the knife, yanking is straight from my fathers grasp. I threw it into another direction, and it landed out of my sight.

I turned back to my dad, who slowly rose up from his kneeling position, and glared down at me, his eyes full of pure hatred and anger.

Wow, if looks could kill, I'd surly be dead...

"Liam... Don't you remember me saying something earlier. I. Can. Break. Yo-" He started to say, using that stupid threat he thought scared me.

I cut him off, sick of hearing that same stupid, old line over and over again.

And I cut him off with a punch. I couldn't take it. He had just hurt the boy I loved, with his own hands, and now I had to hurt him. So I punched him, right in the face.

I hit so hard, that my dad fell to the floor, groaning and holding his face with his hands.

I stared down at his body for a few seconds, until the boy laid next to me, unconscious on the floor came to my attention.

I dropped down to  the floor next to him, pulling his light body gently up my chest, and holding him close.

I looked down at him. His face was slowly paling, and blood was dripping out of the cut on his neck. He was obviously unconscious.

I snapped back to reality, and picked him up gently into my arms. I held him to my chest, bridal-style, and began running back towards the house, leaving my dad in pain on the floor, without a second thought.

I got inside, and shut the door with my foot. I took Zayn into the bathroom, and laid him in the bath tub. I got a clean towel and dipped it in warm water, dabbing it gently on the cut on Zayn's neck.

Once I'd cleaned  him up a bit more, I examined him properly. Luckily, the cut wasn't too deep, just a slash, but it must have still hurt, since it was on his neck.

He had a badly bruised nose, which looked like it might even be broken... When I gently lifted his plaid shirt and the shirt under it up, I saw the bruises from a day or 2 ago, there, but fading, just slightly, and a few new ones slowly forming on his skinny torso.

I took off the old bandages I had earlier put on, and put some cleaner, fresh ones on.

Once I finished bandaging him up, I picked his small body up, and carried him back to my room, not even caring that my dad wouldn't wan't Zayn to be in my room. I opened the door with my elbow, and kicked it shut with  my foot.

I laid him down on my bed, and gently sat on the edge of it, watching him sleep.

He was so beautiful. I leaned over, and brushed some of the hair that was falling onto his face out of his eyes, so I could see those gorgeous golden orbs I had grown to love over the past week.

I looked over his face car fully.

His beautiful raven hair, so thick and soft. His tanned, olive skin, that made him who he is. His big, golden Bambii eyes, coated with long, thick, curly lashes that stood out on his beautiful face. His cute button nose, and his lips. Oh, his lips! So soft and plump, sticking out whenever he did that gorgeous, signature pout of his.

Everything about him was beautiful. From the tip of his toes, up to his, once, tall quaffed hair, which has now flattened and fell too his fore head ever so slightly.

I stared at his lips, moving slightly as he steadily breathed in and out.

They looked so soft, and kissable, I wanted to feel them on mine so much...

Before I could stop myself, I was slowly and gently leaning in, hovering lightly over Zayn's smaller body. I gently brushed my lips over his, just feeling them slightly.

As soon as I felt my lips touch his, I feel in love. Not stupid fairy tale love, but real, forever and always love...

I couldn't stop myself then, my brain wasn't getting through to my actions, and before I knew it, I was connection my lips to Zayn's sweet ones, and starting a one-sided kiss with the boy I love, that was unconscious.

His lips were so soft, almost like a girls. They were so delicate and sweet, and I felt like if I pushed too hard on him he may break, like a little china doll. His lips were indescribable.. They tasted like something new, something I'd never tasted before, but wanted to taste so many more times. They were just so.. so Zayn..

My eyes snapped open when realisation hit me. I was kissing Zayn, and he didn't even know about it!

Guilt filled up within me, but I still didn't stop kissing him. I couldn't stop kissing him, it felt too good.

But then I felt movement beneath me. I looked towards Zayn's eyes,

They were open...

His golden Bambii eyes were wide with panic, as he had just woke up to hind me kissing him...

I was instantly filled with panic, and was about to pull away and go into non-stop apology mode, but I felt something..

Zayn's lips, were moving against mine.

Zayn was kissing me back.

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