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Harry walked in the hall, shortly followed by Niall who was still furious at Harry wile playing with his tie trying to make it presentable. “Niall, stop playing with that stupid tie, you’re gonna end up tearing it if you keep pulling on it!” Harry shouted with a soft tone. Niall huffed, “can I leave? Please Harry I’m not ready for this. I forgot everything you told me already.” “No! You’re staying here and you’re gonna do everything we planned. Now calm down and don’t act like it is planned.”
Niall sighed and he looked down. This wasn’t the best idea he ever agreed to. But Harry was stubborn and he did things to you without you knowing. He told Niall they were going to his aunt, he needed him well dressed and calm but Niall found himself in Zayn’s house without even knowing how.
He lowered his head down when he heard the footsteps going down the stairs and a few soft voices.
“My lovely brother,” he heard, that thin irritating voice, high pitched with irony and hate included in every word she said. Harry hugged his sister, forcing a smile to pretend he really missed her during the time he sent away. “Me and Zayn just picked out your suit. Maybe Zayn could show it to you after you chat for a few. I’ll see you at home and you can tell me what you think of it tonight.” She turned to Zayn, pecking his lips, “bye love,” she said and she walked away, almost knocking away Niall with that huge dress she was wearing and the hall’s doors were closed.
Niall looked up, noticing Zayn’s eyes on him while Harry was saying something he couldn’t quite figure out what. He turned his head away, his left foot bouncing to show Zayn how annoyed he was. Harry and Zayn sat down, chatting randomly about different things while Harry mentioned the wedding a few times to try and study Zayn’s face. He didn’t say anything when Zayn was dozed off looking at Niall, instead he pretended that he didn’t notice.
“Do you want to come up so I can give you your suit?” Zayn asked standing up. “I’d love to, but I’m really tired right now. I guess Niall could go with you and bring it for me.” Niall turned to look at Harry and he glared at him, that wasn’t in the plan. Zayn looked at Niall and nodded, “sure. We’ll be back soon.” “It’s okay, don’t worry. Take all the time you need.”
Zayn walked up and Niall followed him, trying to keep an appropriate distance away from him. They got to the west wing and Zayn opened the bedroom getting in. Niall saw all the clothes hanging around from the wardrobes and Zayn went to pick two of them, handing them to Niall. Niall looked at him curiously, “why are there two?”
Zayn took a deep breath before answering, “One for Harry, and one for you.” Niall closed his eyes and looked away, “thanks, but I’m not coming. I can’t come.” “Please Niall, I need you to be there.” “I can’t Zayn, I can’t be there. How can I attend when you’re the one getting married to someone else?” “I’m sorry Ni,” he said putting his hand gently on Niall’s cheek, feeling a tear falling from Niall’s eye and dropping on his hand. “Why did you leave me Zayn?” “I didn’t have a choice Niall. It was that or nothing. I could never make you happy Niall, even if this didn’t happen. We had to keep everything between us, no one else.” “I didn’t mind that Zayn. I didn’t mind hiding from everyone as long as I was with you.” “No matter who I marry, or whom I’m with, I will always love you Niall. Only you.”
Zayn leaned down, kissing Niall softly. Niall let the clothes drop from his hands and he wrapped his arms around Zayn’s neck. The kiss deepened, both taking deep breaths and moving their head from side to side. Zayn placed his hands on Niall’s waist pulling him close, as Niall stepped on the clothes, none of them worrying about it at all.
Thankfully, Niall closed the door after he got in the room, Zayn pushed him to the bed, throwing the clothes there were on the bed on the floor carelessly. Niall pulled off Zayn’s shirt and Zayn did the same to Niall, soon attaching their lips again.
“Z-Zayn, I n-need to tell y-you something,” Niall moaned as Zayn began kissing down his neck. “H-He’s trying to kill you,” he moaned, “her dad. He j-just wants your...m-money. Oh god!” “Don’t worry, I already took care of that.”
Soon the pants and boxers were out of the way as well. They were both eager, but they didn’t want to make it rushed. Zayn trying to keep Niall hushed from his loud moans, Niall trying to leave as little marks as possible on Zayn especially when Zayn was sliding inside him.
Niall threw his head back and Zayn stopped as soon as he was completely inside Niall. Niall took a few deep breaths before he nodded, “okay, move.” To that, Zayn began rocking his hips slowly, pushing deep inside Niall, hearing to the noises he used to hear from Niall and realizing how worse he was actually missing Niall.
Niall moved his own hips to compliment with Zayn’s trusts, begging him for faster and harder. Niall released first, after Zayn had tired his hands jerking him off and shortly after Zayn came as well. He dropped down on the bed, pulling Niall closer to him.
Niall yawned softly, “I love you Master,” he said and Zayn smiled, glad that Niall kept the same habit. “I love you too Nialler,” and Niall fell asleep in his arms.
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The wedding went on as planned. Niall’s and Zayn’s routine went back to usual. Mostly, Harry bringing Niall with him to talk to Zayn, pretending he knew nothing about what was going on between them. An excuse, to make Niall follow Zayn to some other room, some excuses were so stupid that no even three year old kids would believe them, but it didn’t matter. They’ll have sex, cuddle and leave sweet kisses to each other and when they leave the room, it would be late and Harry would have got tired to wait for Niall and left.
On the wedding day, Niall and Harry helped Zayn dress up, Harry leaving a few minutes before Zayn so he would allow them to talk, or else, kiss. “Only you Niall, I promise. This means nothing to me.” Niall smiled and nodded, “if you manage, sneak away later, and go to the west wing. I’ll see you there.” “You’re still not coming?” Niall shook his head, “no, I’ll be waiting for you in the west wing.” They kiss and Zayn leaves to go and get married.
As they planned, Niall was in the west wing and Zayn found an excuse, Harry hiding for him, and he slipped away going to Niall’s. A few kisses and ‘I missed you’s’ after they were both naked, trying to keep quiet with the moans and the laughter. They remain there, holding each other for a few until Zayn has to leave and go back to his wedding.
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Things keep going the same for a while, Zayn managing to get away from his ‘wife’ and meet Niall which wasn’t that big of a problem since she didn’t really want him around that much. They never mentioned the fact that her father was trying to kill Zayn again because Niall believed that Zayn really had it covered. To which he did, just not the way Niall was expecting it to be.
Niall made sure that Grace checked well the food the servants she brought from her place bought. They even paid a person who would eat something from Zayn’s food before it’s served. All to Zayn’s secret of course. Niall didn’t want him to think he was paranoid or anything.
It was just, that Niall wasn’t expecting that her father would bring a box of chocolates, and make tea, which he glared at his daughter when she was going to take from it. Everything just happened so fast. Niall and Harry were present but they just couldn’t do anything about it. Zayn, Harry, her and their father were talking, Niall standing a few steps away from them.
Zayn had just finished his tea, stating he was feeling dizzy and he needed to go to the bathroom. He got up and it was as if something fell on him. He felt heavy, and short of breath. Everything went white and then he saw or felt nothing anymore.
Niall saw him twisting around and he panicked, after a few seconds he saw Zayn leaning forward and falling down. He ran to him, ignoring anyone who watched and he began shaking him on his shoulders, crying and begging him to wake up. Harry knelt down next to him trying to calm him down as his father and sister kept that smirk on their faces. Niall couldn’t take it, he grabbed the cup from which Zayn drank and threw it over at him, hitting him exactly in his face, the cup breaking and the man shouted in pain and surprised by what Niall did.
Harry grabbed Niall’s hands before he reached for something else, “Niall calm down.” Niall was shaking in anger and sadness, his face red and wet with tears, “I’ll kill him Harry, both of them.” “Niall stop, I’ll take care of it later. Please stay calm.” “He’s dead, he’s dead. He killed him Harry. How could I calm down? If I’ll reach them right now I’ll kill them with my own hands, I’ll pull their heads out of the rest of their body. Just for his money. I was always so careful. How could someone be so greedy? So hateful? They got what they want now and I can’t do anything. He’s dead, I have nothing left Harry.”
“They didn’t get what they want Niall,” he heard Grace talk softly from behind him. He noticed that all the other servants were there looking over at them. “He told you he’ll take care of it didn’t he?” “He never did anything over it.” She took a deep breath and handed him a brown envelope, “Zayn told me to give this to you, in the right time. I guess this is the right time.”
Niall frowned slightly taking the envelope. He opened it and pulled out a few papers and began reading the first one, immediately recognizing Zayn’s handwriting.
‘Hey Nialler,
for you to be reading this it means that things didn’t go well for me. Promise me you wouldn’t cry, I will always be there with you, I promise. I know you warned me about what will happen, and to be honest I had a clue about it as well but I never really cared. I guess, I had to leave this place someday and all my sins with them. The only thing I’ll miss from everything I had is you. I’ll miss holding you in my arms; I’ll miss kissing you and touching you. But most of all I’d miss the way you say that you love me after we make love, which I hope I’ll be hearing again before I die.
Thank god you came back, or more than that, I need to thank Harry for bringing you back to me. At least I get to see you before I die. Right now, you are asleep on the bed, you look so tired and I just can’t take my eyes off you. Pity I can’t spend a lazy day in bed with you like we used to do.
I’m sorry for everything that happened to you in this year, but I know perfectly well what was going on with you. I hope you would have forgiven me till now.
As I told you, I took care of what my happen to me already. I was never going to leave anything to her at all, so just to be safe, I made a will. It’s in this envelope and if you don’t understand it tell Harry to read it for you. I’m sure he’s there with you right now.
Harry, please take care of him for me. Teach him the things I couldn’t be able to teach him and hold him when he cries for me. I didn’t talk to you much but I know you’re a lot different to your father and your sister and I’m really grateful that Niall managed to find someone like you before I left.
Nialler, I love you, always had and always will. Till the day we meet again, I love you.
Zayn.’
Niall turned on Harry, leaning on his shoulder and crying. Harry looked at his father, “it looks like you wouldn’t take anything after all. He left all his possessions to Niall, house, money, servants and everything he owned.” His father was still bleeding when he sat up in anger, “What?”
“He left a will, something that you didn’t expect eh dad? And he left everything he owned to Niall in it.” His father shook his head not believing that he could be fooled like that. He and his daughter immediately stormed out leaving Niall, on his knees next to Zayn crying while Harry was trying to calm him down.
5 years later.
Niall stopped, after long walks to get were he wanted to reach. He held the small hand tighter as he arrived in front of Zayn’s tomb. He remained silent for a few, looking over at the picture of Zayn on the gravestone. The young boy pulled on his hand, “daddy, why are we here?” Niall smiled softly and he kneeled down next to his son. “He is the man I talked to you about.” “The one who helped you adopt me?” “The one who would have became your father as well.”
“What’s his name daddy?” “Zayn,” Niall said almost in pain, “Zayn Malik.” “But that’s my name daddy! Zayn Malik Horan,” the young boy said in awe. Niall nodded, trying hard not to let the tears fall from his eyes, “I named you after him, since you were given no name and I had the chance to give you a name I wanted, I chose his name.”
Niall and his son remained quiet for a few more moments, looking down at the tomb of Zayn. His son tugged on his hand again, “daddy let’s go. I’m hungry. You promised you’d buy my Mc Donald’s with the toy yesterday.” Niall smiled softly and nodded, “sure Zaynie, let’s go.”
Before he walked away, Niall turned his head to the picture again, “I love you Master,” he whispered, and through the wind he swore he heard Zayn’s voice reply him, “I love you too Nialler.”