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 Episode 10- Sorry.

“You-You kept that?” Niall asked, completely gobsmacked.

“Yeah. You gave it to me a week before you left. I should've known that it was a goodbye gift,” Zayn chuckle.

“Ugh, you're going to kill me with all the guilt aren't you?” Niall groaned, tilting his head back so that the tears pooling in his eyes wouldn't fall.

“Probably,” Zayn chuckle, “I won't stop until your drown in it,”

“You're evil when you're old,” Niall groaned as he place his head on Zayn's chest, just like when they were little, sitting under the tree trying to make animal origami. What would Zayn think if he found out that his best friend is gay? Would he regret the past 15 years waiting for him?

“There is one way to make it up to me,” Zayn announced as he runs his hair through Nialls oily morning hair.

“What is it? I'll do anything Zee,” Niall asked, feeling extremely comfortable on Zayn's chest.

“Go out with me,” Zayn replied “On a date,”

“On a,....date?” Niall asked, a tad bit unsure “Like a couple's date? That sort of date?”

“Well,...yeah,” Zayn replied confidently.

“I-I,” Niall stuttered. Well at least now he knows that his best friend is gay too, which is quite a shock because Zayn looks too beautiful to be gay. It's quite funny to think that even though the gay population isn't many, Niall has met quite a number of them in his life, and half of them are twice as good looking as him. So, gay birds do flock together huh? But how does Zayn know he's gay? “So, you-you know?”

“Know what?” Zayn replied with a question.

“That I'm,...gay?”

“Well,...obviously,” Zayn fidgeted, not really wanting Niall to know the whole truth that he's been stalking him for quite some time now.

“How?” Niall asked.

“It's written on you forehead,” Zayn joked, earning a smack on the shoulder from Niall.

“I'm serious Zee,” Niall whined, using Zayn's childhood nick name. He haven't heard anyone calling him that in the past fifteen years. It melted Zayn's heart just by just hearing the way Niall pronounce it.

“Lucky guess,” Zayn whispered, loud enough for Niall to hear him. Somehow, Niall knew Zayn wasn't being 100% honest, but he let it slip because he was just happy to him again after fifteen years.

“I-I'm sorry Zayn,” Niall breath out, sitting up straight. “I can't go out with you. I'm seeing someone at the moment,”

“What?” Zayn asked, now it was his turn feel gobsmacked. Niall was seeing someone? How can he not know this? Was Niall lying to him?

“And I just really want to keep you in my life,” Niall continued, looking Zayn straight in the eye with his deep bright blue ones. “All my life, I never had a steady relationship. If we start dating, and something bad happens somewhere in the future that might result in me losing you, then I don't want to risk it. I-I just got you back, and if it's possible, I want you to stay. I don't want you to be just some guy that comes in and out of my life. I want you to stay,”

“What makes you think that we won't work?” Zayn said huskily. He moved forward, brushing his plump lips with Niall's thin pink ones, breathing hot breath on it. Niall shivered lightly, and had to use all his strength not to crash his lips with Zayn's. “What makes you think that we will screw it up?”

“I don't,” Niall replied, grabbing a fistful of Zayn's shirt and pushed him back slightly “I just don't want to risk it Zayn. I don't want to lose you again,”

Zayn could practically sense the sincerity and strain in Niall's voice; It makes his heart swell with pride knowing that Niall didn't want to lose him in his life again, but also slightly hurt that he didn't want to give them a chance. Basically, Niall had friend-zoned him with the reason of not wanting to lose him.

“On one condition then,” Zayn breathed out after a few minutes of silence.

“Again?” Niall chuckled lightly “Okay, what is it?”

“If this 'guy' you're seeing hurts you,..I'll kill him,” Zayn said, his tone emotionless.

“Well, I'll make sure to warn him then,” Niall chuckled, wrapping his arm around Zayn's neck. Zayn his arm slowly to wrap it around Niall's small waist, bringing their bodies closer. Zayn was quite devastated that will in held in someone elses arm, his lips will kiss another man and his heart will always long for someone that isn't him. But like he promised, if that guy hurts him in any way, he will not hesitate to hurt him.

“I hate the fact that you're bigger than me,” Niall mumbled in Zayn's shoulder.

“Everyone is bigger than you Ni,” Zayn chuckled, and Niall could fell the vibration on his chest. “But no-one has a bigger heart than you,”

“If I have a big heart, than I wouldn't leave you, breaking my promise,” Niall mumbled sadly, and Zayn didn't know what to say to prove it otherwise.

***

“You know Zee, you're voice reminds me of my boss, well ex-boss,” Niall spoke up as they walked hand-in-hand back to Niall's apartment.

“Really?” Zayn's eyes widened at the statement, thinking of their previous conversation over the phone that didn't end very well. It's a good thing that “Wait, what's with the 'ex'?”

“I got fired,” Niall shrugged causally “I called him an asshole, which he is,”

“So,...uhhh,...you're unemployed right now?” Zayn asked feeling a tad bit uncomfortable and weird. Should he tell Niall that he is Mr. Malik and he's not fired? But Niall seemed to hate Mr. Malik with a passion, so telling him wouldn't such a good idea. Ever since Zayn's mother, Holly Brooks, died, Zayn's father, Yasser Malik took him in and changed his last name into Zayn Malik. He didn't like it at first, but somehow, changing his last name helped him get over his mother's death, so he decided to keep it.

“Yeah,...which is sad, I really love working for that asshole of a boss,” Niall replied, smiling.

“You like working with him?”

“Well, yeah; the pay is good, the work is not that hard, and my boss is, well he did one thing wrong and called him an asshole. I might have over-reacted a bit,” Niall explained, kicking the nonexistent rock on the pavement.

“So,...you're gonna apologize and get your job back?” Zayn asked, almost hopefully.

“What do you think I should do?” Niall asked, turning to face Zayn.

“I uhh, well I think that you should give your boss one more chance,” Zayn answered.

“I think so too,” Niall smiled

***

“So, who was that?” Harry asked once Niall entered their shared apartment, plopping down on the recliner like a sack of potatoes. Niall noticed that Louis' head was on Harry's lap, sleeping soundly as Harry cards his fingers through Louis feathery brown hair. Louis was still wearing his work suit, with his tie hanging loose around his neck.

“Uhh,...an old friend,...like really REALLY old friend,” Niall replied with a fond smile, thinking of Zayn. They had exchanged phone numbers, and Zayn refused to give his home address, saying that he'll tell him when the time is right.

“Old or not,...he's hot,” Harry complemented “Like Greek-God slash underwear model hot,”

“Hmmm? Who's hot?” Louis mumbled sleepily from Harry's lap.

“Nobody babe,” Harry bent down to kiss Louis on the lips “I was talking about you,”

“Hm really? Good then.” Louis mumbled then proceeded to bury his face in Harry's stomach, and went back to sleep. “So, what's his name?”

“Zayn,...and I don't think that Louis likes him very much. When we're little, when I want to go out and play with him, Louis would find so many reason for me not too,”

“Why's that?” Harry asked with a chuckle.

“Well he said that Zayn was trying to replace him as my brother,” Niall laughs.

“He's silly. My silly baboon,” Harry bent down, stealing a kiss from Louis. “So, your date is tonight, with Liam,”

“And still don't know what to wear,” Niall groaned, rubbing his face with his hands.

“One, you sound like a teenage girl, and second, you could go naked for all he cares. I can see it in his eyes when he was here that he was practically stripping you with his eyes,”

“You're an idiot, Haz. Liam is not that sort of bloke,” Niall retorted.

“Whatever you say Niall,” Harry chuckled “I won't be surprise if he tries to get into your pants tonight,”

“He won't, trust me,”

Niall straighten out the clothes he was wearing for his date; a tight white shirt with a black and red varsity jacket on top, a pair of tight black jeans and his favorite Nike high-top. He should feel excited for tonight, because he's been looking forward to have a date with Liam so much, but after meeting with Zayn, he's been having second thoughts. Zayn's word were floating in his head, and he can't seem to get them out.

“What makes you think that we won't work?”

“What makes you think that we will screw it up?”

It's not that he thinks that they won't work out, it's just the thought of losing him again makes him shiver to no end. He's been texting Zayn all day, catching up with him and smiled goofily at Zayn's typos and quirky jokes. It felt refreshing to have Zayn back in his life, like a missing puzzle. But it felt like the missing puzzle is not place at the right spot. Niall stared at the mirror once more, before he recieve a text from Liam, saying that he was already here.

“Get out of my head second thoughts,” Niall mumbled to himself “Liam is a great guy with a hot body and a great ass,”

Niall felt like kicking his head and dunk it into the toilet bowl for letting his second thoughts get to him. It's not that the date is boring, but that slight spark, tingle or excitement wasn't there. Liam took him to a classic style bar-slash-diner with great music where they had a nice dinner and now having small, like really small talk while sipping beer. Niall noticed that Liam looked slightly agitated, but still managed to put on that adorable smile and crinkled eyes whenever he laughs. Was he too having seconds thoughts?

“Can we have another round here?” Liam asked one of the waitress who nodded at him with a tired smile.

That was another thing; Liam wasn't taking it slow with his alcohol, like he was trying to get himself drunk. Niall could deny it it, but he knows that this date is going down the drain. The bar-slash-diner was getting crowded, and soon, they were surrounded by sweaty dancing people, and Liam is having drunk conversation with Niall. Niall wanted more than anything to leave but apart of his brain said that he should get himself drunk too and join Liam in his drunk conversation, or have a dirty dance with him on the dance floor. Shaking his head to get rid of the unflattering idea, Niall got up and began walking towards the toilet but Liam managed to grab his wrist, rather tightly might he add.

“Ouch Liam,” Niall yelped, trying to pull his hand away but in vain. Liam was gripping his wrist so tight, he could practically feel his blood circulation being cut off.

“Wh-Where ya' going Blondie?” Liam slurred, his eyes were blood-shot and pupils dialate.

“I'm going to the toilet Liam, now let me go,” Niall seethed and gave one last tug before Liam finally let go, muttering something incoherent under his breath.

Niall sighed and made his way through the sea of sweaty and swaying body, and after a few minutes, he finally found the toilet. He was getting the feeling of being followed, but brushed it off, thinking that there were so many people in here and his mind were playing tricks on him. After he emptied his bladder, Niall took his sweet time washing his hands, thinking how yet another disastrous date, even with the oh-so-perfect guy. Niall secretly wondered if he's cursed or something; a curse that bans him from having a great first date. A curse that makes him attract bad lucks. Niall couldn't decide if it was his fault, or the other person's fault. Because if he was the problem, then why isn't anyone pointing it out for him?

After nearly ten minutes of staring in the mirror above the sink in self pity, Niall finally gather up his strength and walked out of the smelly toilet. But once he stepped out of the toilet, he felt two large hand grabbed his waist. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he was pushed rather roughly on the wall and felt another muscular body pressed himself on him, so that he was sandwiched between the wall and the man.

“Liam, what the fuck?” Niall gasped, feeling a little bit dizzy after his head made contact with the wall.

“Who's Liam baby?” A gruffy voice that didn't belong to Liam spoke, chuckling darkly as he runs his hands up and down Niall's torso. He buried his face into the crook of Niall's shoulder and lick a huge stripe on the exposed skin. Niall's eyes widened in fear and shock, but when he tried to scream, his perverted captor quickly put his hand around Niall's neck, choking him.

“Now now Blondie,” He chuckled “I'm not really a huge fan of a screamer,...except if that person is in bed with me, rolling sweaty and naked,”

You know, research from the UK suggests that almost three percent of men reported a non-consensual sexual experience as adults and over five percent of men reported sexual abuse as a child, and now, Niall is about to join the three percent group. On his date that was suppose to be perfect. With no-one coming to help him. Not even Liam. It is sad enough to know that recognition of male on male rape in law has historically been limited; the first successful prosecution for attempted male on male rape in the UK was not until 1995.

Oh, he shouldn't have read those ridiculous files Harry brought home.

“Ph-Please,” Niall managed to choke out, as a tear slid down his pale cheeks.

“Please what? Fuck you deep and hard?” The man laughed and rubbed their groins together. “I'm gonna make you sc-”

Before his could finish his sentence, he was yanked back roughly, and Niall took a deep sharp breath as oxygen finally filled his lungs again. He knees gave up, causing him to fell down knees first to the floor. He coughed a few time before looking up where his about-to-be-rapist was pinned to the ground as another man with black clothes and black hair delivers continuous punches to his body and face. Niall was secretly hoping that it was Liam, but when he lets out another loud cough, causing his mysterious savior to turn around, worried and anger etched on to his face.

“Z-Zayn?!” Niall wheezed out, feeling safety and happiness engulfing him.

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P/S- The information on male on male rape is true, not something that I made up.

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