"Irwin!" John shouted with a hint of anger, yet excitement in his voice. "It's about time you showed up. Let me fill you in on everything." They shut the door and I was left stunned and confused. John just let this guy walk right into the house. Someone that nobody knew.

I carefully made my way down the rest of the stairs and into the kitchen. I stood just at the corner and watched as the new guy shook both Harry and Ruth's hands. I guess he was a friendly face. But I had a hard time trusting people. Could you blame me? I stood there for a little bit until John noticed me.

"Niall!" He waved me over. "Let me introduce you to this guy right here." He clapped his hand on the newcomers back. The guy turned around and fashioned a bright smile. He had dimples for days and a ragged look with his dirty blonde hair. "Zayn and I talked and thought that a look out was a good idea to have around here."

"Hello." He said. His voice had a thick accent that I couldn't quite place. He didn't reach out to shake my hand. He just stood there with his hands jammed into his pockets and a black stare on his face. "Name's Ashton, but you get to call me Irwin."

"Niall. You can just call me Niall." I stood back. I didn't like this guys attitude, but John said he was going to be some sort of guard for the place, so I guessed that I could trust him. I looked away from him and over to Ruth shyly. "Hey, uh, Ruth?"

"Yeah Niall?" She spoke up and then walked over to me, much like a mother would do her child.

"I was wondering if you could give me a cut?" I tugged on my hair and gave her a shy smile. Out of the corner of my eye I saw this Ashton guy smirk. I shook off the bad feeling I got from him and sat down in the chair that Ruth pulled out for me. Ashton and John moved to another spot in the house, just out of ear reach. My haircut was soothing and when it was all said and done, I had no blonde left. I was left with my natural hair color and it was weird to see myself in the mirror like that. The last time I had brown hair was before I met Louis. I only dyed it to be more appealing to my clients.

"So that's what you're supposed to look like..." I heard Zayn's soft voice behind me. I had wandered up into the bathroom on the upper floor. I looked towards the doorway of the bathroom and saw Zayn leaning against it.

"Yeah..." I swiped the razor down the side of my jaw, removing more of the stubble that had grown there. "I guess so. Do you like me this way?" I turned to Zayn again once I was done shaving. My skin was smooth and I felt normal again.

"I love you this way." Zayn said to me. His words made my heart skip a beat. It wasn't like he was saying I love you. That would be weird. But the feeling behind his words felt like he was trying to get a rise out of me. "I mean, I think you look perfect the way you are. You don't have to change anything about yourself."

I shook my head. "I'm dirty though."I told Zayn what I had always felt. Dirty. My skin was tainted. Yet, he still gazed upon it. My body was ruined, yet he still wanted to touch it.

"No." Zayn stepped into the bathroom. "That's not true."

"But I am." I told him again. I hugged myself and stepped back.

"You never could be." His words penetrated me. He stepped closer, cornering me in the bathroom. I shook my head. "Why won't you believe me? I see you in front of me and I see nothing but the most pure human I've ever seen in my life." He reached forward and touched my cheek. "Believe me, Niall."

"I can't."

"Then I will make you believe." Zayn slammed his lips against mine as we stumbled back against the far wall of the bathroom. I gently held onto Zayn so that I wouldn't graze his shoulder or his side. He ran his tongue into my mouth and we slid to the ground so that I was sitting in his lap. The bathroom door was open, but neither of us cared. I sucked on his tongue, felt it slide against my teeth. He bit my bottom lip and I gasped.

Zayn started to chuckle and I pulled away. "What?" I blushed when he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Just this dirty talk. It got me thinking." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I haven't had a proper shower in a week. Think you could help me with that?" His hand slid down my arm, resting in the crook of my elbow. "I'm a bit wounded and I think these bandages need changed." Zayn touched his side tenderly and I smiled.

"I can help with that." We moved carefully into the shower. I grabbed the plastic desk chair from the room down the hall and placed it inside the expanse of the shower. I helped Zayn out of his pants and briefs underneath, as well as his arm sling and shirt. The door was shut and we were ready to go. He was naked in front of me, minus the bandages, which were tinged pink from him bleeding. I gently removed his bandages and and revealed his jagged wounds, harshly stitched together. "Oh, Zayn."

I had found a bucket under the bathroom sink and grabbed a washcloth. When the bucket was filled up with soft soap and hot water, I dunked the washcloth into the water and then squeezed out the excess water. I went straight for Zayn's neck for some reason, running the hot water over him and wiping off whatever dirt and grime he was talking about. Some water streamed down his chest and down his perfect abs, all the way to his crotch. Which was steadily growing with each wipe of the wash cloth.

"D.ammit." Zayn stood still, but I knew he was struggling. I wiped him down and made sure to avoid his wounds. They would need to be cleaned last. I took his good arm and ran the washcloth over his tanned skin. He groaned and I eyed his erection. I brought his hand to my face and wiped it down while sucking on his fingers. "God, Niall." Zayn moaned.

"I will do anything for you." I told him, popping my mouth off his fingers.

"Only if..." Zayn's breathing hitched when I rested my hand right about his d.ick where his hairs tickled my palm. "Only if you want to." Oh did I want to. I lowered my hand, teasing his skin with my slim fingers. I leaned forward and placed a kiss to zany's chest, beside his wounded shoulder, while my hand slid down and held onto Zayn's d.ick.

He gasped and then hissed in pain. I looked up at him and saw him grabbing his shoulder. I pulled away instantly. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no..." Zayn held his hand to his wounded shoulder and breathed in and out hard through his nose. "I'll be fine. Just- continue. Please." It was weird to hear Zayn begging for me to please him. He was usually more reserved, but I think his weakened state made him vulnerable. And that vulnerability gave me a sense of dominance over him.

My clothes felt too tight as I kneeled before him. I was excited as well and my jeans were a little more than restricting. I did what I could to pump Zayn in my hand and get my clothes off. I knocked over the bucket in the process, water logging my clothes and making my pants even harder to get off. After a rough tug, I threw my pants to the side and grabbed myself while still pumping Zayn in my hand.

"Put- Put you're mouth on me." Zayn stammered. He rested his hand on top of my head and gently nudged me downward. I smirked. It might have been Zayn's weakened state of mind that made him to needy, but I wasn't complaining. I would do anything for him. He was different. This was different. I wasn't being forced into this. I wanted to do this and I knew that Zayn would stop if I ever felt uncomfortable.

I let my hot breath tickle Zayn before I took him in my mouth. He moaned so loudly when I slid my tongue up his shaft. I think he was ready even before I began sucking him off because it didn't take long for him to come in my mouth. His salty c.um slid down my throat as I swallowed and pulled back; a string of saliva connecting us. The heat I felt inside was unbearable and I tried to get myself off, but It was near impossible for me to do it on my own.

"Uh." I grunted in frustration. Zayn placed his hand under my chin and pulled it up so that I would look at him. "W-what?"

"Straddle me." He almost ordered. I was worried that if I did he would get hurt. His stitches were poorly put together, but held him together. I didn't want him to bust open a stitch and bleed on in the shower.

"I'll be okay." I told him, shaking as I kneeled before him, my own length still in my hand as I tried to work out my frustrations.

"No, I'll be okay." Zayn said, lifting my chin again. "Go ahead." He nodded and looked down at his lap. I followed his gaze and he was half hard. If I sat on him, who knew what could happen. We might actually go all the way. Why was I overthinking it? I've had sex so many times before and was fine throughout the whole ordeal. Why was this time giving me such anxieties.

"I-I..." I hunched forward just hoping I could get myself off without any help. After a few more pumps I did and I sighed loudly. When I looked up at Zayn he had this look on his face that was sort of disappointed. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Niall..." Zayn reached forward, taking my c.um covered hand in his own. He brought it to his face and licked my fingers. "It's okay. It'll never not be okay. Whatever you're most comfortable with." He licked up the rest of my hand and then I felt his breath on my palm. "Whenever you'r ready."

The thing that frustrated me the most was that I was ready. I was so ready to be with Zayn. But with him being hurt and having it all mean so much more to me. I wanted to tell Zayn all of that, but whenever I was near him I got so tongue tied. "Okay." Was all I could say to him. I discreetly made my way to the bedroom and grabbed some clothes for the both of us. Zayn was up and out of the shower by the time I got back. I settled for a paid of basketball shorts, while I gave Zayn a light t-shirt and the same kind of shorts.

I carefully helped Zayn clean his wounds and then cover them back up. He only hissed in pain once or twice during the process. When he was all clothed and ready to go, I slid under his arm and helped him out of the bathroom. We were on our way to the bedroom when that Ashton guy showed up at the top of the stairs. Zayn gave him a small nod and he returned the favor.

He then looked at me and his stare gave me chills. There was something about Ashton Irwin that I didn't like. I would like to say I had a good idea of people and how they were. If they were good or bad. I hadn't figured it out completely, but Ashton Irwin was someone I didn't feel good around. His name was familiar though, like I had heard it before.

"Nice shower?" He asked, a mocking tone in his voice. I continued walking with Zayn back to the bedroom and also the way, Zayn gave me a kiss to the side of the head.

"Don't worry about him. He's definitely on our side."

"How do you know that?" I asked Zayn. He didn't even know about Naomi so I was allowed to be a skeptic.

"I saved his life and he owes me. He wouldn't cross me if he even dared."

A/N: Hello! So some people dont like the 5SOS/ 1D crossover, but I like adding characters and more drama so there he is. I don't know if the others will make an appearance, but who knows.

Much Love

Jachxx