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I replayed his words in my mind over and over. How was I? I was basically an orphan and there he was, calling out of the blue, and asking how I was. “What do you want?” I asked him, my words coming out harsher sounding than I intended.

“Is that any way to talk to your father?”

“What father?” I asked, this time sounding like I had wanted to. This man on the other side of the line was never a father. He was there for a short time and then decided that his job as my dad wasn’t worth his time so he left. He wasn’t my father. He hadn’t been for a while.

“Zayn. Please listen to me.” That was when I took the cordless phone and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Niall and Maura behind. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Niall wanting to come after me, but Maura held him back. “Zayn I heard about your mother.” He said softly, approaching on dangerous territory. “I’m so sorry to hear that she is gone.” There was a slight shake to his voice like he was on the verge of tears.

“You’re not sorry.” I spat. “If you were you would have been at her bedside like I was. Not off enjoying the comforts of life like you have been for the past ten years.” I was shaking by then and I couldn’t stay on the phone any longer. I just couldn’t. Hearing my father talk about my mother was too hard for me. He had no idea what I had been through and how much I needed somewhere with me when my mom fought until she died. “Don’t call again.”I said finally, hanging up the phone and trying not to through it at the wall, shattering it into a million pieces.

I set the phone down on the top of the couch and stood stationary for a few minutes. I had to collect myself before I did anything else. If I didn’t, I would destroy something for sure, the phone being the least of anyone’s worries.

“Zayn?” Maura walked up beside me. I turned to her and saw that Niall was popping his head out from the kitchen, watching his mother approach me. “Zayn, I know this is sudden- if you need anything-“

“I don’t-“ I choked, clenching my fists. “I’ll be upstairs.” I announced, quickly running up the stairway and down to my room. Once inside I slammed the door and locked it. I was heaving cries out by then. I ran over to my bedside table and tore through the drawer looking for my picture. The only picture that ever mattered to me; the one of my mother and I. I found it near the back of the drawer and when I grabbed for it, the brittle paper it was printed on ripped between my fingers. I gasped, holding a torn fragment in my hand. I carefully pulled out the rest of the photo and realized that I had practically torn my picture in half.

I shook terribly as I held the two pieces. I held them together to make a whole picture once again. The edges were jagged, a line ran through the center and the colors were faded. What I held in my hands was the only remaining piece of my past, and I had just ripped it. I was losing myself. I was losing the Zayn that I had worked to become and becoming this new person who was insecure, out of place, and out of mind. I hated it. I hated myself.

I sat on my bed with my torn pieces in hand and internally screamed at myself for letting my emotions run wild. I would have been fine that day if my father hadn’t called. I really wished he were dead all of these years instead of skillfully evading my mother and me. I wished he hadn’t called and thrown my world into chaos. I wished he didn’t exist. That would be for the best.

A knock came to my door and the handle jiggled back and forth. “Zayn, will you open the door?” It was Niall. I knew he wouldn’t stop until he was in the room, so I figured I’d save him the step of breaking down my door and just let him into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Were you crying?”

“No.” I lied, wiping my face with the back of my hand. One half of my picture slipped from my hand and Niall leaned down to pick it up. He frowned when he saw it and then looked at my other hand, seeing that I had the other half. “It ripped.” I laughed nervously. Niall gave me a small smile and handed me the other half.

“I’ll be back.” Niall jolted out of my room and I could hear him jumbled his way down the stairway. He came back minutes later with a roll of tape and a small picture frame. “I’m sure my mom won’t miss this.  It was a frame for one of my elementary school pictures. I figured you could better use it. Here, let me see the picture.” He reached out and I carefully handed him the picture. He placed it against the wall and put tape on the back of the one half, then connected the other. You could still tell that the picture was ripped, but it looked better. Niall then slipped the photo into the frame and handed it over to me. “Keep that safe, yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I nodded, holding the frame to my chest. I then wandered over to my bed, taking a seat on the edge and placing my frame on my bedside table. Niall slowly paced over to me and sat down.

“So what was that phone call about? I thought you said you didn’t know where you’re dad was, or if he was even alive.”

“I didn’t. He found me.” My fists clenched up again just thinking about it.

“What did he want?” Niall asked, taking one of my hands in his and squeezing it. I relaxed instantly, knowing that Niall was there to take away the unease I felt.

“I don’t know. I hung up before he got a chance to say.” I was actually worried about what he wanted. Before, I had no family to go to so that was why I went to Niall’s mother, a long time friend of my mother. But now, now I have a father out there and I was only seventeen. I was underage, which meant that I could not live on my own and if my father were thinking about taking me away… well, he had every right to. “Niall, I don’t want to leave.” I said shakily.

“I won’t let you.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me securely. “I won’t ever let you go because if you leave, you’ll take my heart away with you.” He was almost whispering in my ear, arms still tight around me. I hooked my own arms around his waist and we sat there on the bed, limbs entwined and hearts pounding.

“I hope he doesn’t call back.” I said quietly. I silently prayed that he didn’t call or show up any time soon to take me away. The last string holding me to this world was this place. My new friend, Liam. Niall. If my father were to cut that string and take me away, I wouldn’t survive. I would end it right then and there. No doubt in my mind.

“I’ll cut the phone lines.” Niall muttered jokingly. “Trust me when I say this, city boy.” Niall pulled away for a second so I could see his face. He was smiling brightly. “I will never let you go when all you need is here.”

** Warning, semi-explicit material ** 

My lips attacked his an instant later. I held his face in my hands and I straddled his lap. He responded quickly, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. Our lips fit perfectly together and moved with skill. I took the chance and slipped my tongue into his mouth, exploring his saliva lined cavern. His tongue reacted, dancing with mine and fighting for dominance. I pulled away to breath for a second, but Niall was already going for more. He lied down back on the bed, pulling me with him to the sheets. I gripped the fabric of his shirt and tried to pull it off of him, but he was trying the same with me, so I stopped while he removed my shirt and then it was his turn.

God, I had waited for this moment to run my fingers over his tanned skin. His breathing hitched when I ran my fingers of his pink nipples. I traveled my hands down his abdomen, feeling every muscle and loving every moment. Niall did the same with me, tracing patterns over the ink that swirled on my skin. We returned to attacking each other’s lips moments later and I could feel Niall getting excited underneath me. That more than turned me on. I swore I could have came in my pants just then. Just the noises and looks he was giving me through half hooded eyes was enough to put me over the edge.

“Niall, hold on.” I gasped, breaking away from him. He looked up at me, a blush on his cheeks. He removed his hands from me and I began to climb off of him, much to his dismay. Though, I only moved off the bed, fumbling with my pants and turning my newly framed picture down to the surface of the bedside table. Sorry mom. I silently apologized for blocking the photo, but having my mother’s picture there when I, as well as Niall, was supporting a rather intense b.oner was a bit strange.

When Niall realized what I was doing he moved to remove his own jeans, dragging them down his legs, leaving his briefs on. I played with my zipped, slowly moving it down until my e.rection was free from the tight confines of my skinny jeans.

A/N: Hey guys! I kept my word for a wednesday update! Yay! Also, this story is getting pretty intense dont you think?!? Please tell me how you feel about everything. I love hearing from people either in private message or in comments! I always try and get back to everyone and so far so good! Thank you for reading! 

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