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3 HOURS LATER

"Zayn can we eat now?! I'm starving!"

Zayn nodded and took Niall's hand, obviously unashamed and too happy to care what other people think. He had noticed the looks they were getting, but completely ignored them for Niall's sake.

Niall's innocence was one thing Zayn needed to preserve.

He ordered some fish and chips for Niall and he paid, after a long argument of who was going to do it.

"Why couldn't I pay?" Niall whined.

"Babe I'd rather spend my money on you than anyone," he chuckled.

"You do so much for me though, sometimes I feel bad," Niall mumbled. Zayn quickly took his hands and looked him in the eyes.

"No no baby, that's not right. You shouldn't feel bad at all! I do what I do for you and for you only."

Niall gave Zayn a cute smile and Zayn kissed him.

"Love you," he grinned.

"Love you more."

~~

That's how the rest of the day was for them. Absolute pure bliss. Neither of them paid any attention to the world, and only focused on themselves. As selfish as it sounded, that's what they wanted to do.

Now they were laying down on the bed, obviously making out.

Zayn grinned as Niall pressed his lips to his own once again.

"I love you..." Zayn sighed.

"Love you mo—"

The familiar marimba ringtone rung as Zayn scrambled to find his phone.

"Hello?" he finally answered before falling back next to Niall, who wrapped his arms around Zayn's stomach.

"May I please speak to Zayn Malik?"

"Speaking," Zayn responded.

"This is the Bradford Police Force. We're calling about your parents."

"What." Zayn sat up and shook himself out of Niall's grasp before sitting up in the hotel bed.

"They have requested to see you."

"No," Zayn said, "I don't even wanna look at them."

"Mr. Malik, they're still your legal parents, and they wish to see you."

Zayn gulped back all his fear and sighed,

"When should I come?"

"Tomorrow morning. Are you bringing anyone else with you, perhaps?"

"Niall Horan." he said his name quickly.

"I'm sorry but he doesn't seem to be related to you in any way—"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Oh," the receptionist sighed, "well best wishes to you two. I'll be seeing you tomorrow."

"Likewise," Zayn muttered before hanging up.

~~

Zayn opened the cold metal door to the prison and scrunched his nose at the foul smell. It was a good thing he had left Niall in his car. This was no place for someone as innocent and precious as Niall.

"Name?"

He recognised the receptionist's voice as the one over the phone.

"Malik, Zayn." he said quietly.

"Oh, and where is mister Niall Ho—"

"I left him in the car." He stated before nodding towards the door, "can we get this over with?"

She scowled at Zayn's attitude and got up out of her chair to unlock the metal door behind her.

"They're dying to see you." she muttered before slamming the door behind Zayn.

"Bitch..." he muttered.

He looked at all the booths, looking for the specific one with his mother and father, their faces no longer etched in his mind.

"Zayn Malik?" an officer tapped his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he said before realising who it was.

Zayn grinned up at the man, relived to know someone.

"I hope you're not here to visit Niall," Mr. Horan said gripping Zayn's shoulder as a friendly gesture.

"No, actually, I'm here to see my parents. I let Niall stay in the car."

Mr. Horan nodded and led Zayn to a room with blue walls.

"They've requested to see you in private." he said before shutting the door. He nodded into open space before leaning onto one of the pale blue walls. He had no idea what his parents would want to say to him, considering he hasn't seen them since he ran away at thirteen.

"We'll be watching your every move, so don't try anything." a stern voice said as the two people who once raised him entered the room.

The door slammed shut and two police officers stood outside the soundproof window.

Zayn forced his eyes up to his parents. They looked exactly the same as they once did. They resembled Zayn so much that all he could see was himself when he looked at them.

And it made him furious.

"Well?"

His father and mother looked up almost immediately.

"What did you have to talk about?" Zayn continued.

"Well well well, the fag decided to learn to speak up?" His father chuckled.

"I am not a faggot." Zayn said not only to his father but to himself.

"Please Zayn, you're only lying to yourself. Oh! How's Niall?" he chuckled along with his mother.

"That is none of you goddamn business!" Zayn screamed slamming his fists on the table, "Why the hell did you want me here?!"

His parents both chuckled and advanced closer to him.

"Zayn don't rush us! I mean, your boyfriend's father is here! Wouldn't want to make a bad impression on him, would you?"

His mother fingered something in her jail suit.

'How the hell did she get a gun?' Zayn wondered.

Zayn was about to motion to Mr. Horan that she had a gun but his mother said,

"If you tell them I shoot and the job will be done."

Zayn lowered his hand and stared at his parents.

"Listen you fag," his dad, "we wanted you here to warn you. Dating another boy is a bad reputation for our family."

"And going to prison for child abuse isn't?!" Zayn screamed.

Zayn's father came up and choked him.

"IF YOU DON'T—"

Within seconds the police were in the room prying him off of Zayn. His warm sweaty hands were removed from around Zayn's neck and Zayn fell on the floor gasping for air. He was almost at the state of passing out.

"Let's go Zayn." Niall's father came and took him out of the room, headed towards the exit.

"You ruined us! Why don't you just kill yourself already?!"

Every word was like a blow in the face. Each word that came out of his father's mouth hurt him more than ever. He had caved in.

He believed every single word he said.

When Zayn made it outside into his car, that's when he crashed.

Niall looked over at Zayn as he cried onto the steering wheel.

"Zaynie?" Niall whispered, "are you okay?"

He stretched out his arm to comfort him but Zayn refused to let Niall touch him.

"I'm taking you home." Zayn muttered.

"I thought we were going out to lunch?" Niall questioned.

"Not anymore," Zayn said turning out of the prison, "I have something to do."

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