#DramaInTheCourtRoom #ShotsFired.

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Nialls POV

I can't watch, yes, no, yes, no!!!

Oh god. I watch in horror as Zayn stomps towards Harry, raising his arm, and releasing it upon Harry.

SMACK

Yup Zayns dead. Harry lunges for Zayn, but is pulled back by Liam. If Harry didn't hate Zayn, he sure does now.

"You bastard! Niall's mine! Get that through your incredibly small, and horrifically stupid brain!" Harry exclaims, tugging on Liam to let him free.

Zayn glares with hate at Harry.

"Punishment, you disrespect!" Zayn shouts, and Liam instantly dragged a cuffed Harry towards the door.

I don't know where Harry is going, but it's not gonna be good.

Zayn walks over to me, still furious, and squats down next to me. I cower in fear, what is going to happen to Harry?! Right when things were just getting good.

Zayn rolls his eyes. "Nail, come." He commands me like a dog.

Like hell I'll come to you.

"Nail." Zayn uses a more authoritative voice and I can't help but slightly inch towards him.

"Nail-" He began, but I cut him off.

"Just call me Ni, anything other than Nail." I plead.

"Ni." He tried out, clearly liking the simplicity. I nod in agreement, rubbing up and down my cold arms trying to create friction for heat.

Zayn stares at me, while talking to Togpo. They're speaking heavily and fast in German, so I can't decipher. I look toward Nick and he's spoiled. Wow.

He's wrapped up in multiple blankets, clearly fed, and has a water bottle next to him.

I pout and whimper to myself, oh god what I would give for that right now.

"Ni, up. Go bath." Zayn tells me the plan, hoisting me up to my feet, and guiding me out the door.

Ive never been out the door, it's always locked. The hallways are dirty, and narrow. The whole place is stuffy and smelly. Now I'm rethinking wanting to go out.

After a couple of twists and turns, we arrive a two small bathing rooms. Togpo gently pushes nick to one door, leaving zayn and I to another.

Zayn takes my hand and opens the door, revealing a small, cramped room. It has a tub In the middle, one large mirror, and another shelf filled with half soap.

Zayn begins filling the water, and I awkwardly stand there. Is he gonna get out....or what???

"Can't Bathe in clothes." Zayn points out, raising a brow.

"Um, then get out?" I tell him, pointing to the door.

He looks pretty offended, and immediately starts taking down my pants, leaving me in my boxers.

"Zayn!" I squeal, trying to pull my pants back up. He restricts my hands. "At least let me keep my boxers?" I beg, not wanting to strip, id only do that for Harry or money.

Zayn thinks it over and shrugs, he walked over and messes with the soaps, smelling each and every one. He picks up one, sugar and vanilla, and dumps it in. The room begins to form an aroma of sugary sweetness and I smile. Bubbles foam up and out the tub, making it seem like a cloud. This smells hella good.

I walk over to the tub and Zayn helps me in, gently placing me into the tub.

This is really relaxing, I close my eyes and let my body soak in the water. Who would've thought id be a spoiler prisoner of war? Not me.

I almost fall asleep till the water splashes a little and I feet a leg enter the bubbly water.

My eyes are saucers, Zayn is in his boxers...and he's getting in!!!

I instantly recoil my legs to my abdomen, and snake my arms around them. So now I'm going to get raped?

I stare at him as he sits in the water slowly, and begins to move towards me.

"Ni." He calls out, shifting towards me.

"Nooooo." I drag out, shifting away from him.

"c'mon." He whines, latching his arms onto my waist, pulling me towards him.

What?! Nonono, only Harry is supposed to do that...I like Harry...just Harry?? Yea, don't kid yourself Niall.

I squirm and slide out of his grip with ease, thanks water. Just as I'm about to get out, an extremely firm grip grasps my hips, slowly descending into a stomach. A stomach with a six pack may I add.

I'm placed inbetween his legs once again, his encasing me within his arms. He rests his head on my shoulder, and I sit there awkwardly...the fuck I'm supposed to do?!

Maybe if I just pretend to go along with this stuff...no don't be a jerk...well what am I supposed to do?! I can't think for myself, I have DPD for gods sakes! I rack my brain for strategies but come up empty, might as well just enjoy this while I'm alive.

I lean my head back and rest it on Zayns bare shoulder. This is the first time I've seen him without a uniform. I never knew he had tattoos, it's actually really hot.

I analyze the tattoos, following them, seeing they lead down to his hands. That's a lot of tattoos.

I slowly trace the tattoo patterns with my index finger. One circle here...a rose here..

"Like tattoos?" Zayn asks, smiling down at me. I nod, slightly smiling back.

I pretend to like this and go along with it for my own sake. I don't care about what he feels, I just have to stay alive. Although I hate this, I can't escape it.

He then abruptly spun me around, making it so that I was straddling him. One leg on the right, the other on the left, hooking in the middle of his back. Zayn takes my arms and places them around his neck, entwining my hands together.

He turns his head and scoops up some bubbles. What?

He then gently places them on my face, careful to not get them in my eyes/mouth/nose.

"Ni, beard!" He says, and I release one hand and splash him.
Well if he does put a beard to me, isn't only fair if I give him one back...right? Right.

I then ball up some bubbles, padding them on his already bearded face. He smiles and crosses his eyes, and I giggle.

Zayn gathers some bubbles and tells me to close my eyes, and I obey. I feel some pats on my head and nose area, and then he's done.

"Ni, bear!" Zayn looks proud of himself, I look at the mirror behind me and see he gave me bubble ears and nose. I stare at his creation for a couple more seconds till I realize how...sexual..this position is.

I make eye contact with Zayn in the mirror and blush deeply, bowing my head.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Zayns head bend down with mine. He dips his head rubs his nose against mine a couple times giving me nose kisses.

A close mouthed grin appears upon my face, and I knock my nose against his, but with more Force and time.

He obviously takes the challenge and fights a little harder...maybe a little too hard, because the next thing I know.....

Zayns lips are locked with mine.

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2017 Sara here. I can't get over how cringe this is. :)