Our Loves An Asylum z.h Book 2

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-Niall-

I walked up to the door step. My hands clamy. I couldn't believe I was doing this. He was my bestfriend , but I loved Zayn.. and I would do anything to make him happy. To make Zek love me. I knocked on the door waiting for him. I knew he would be here.

When no one would answer I looked to the side where Zayn was standing with his brother. He looked like him, the only difference was his nose and his eyes. I honestly think this was our love child. But I knew Zayn hated him so I didn't tell him what I thought. "Knock again." He mouthed. I nodded and knocked a bit harder this time.

The door swung up and there was Liam standing with a stupid smile on his face, though it was gone when he saw me, "Niall."

*two hours before* (SORRY :P)

I groaned with each step I took. We had been walking for an hour and a half and the long road we were on looked never ending.

"I'm tired" Zayns brother mumbled. Zayn had yelled and hit him earlier for talking too much. We also found out his name was Jawadd, not Javadd. Which calmed Zayn down a bit.

"Do you want a fucking award or something?" Zayn said looking at him. I knew this was Zek but I didn't like that he was being mean to his own brother.

"I'm tired too." I said softly looking at Jawadd as if saying don't worry about it, its okay to be. Zayn groaned and bent down a bit.

"Get on." He grumbled.

"What?" I asked shocked.

"You're tired so I'm going to carry you. Get on." I hesitantly climbed on and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, my head resting on his shoulder. I let out a content sigh and felt him shiver.

"What?! He tells you he's tired and you carry him?! I tell you I'm tired and you yell at me?"

"I actually love him. Of course there's gonna be a difference." He spat, one of is hands finding mine and lacing our fingers together, the other on my thigh keeping me up.

He didn't say anything after that. I felt bad for the kid but I was kind of glad that Zay-Zek was being mean to him, because if he would of been nice and gave in I would of been mad knowing I had to slowly get him to love me -getting hurt in the process - and that he had to do nothing.

After about another few minutes of walking I felt and heard my stomach grumble.. I shouldn't have skipped lunch... "You're hungry." Zayn said, and it wasnt even a question, more like a statement. "Why dont we just kill jawadd and eat him." I looked at him horrified and he chuckled. "I joke." I sighed in relief as Jawadd pointed something out in the distance.

"Look there's a diner!"

"Ooo Zayn can we eat there. Can we eat there ? Pleaseee."

"We dont have money though." Jawadd pulled out a wad of cash.

"Stole it from the officer at the front desk." Zayn sighed but nonethless nodded.

"Alright fine. But quickly because we habe to find Harry."

"Harry is ... your brothers boyfriend?" I looked at the pained face he made when he said 'your brother' . I knew it hurt because he was calling someone who wasnt actually his brother his brother.

"Fiance" he corrected.

"Oh." He whispered.

I kissed Zayns cheek and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "You'll eat quickly and we'll leave okay?" I nodded. We walked into the diner and set me down. Then I realized what we were wearing. Bloody (literally) jump suits from the asylum.