Crumbled Paper: Ziall

Chapter 21: Ends Meet

Author's Note: There will be a longer and more important author's note at the end. I just wanted to say thank you for getting this story over 600 votes and that I'm dedicating this chapter to GregoryCalderon. Enjoy :)

Two years, nine months later.

He accepted it. He accepted the fact that his parents weren't going to allow him to live his life the way he wanted to. He argued, protested, complained, and nearly ripped his own hair out, the moment he found out they weren't going back to London. The memories remained fresh on his mind simply because hurt and defeat was all he had known over the past two years. Niall's parents continued to pour salt on an open wound - a wound that never had the time to heal and close. It became a battle scar, over time, always reminding him that he was involved in a conflict he didn't have the strength to get through. He felt weak, pathetic, and useless. There was nothing to live for and no one to scream out for help for. Everyone they came across looked past his face, the one full of anguish and stress. Everyone chose to ignore the fact that his need for food vanished along with his happiness. At least, it was that way for the first couple of months of him being away from what he truly felt like was home. He was taken abroad, again, and he was far more out of reach than he could have possibly imagined.

Germany had became his parents' next destination. What started off as another lie about a business trip, and then some ridiculous story about a lay over, Niall had caught on to what his parents were doing. He realized that they were keeping him on his feet and taking him away from anyone who could possibly love him and make him feel whole again. Unfortunately, he could never figure out exactly why they were going through all that trouble just to separate him from a boy. There were boys everywhere, all colors, sizes, and sexual orientations. Yet, they were so hooked on keeping him away from the only one that could make him feel like life was worth living. Niall had lost all contact with his grandmother, weeping for her every night before he went to bed. His heart burned, his muscles ached, his hair went back to its natural state. He couldn't bring himself to care anymore, allowing all the blond dye to disappear. It turned out that he actually enjoyed being brunette again, sparking a little bit of happiness in him, for once; however it wasn't enough. He was now nineteen, had finally been able to get a job at a cafe, working there for seven months, so far. He continued to save up, hoping he would reach a reasonable amount of money for him to finally make his escape from his parents.

Those weren't the only changed that happened in Niall's life. Something huge, unexpected, and unexplainable happened. He had every reason to be shook, nervous, and scared. He panicked, not knowing how to cope with the situation or how his parents would make him feel. Though it wasn't possible for them to make him feel like any less than a human, he thought they would have enough decency to give him a pass that time. A week after leaving his grandmother's house, Niall started to experience a case of barfing and it occurred almost every morning and at the end of almost every meal. He thought that maybe he caught an illness due to all the stress and heartache. He didn't hesitate to go to the hospital because he felt he was far better off there than with his parents. Sadly, he had received shocking, sad, and bittersweet news all within the same time frame. Niall had found out that he was two weeks pregnant. Impossible, right? That's exactly what he kept telling himself and even his mother was baffled enough, and idiotic enough, to throw a fit in the doctor's office. Just when someone, a doctor, was there to help Niall yet again, his mother was always there to push them away.

The doctors went on to explain to him about the likelihood of that event happening and why him of all people. They explained the worse case scenarios as well as the perks and positive outcomes. They ran a few tests to make sure their hypothesis was correct and that it wasn't just some tumor swelling up inside of him; he indeed was carrying a child. Niall didn't think he would be able to do it. The fact that he was living with the devil's workers, stressed out, and didn't have any support - bringing a baby into that world was bound to be full of hardships; but, then, Niall would think about the fact that the baby was Zayn's and, should he never see the love of his life again, he would have someone just as sacred and close to him. So, it was settled, Niall went through the whole nine month experience. Everything from mood swings, weird cravings, sleepless nights, back pains, the mini kicks, and the emotional nights of missing Zayn. In the end, he was blessed with a beautiful, baby boy, Chase James Malik, or CJ for short. Born at just five pounds, eight ounces, he was a bundle of joy for the teen and that was the first time, in a long time, that Niall's parents gave him a break from making his life a living hell. That's when Niall decided he would stop fighting it and just accept the fact that he had lost everything, but gained something wonderful.