"That I'm just here for your spare time! Do you even listen to me?" Niall snarled, glaring angrily at his boyfriend. The last few weeks they had both been busy-Zayn with schooling and Niall with work-and it was starting to show that they were getting stressed. They hardly ever fought with each other, but when they did, both of them usually ended up crying.
"Of course I listen to you, Niall," Zayn sighed, turning around to get back to his paper, "but right now I really need you to leave me alone." Niall groaned and strode over to the table. He snatched the math paper from the surface and held it out of Zayn's reach, behind his back. "Hey! Give that back! Niall!"
"I just want to spend a little time with my boyfriend, Zee. Is that too much to ask for? Just thirty minutes?" Niall asked, tears welling in his eyes. He knew he was being unfair, that Zayn really did need to finish his paper, but his body was tense and he wanted Zayn to rub all the kinks out of it-the raven haired lad had always known what made Niall feel good.
Zayn let out a frustrated breath as he reached for his paper again, clenching his teeth as Niall moved it just out of reach. "Niall, give me the paper!" He shouted, causing Niall to flinch slightly. Zayn had never yelled at him like that. "Niall, give me the paper or so help me I'll-"
"You'll what?" Niall challenged, his blue eyes connecting with Zayn's angry brown ones. "Huh? What will you do if I don't give you-" Niall wasn't able to finish his sentence before Zayn's hand was already raised and thrusted across his face, the slap echoing through the now silent room. Niall whimpered and dropped the paper, his hands flying to his cheek which was now throbbing with the force Zayn had put behind his hit.
"No, no, no, no," Zayn muttered, looking down at his hand in horror. "No, please, Niall, I'm so sorry." Niall whimpered again as his tears spilled down his cheeks. "Baby." Zayn's rough hands cupped Niall's face, and he used one to move Niall's hand from his cheek. The spot where Zayn had hit was a bright red, standing out greatly against the pale of Niall's skin.
"I-It hurts," Niall cried, hardly able to see his boyfriend through his tears.
"I'm so sorry," Zayn whispered, leaning forward to kiss Niall's injured cheek. "I'm so, so, so sorry, baby. I-I didn't think. My nerves have just been a jumbled mess, and I'm so sorry. I didn't meant to hit you. I wasn't thinking. Gosh, I'm so very sorry."
Zayn placed several more kisses on the sure to be bruised skin, his own tears falling down his face. Niall let Zayn's wet lips try futilely to heal the pain he had caused, clinging to the elder's shirt. "It's okay, Zayn," Niall breathed, sniffling.
"No." Zayn shook his head violently, pulling the smaller boy to his chest and hugging him close. "No, it's not okay. I hit you, baby."
"I know," Niall whispered, pressing a kiss to the underside of Zayn's jaw. "But it's okay. I forgive you."
"I hit you."
"I know," Niall repeated, smiling sadly. "Even my dad does sometimes. But it's okay, Zayn, really."
"W-What?" Zayn stuttered, a sickning feeling settling in his stomach. "Y-Your dad hits you?" Niall nodded in shame, hiding his face into the crook of Zayn's neck. "Oh, my sweet Niall. Why would he ever hit you?"
"He never hits me hard," Niall lied, nuzzling deeper into his boyfriend. The raven haired lad's heart ached painfully as he recalled all the times Niall had blamed bruises on falling and crashing into tables. How could Zayn have been so oblivious? "Zayn? You should probably finish your paper. I'll make us some dinner, okay?"
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