The Unspoken Words [*Zianourry*]

Niall is a young boy being mistreated by his dad, finally he decides to run out. He is found by the Mayne family. They are to worried to leave him alone, so he ends up going home with him.Taking care of Niall stirs something up but will it help him?


My friend, Juila, wrote the info for me because she's awesome like that! Okay, I got this idea off many Zianourry fan fics I can't remember what fanfics xD. I know "Niam Family" off Wattpad. Liam and Zayn, parents. Harry, 13. Louis, 8. Niall, only 6. Liam is Papa. Zayn is daddy. Notice how its daddy nothing else ;)
And I have slow updates sorry. I live with my dad and he doesn't have internet :\ I try to come to my mom's a lot.

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1. Chapter One

Niall is laying on his bed, locked in his room. Niall was starving, not being able to eat in three days. He was weak. He could barley stand. Niall wore ripped clothes, he had holes in his shirt, holes in his shorts, he had no shoes. You could see the bruises through the holes of his clothes.

"Niall!" He heard his dad yell.

For some reason his father always had him call him Dad, never daddy. One time he had called him daddy by mistake and he was punched dead straight in the face. He hasn't gone to school because of his father. So he didn't know much words, only learned some from his dad. The door swung open with a loud bang as the door hit the wall. He stood up off his bed looking down at the ground.

"Why aren't the dishes done?!" His dad yelled.

"I was-" Niall was cut off with his dad smacking him.

"You're such a waste of space you shit! You're the reason your mum died! You killed your mum and you can't even be grateful you survied! You. Are. Shit!"  He punched him in this gut as hard as he could.

"You're worthless! Not thankful! Rats are better than you!" He punched him one more time then kicked his side and walked out, leaving a bleeding six year old Niall on the floor.

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Zayn was woken by his alarm. Liam groaned and turned his side to look at his husband.

"Hello, love." Zayn said and kissed his cheek.

He got out of bed and went to their bathroom. Liam walked out of bed in his pajama pants and tank top to wake up his two sons. He went to his oldest, Harry's room. He opened the door and saw his 13 year old son tangled in his covers. He smiled and walked over to him.

"Haz," Liam shook his arm.

"Hazza time to get up for school."

"No school is evil." Harry turned his head to look at his Papa.

Liam smiled and made Harry sit up.

"If I come back in here and you're not awake I'm letting Daddy wake you up." Liam said walking towards the door.

This made Harry jump out of bed. When Zayn woke him up, he would dump water all over him. Liam went to his youngest room, Louis. Louis was a bit easier. He liked school even though at first he was a bit shy. Liam walked in and saw the covers on the floor and his 8 year old spread out all over his bed snoring slightly. He walked over to him and did the same thing with Harry. 

"Lou, it's time to get up."

Louis' eyes opened slowly then looked at Liam before giving him a kiss on the cheek like he does on every morning. Liam smiled and returned the kiss. He walked out as he saw Louis moving from his bed. When he reached his room to get changed for work, his husband had fallen asleep again. He smiled and went into the bathroom to take a shower. 

~

Niall woke up hours later, laying on the floor. He coughed and stood up. He left the door open. He left the door open! Niall thought happily. He peeked through the door looking back and up the hallway. He stepped out of his bedroom, which felt like ages ago! He leaned against the wall to keep balance. As he reached the living room, he could hear the TV and his 'dad' snoring. He walked over to the door and tried to open it, to find it was locked and to unlock it is above the doorknob. He pouted and looked around. There was a chair pushed up next to the wall, next to a window. The window was open! For a six year old, he was small for his age, in height and size. He pretty much looked like a four year old. He climbed up the chair and looked out the window to see how far down it was. He would land in blushes. That's good. He started to climb out the window and he fell head first into the bushes, but landed not injured. He started to run down the cracked sidewalk, not sure where he is going but didn't care. His little feet started to hurt as he ran. About 15 minutes later he was tired. Can you blame him? He hasn't ate in four days and was just beat up by his father. He ended up finding a bench at a park that no one was at. He laid down and fell asleep.

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