Web Of Lies - Season 2 Episode 30 - Mr. Malik
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Niall’s P.O.V.:
Why did I ever agree to this?
When I accepted Zayn’s invite to have dinner with him and his dad, I didn’t realize how massively important this was going to be. I didn’t realize I would have to wear a suit. I didn’t realize that Zayn had never, not once, introduce his dad to someone. I didn’t realize how shaken Zayn was going to be about finally introducing someone to his father.
I didn’t realize I’d actually have to meet his fucking FATHER. How do I look this man in the eye, knowing what he did to Zayn? An innocent kid.
I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from screaming in frustration. I’ll have to behave myself tonight. If I blow up and humiliate Zayn, he may never forgive me.
“Ni, stop staring in the mirror; you look fine!” Liam says, plopping himself down on my bed. I run a hand through my quaffed hair once more and tug at my blazer.
“You think so?” I inquire. “I don’t look too…” I study my reflection, taking in the trousers that are quite tight around my arse and the form fitting jacket the hugs my wait and abs. “…gay?”
Liam raises an eyebrow. “Hun, you’re going to meet your boyfriend’s father. It’s okay to look gay.”
“But Zayn’s just introducing me as a friend. I don’t want to give anything away.”
The doorbell rings and I probably jump two feet in the air.
“You look wonderful, Nialler.” Liam rises and smacks my bum. “Now go answer the door.”
I bite my lip and head for the living room but stop when I get to my bedroom door. I turn around and try to slip back into my room. “I can’t do this.”
Then I’m being pushed out of my bedroom and towards the front door. “Yes you can. Now go.”
“No! I can’t!” I whisper as we near the door. “I’m not ready for this. I’m going to be so shaken up that I spill water in his lap, then I’m going to sneeze on his food and say something stupid and he’s going to hate me and I’m going to have a panic attack and die!”
Liam opens the front door and shoves me forward, sending me crashing into Zayn’s chest.
“He’s a wreck. Good luck.” Liam says before shutting the door behind me.
I blush and look bashfully up at Zayn. The damn flirt smirks back at me with one eyebrow raised. “Nervous?” He asks.
I bite my lip and nod. He steps back and kisses my cheek, taking my hand as we walk down the hall. “You’ll be fine love. It doesn’t matter if he likes you or not. I like you, okay?”
“I know.” I mumble as we step into the elevator. “I just really want him to like me.”
Zayn chuckles and ruffles my hair, evoking a glare on my part. “Oi, oi, I spent a lot of time getting my hair to look right.”
Zayn bites his lips then leans forward so his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Well you look hot. And tonight I’m going to rip you out of that damned suit and shag you in your tie.”
I swallow and shove at him. “I’m holding you to that promise Zayn Malik.”
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Zayn and I get to the restaurant exactly two minutes before our reservations at 7:30. We enter through the front door and damn, this restaurant is fancy. They have fucking Valet!
The hostess informs us that Mr. Malik is already waiting at our table. Zayn bites his lip and I give his hand a quick squeeze of encouragement. A woman whose name tag reads Carla leads us back through the restaurant to a table in the back, set for three where a man who strikingly resembles Zayn raises from his seat to great us.
Zayn’s father is just barely taller than Zayn is, making him a couple inches taller than me. He has a clean shave and neatly styled black hair that has grey peeking out at the front. He’s wearing an obviously custom made suit and a grey tie. But his eyes don’t have the same gold flecks that Zayn’s does.
“Dad.” Zayn says, curling his lips back into a dazzling smile.
“Zayn.” His father greets, shaking his hand. He turns to me and smiles. “And who do we have here.”
His smile. It’s different than Zayn’s too.
“This is Niall,” Zayn introduces. “My good friend.”
I smile and shake his hand “It’s nice to meet you sir.” Zayn’s father looks me up and down and his lips part slightly.
“He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”
My eyes widen.
I told Liam this suit made me look gay!
-Gracie