Web Of Lies - Season 2 Episode 28 - Not Telling You
Author's Note:
I just realized I was supposed to post yesterday. I swear I'll get better at this.
Niall's P.O.V.:
I can see it on their faces, by the look in their eyes. They know something I don't.
"Niall," Louis says softly. "I've been best mates with Zayn since middle school. And if you're gonna date him there are three things you never talk about." I nervous smirk appears on his lips. "Number one: sixth grade. Braces, glasses, it was a very awkward stage for him. Number two: the time he ran out of hair yell and went two days with a huge cow lick." He pauses before saying, "Number three... his dad. It's off limits."
I groan loudly. "Why!? That's all I want to know is why the hell not!?"
Harry places his hand gently on my shoulder. "That isn't our story to tell, Ni."
I whip around to look at Harry. "Even YOU know?" I shout. Harry bites his lip and I can feel the hot tears stinging at my eyes. I'm really sick of everyone knowing about my boyfriend's life except me."
There's a waver in my voice and I'm barely keeping back these goddamn tears but I manage to walk out of there with my dignity; or at least as much of it as I can have after freaking out over my boyfriend's past with his dad.
Maybe I'm being silly about this. Maybe it really doesn't matter why Zayn won't talk about his dad. Maybe I should just leave it alone. But maybe it will tear me apart until I figure it out.
Zayn's P.O.V.:
About an hour after Niall left my flat my telephone rang and I listened to Louis rant at me for a half hour about "what the fuck have you done?" and "just tell him" and "for fuck's sake Zayn, you can't push EVERYONE away". Ending with me inquiring if he was done yet and when he replied that he thought so I promptly hung up. I then turned off my phone because I don't want to deal with it right now. I don't need grief from Louis about how secrets ruin relationships because who is he to talk? And I don't want Niall to call because I'm not talking to him right now. All I want is food that will go straight to my hips and a really bad horror movie. And sleep. Sleep would be wonderful.
I really shouldn't be surprised when there's a knock on my flat the next day and a blonde haired brat is standing outside my door.
"I've decided to be the bigger person about this." Niall informs me as he steps through the door.
"Oh, you have?" I ask, masking my amusement with a bored tone.
"Yes." Niall says. "Whatever happened between you and your dad is between you two. I won't ask about it anymore."
I raise my eyebrows suspiciously. "You won't?"
"Nope." Niall says, folding his hands together and swaying on the balls of his feet slightly.
I roll my eyes and turn to go into the kitchen. "I'm still not telling you Niall."
I hear a groan and shuffling feet following me. "But why noooot?!" Niall whines.
I pull two beers out of the refrigerator and straighten. "Because. It's not something I want to talk about."
I offer a beer to him and silently beg for him to let the subject go. I guess Niall can see that because he sighs and takes a beer. "Okay." He says. "I'll respect that."
I smiles slightly pushing down the lump in my throat and ignoring the coil in my stomach and pecks his lips. "Thank you." I mutter before brushing past him, waiting for his smaller frame to follow.
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