Web Of Lies - Season 2 Episode 27 - Oh Dear, Here We Go Again
Niall's P.O.V.:
We just sit in silence for what seems like an eternity. Just staring blankly at each other, Zayn's shoulders raising and falling slightly as he breathes, his fist clenched and his eyes on me, unmoving. I try to break the tension by cracking as much of a smile as I can muster.
"Well Jesus Z." I say, trying to keep my voice light and casual. "What's the big deal about having dinner with your dad?"
Zayn's stare drops and he moves away from me, stepping over to his nightstand and shuffling through the contents of the drawer.
My smile drops. "Going to dinner with your dad is a big deal... isn't it?" Zayn remains silent so I quietly step towards him. "Zayn, what's going on?"
"Just let it go." He mutters.
I shake my head. "No. I want to know what's going on."
Suddenly, I'm being slammed into the wall located about a foot behind me. My wrists are pinned under Zayn's squeezing grip and his face is so close I can feel the hot and angry breath escaping his nostrils fan across my face. "You just can't let anything go can you!?" He shouts at me, making me shrink further into the wall.
"What the fuck Zayn!?" I snap back at him. "I didn't fucking do anything!"
"You won't leave it alone! All I want is for you to leave the damned thing alone!"
"Why can't you just tell me the big fucking deal!?"
"God you're just so-" Zayn's jaw tightens as he glares down at me before his lips are being pressed harshly to mine. I don't hesitate in responding, my lips pressing back against his, teeth clashing in some unspoken battle for- well, I'm not really sure what for. But god, do we battle.
When Zayn finally pulls off I'm gasping for air and my jaw is slack, sore slightly from trying to keep up. Zayn rests his forehead against my shoulder, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breath. His grip on my wrists loosens enough that I could wriggle free if I wanted to. But I stay put because every single inch of my boyfriend's body is screaming one thing: he's hurt.
"This is really serious, isn't it?" I ask softly. Suddenly and harshly, Zayn pushes away from me, his eyes hard and his body rigid. "Get out." He spits.
"Wh-what?" I sputter, thoroughly shocked.
"Get out!" Zayn snaps. "Leave! Just go!" There's a waver in Zayn's voice and his guard drops just for a second when he says. "I don't want you here." But then, as quickly as those brown eyes softened, they were again hard. So I did as he requested. Without a word, without a noise or even a pitying glance, I left.
Harry's P.O.V.:
People underestimate the amount of stress a movie day with your lover can take off of you. When Louis first suggested an afternoon of cuddling and movies I looked at him like he was from Mars. Between both our works and my school and dreaming of wedding cakes we haven't really had a lot of relaxation time. But after reciting an obviously scripted but well put together list of reasons why we should do this, I couldn't disappoint. And that's how I found myself lying on the couch, Louis's back to my chest, pretending to watch some cheesy Kung-Fu movie while I admire the sharpness of Louis's jaw bone and the extent of his eyelashes.
Our peaceful afternoon in is suddenly interrupted by the banging open of our front door and a very red-faced Irishman storming into our apartment. "Louis Tomlinson your best friend is IMPOSSIBLE!"
I groan and nuzzle my nose into Louis's hair. "Remind me again why we gave them all keys?" Louis chuckles and swats me before sitting up and pausing the movie. We both rise to our feet and follow Niall to where he disappeared in the kitchen.
"Nialler, why are you in our refrigerator?" I ask, wrapping an arm around Louis's waist and pulling him into my side.
"I eat when I'm upset, alright!?" Niall snaps, pulling out a jar of Nutella and pulling out a spoon.
"What did he do?" Louis asked with a bored tone, as if his best friend's boyfriends burst into his house all the time and rant about his negligence. Which come to think about it is quite possible. Niall glares as he violently scoops spoonfuls of the chocolaty paste into his mouth. "He won't fucking give! He's a stubborn arsehole who won't budge even slightly on anything!"
I blink a few times before saying. "Well yeah, he's Zayn."
"You have fought with him before Ni." Louis points out.
Niall huffs. "But there's a difference between bickering with your friend and fighting with your boyfriend!"
"What did you two fight about?" Louis implores. Niall rolls his eyes. "His dad, of all things!"
I hear Louis inhale sharply and our eyes meet. Worry is scribbled all over Lou's face, as I'm sure it is mine.
Oh dear, here we go.
Author's Note:
Hey guys. I didn't get to post last week because YouTube was being a butt. But my new plan is to post something every Tuesday.
Question:
1-What the hell do you think is going on with Zayn's dad?
-Gracie