On-Screen Lovers || Ziall Horlik [MPREG]

Chapter 21 || • This Isn't Happening •

Lilo or nah? Is there anything you wanna see in this story? I mean, to happen or to be added to the plot? 

And, fudge, I'm going to just switch from angel or baby. Because sometimes angel sounds like a girl's name and yah.

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It was inevitable not to feel awkward when you throw up in the middle of a lunch with your boyfriend's mother. He felt ashamed because Zayn's mom especially prepared it for them and he just threw up. Fortunately, Zayn's mom understands though he couldn't understand why his body was being like this. He's prone to headache with the type of livelihood he has and they don't usually take any longer than a day because all he needs to be cured from it was a good sleep.

Right after he finished the cake, Zayn asked if he would like a tour around their house. Tricia agreed and complimented Zayn's idea. Niall accepted, arranging the utensils he used to eat neatly. He was going to stood up and bring them to the sink when Tricia halted him, saying that he doesn't need to do it because he's a guest and he urged him to go with Zayn so they could engage on the touring. Niall replied with an okay and thank you while Tricia just smiled.

Zayn took Niall's hand as they go to the back door that leads through their backyard. They walked around hand-in-hand as Zayn gave a short description about the corners and places of their house. They started from the outside then going inside when Zayn asked, "Would you like to see my room?"

Although it was an innocent question, Niall couldn't help but to feel flustered because Zayn was seriously asking him the question. "Should I give you a few minutes to clean up things I shouldn't see?" He teased, looking at his watch as if trying to count how many minutes should he offer.

"Ha and people say you look innocent, Don't worry I've already did it beforehand." Zayn jokingly smirked, taking Niall's hand again.

"Oh really?" Was all Niall could reply then giving Zayn a playful smack on his arm. And dayum, his boyfriend sure has fine biceps, yes his.

Zayn only tugged Niall closer by his waist before twisting the knob to his door, then kicking it open thus revealing his room.

It definitely took after the house's style, modern styled. The room's walls was painted dark brown and the tiles were white, white medium sized bed is placed on the center and beside it was a white bed side table with white lamp while a navy blue rectangular rug is placed aligned and front of the bed. There's also a flat-screen tv positioned against the wall and just a few inches away from the rug. On the far corner, just a few distance away was a shelf composed of books, cd's, dvd's and etc. A glass door on the side with navy blue curtains. Simple yet so elegant. (At the side/top)

"Just like you." Niall huffed, his eyes wandering around the room.

"Come on." Zayn practically pulled Niall inside since the blonde boy won't step inside, just scanning the room while standing on the doorway.

Zayn had to close the door thus taking his hand away from Niall leaving the boy standing on the middle of the room. When he got back, Niall was still standing. "Baby, you can sit on the bed you know. No need to stand there or wait for me. Treat this as if it's your home."

Niall smiled and mumbled a 'sorry' before hesitantly taking a seat on the bed. Zayn shook his head with a smile forming on his lips as he followed Niall, sitting beside him. "Anything you wanna do?"

"Nothing specific." Niall slightly pouted his lips and raised his hands gesturing for nothing. "What do you usually do when you're at home?" He asked Zayn, looking at his face waiting for an answer.