The Secret door (Ziam Royal AU)

CHAPTER 21

Anyone there? Sorry for the wait, I don't mean to make you guys wait.
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Liam's POV:

We continue to stare for another one minute before I breathe out, trying to believe what I just heard but fail.

"What?" I blink "But...."

Wilbur seems pissed off at my mum instead "You and your stupid theory"

"Wilbur" I breathe out "Does it seriously mean what you imply it means?"

"Why would I lie to you about this?" He questions me back "I have no reason"

"You have seen Zayn wearing Praka before" Louis says slowly "Yet you didn't connect the dots"

"First of all, I didn't know Liam was alive back then" Wilbur says "Second of all, all the possessions of Maarah, except one, was destroyed in the fire, or taken by Devine. I thought Praka was destroyed too, as Maura didn't make it out alive. At least according to me. I didn't recall it until now that Zayn had it on."

"Does this mean they are married?" Niall points out the big elephant in the room and I gulp.

"No" I shake my head, turning every head towards me "I didn't even know who Zayn was when I gave him that. It doesn't count as a marriage"

I can feel Zayn burning holes into side of my face for few seconds. Though our hands remain close enough to touch, we are not holding hands anymore. And he completely pulls away at my comment. And turns away from me.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Its Zayn, the only person I have ever had feelings for, the only person I want my future with. But I'm not ready for a marriage right now, I'm barely settling in who I am. A marriage......a husband is too much for me to handle.

Too much responsibilities, too much expectations from people. I have enough attention on me being mysterious chosen one that no one had seen, and I don't want this is to add on the list.

"It doesn't matter who you are when it comes to this" Wilbur says and I look at him ridiculously "Your mother has a stupid theory and she passed it on to you. But the real reason behind is, Praka bonds the souls together. And the souls are to be bound forever. Just souls, not persons with names and identity. So it doesn't matter if you didn't know who Zayn actually was. You didn't fall for his false name or identity. You fell for who is, right?"

I hate it that he is right. I hate that I'm put in an awkward position to be the one not to be okay with this. I'm barely coping up with chosen one thing, I'm not ready to act as an husband.

"I wouldn't have given him that if I knew this" I nothing but blurt out and I feel Zayn snap his head to look at me. And I wince.

"That came out completely wrong" I grimace "That's not what I meant-"

I turn to him desperately, but he is up from his seat the next second. And excuses himself out, ignoring my calls.

I feel like crying, despite the audience. And I feel so mad at my mum for not telling me this.

"Liam..." Harry calls softly and I realise my eyes are wet. I need to get away, to get away somewhere alone where I can cry freely. But these walls bound me back and I'm apparently too important to roam out alone.

I want to go to that tree where I nothing but cried all the time. I took Zayn once there, when I was unaware who he was. This is not the future I was hoping for both of us when I feared his family not accepting me.

I struggle to control myself, control my tears of frustration. But I don't think I succeed from the wetness I feel on my cheeks. I stand up without a word and turn, desperate for some alone time.