The Royals [ Zustin Mieber]

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

we won't ever read about Justin's job. Maybe we will. I don't know. We will only read about Justin whom is not at work. Raising his son and someone else.

Anyway onward with this chapter.

It's only been a couple of minutes since Zayn arrived at the Palace and his dad was already waiting for him with a scowl on his not-so-wrinkly face. He read about his son's Parisian escape and let's just say Zayn is in for an ass chewing from his father.

Zayn saw his father all the way across the yard; standing in the back door with his hand folded across his chest. He inwardly gulped and hopped off the chopper and left Richard and Taylor to converse about the latest football/soccer game.

He walked towards his father and kicked a rock along with him; at least he won't be the only one getting his father's wrath. He stood in front of his father with his hands behind his back. He cast his eyes towards his feet which he found really interesting right this moment.

"Why the hell decide to fly to Paris. I could vaguely remember you telling me 'Dad I promise I won't fly out of the country when I have a problem' so why did you go ?" Thomas asked calmly

He's way to calm for this to go by good. "Dad I just really needed to clear my head, I promise I didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

"Oh really ? Because I could've swear I heard your voice on the video that Styles and Veronica was watching." And Thomas pulled out his phone to show recent pictures of Zayn. "and it sure sounded like 'I'm here to party'"

Zayn watched the pictures of him in a loose fitted v-neck and black skin tight jeans and smirked at how good looking he was in the pictures. If it was legal to marry your reflection he would do it. "I didn't say that."

Thomas looked at his son with a very uninterested face. "No but I did summarize it and it surely sounded like that." He snapped. "You are seriously how the public sees you 'a stain on the monarchy.'" Thomas snapped, by now all the guards whom were outside heard Thomas' confrontation with his son and their eyes widen in surprise at how blunt his words were.

"At least I'm living my life in front of the public eye and have no need to runaway to have a happy life. No need to change my aura or whatnot." Zayn turned on his heels and stalked into the castle with his father not so far behind.

"You will not speak to me this way, I am your father." Thomas reached forward and pulled Zayn by his shoulders.

Zayn flinched away from his father's touch and stood a good distance from him "It sounds like you're just trying to convince yourself."

"W-what ?" Thomas stuttered and by now they had an entire audience consisting of the royal family.

"Yeah, I saw the DNA results on your desk, if you wanted to keep that a secret you would have at least be subtle about it and not leave it out in the open."Zayn breathing got haggard as he was trying to control his anger, no need to go to the military for nine months again.

There were soft gasps of surprise from the guards mainly because they don't want to get fired for listening to the king's private conversation. "Um... Zayn I can explain that."

"Well go on and explain please." Zayn stood still waiting for an explanation.

"Well I don't know how to put it son but it doesn't look like how your imagination summed it up."

Thomas scratched at the back of his head and looked at Zayn warily.

"I don't have time for this." Zayn gave his father a side glance and walked into the hallway and towards the garden balcony. He pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket and lit up one of them.