3 Rounds Reloaded//Ziam

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Another update? Uh whoa I must really like you guys..

I don't wanna go home
Don't wanna be alone, be alone
I've got some damn bad intentions
I've got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven't learned my lesson, woah oh
I've got some damn bad intentions
Niykee Heaton// Bad Intentions

Zayn's brain screamed at him to turn around. All of his senses warned him that this was a bad idea, yet his heart refused to listen. It really was a battle Zayn had to fight daily. He literally had no common sense so it was a constant fight of dominance between his head and his heart. The least rational side to him, his heart, usually won.

The dark haired boy couldn't will himself to put his car in park and get out. "Just turn the damm car off and walk up to the door. Easy." He snapped at himself, hitting his palms against the steering wheel in pure frustration. Some couple with a young baby walked past Zayn and shot him a concerned look, wondering why this man was in a car talking to himself. Of course the Bradford boy gave them an equally as sarcastic smile, waving at the couple who seemed to walk faster.

"Zayn Javaad Malik, you are going to get out of this car and go claim what's yours." He spoke confidentially, his voice shy of shaking or cracking. The former model groaned, gripping onto the steering wheel in frustration. "Fine, just go in there and talk to him. You don't have to claim anything..just talk." Finally Zayn's brain and heart were both content. They would simply talk to Liam. The lean model shut the door to his black 2015 Maserati GranTurismo. The car was beautiful and sleek but most of all it was fast and Zayn wanted fast. He jogged up to the front door, noting that the mini van Danielle and Liam drove was gone.

Zayn scoffed at the fact that Liam drove a mini van. Once a big bad wrestler, now a soccer mom. He shook his head, pressing the door bell and stepping back, his hands over his head. Suddenly Zayn's heart started to race. What if Danielle opened the door? What would she say? He didn't think that over and the mere thought of having to face her sent him into a panic. The boy turned around and began to walk away. His voice stopped Zayn cold.

"Zayn?"

The ex model spun around, his teeth sunken down into his bottom lip as the corners of his lips pulled up into a smirk.

"Ah Liam, where's Miss.Perfect and Liam Jr.?" Zayn asked referring to Danielle and Arabella. Liam's puppy dog eyes were narrowed ever so slightly as he kept his gaze locked on Zayn. The former boxer looked Zayn up and down, confused as to why he was on his door step.

"At a dance convention in the city. What do you want?" Liam asked a bit annoyed with the sudden appearance. Zayn grinned even wider, his pearly white teeth showing.

"Perfect." He murmured, pushing past Liam and walking into the house. The dark haired boy walked through the living room, inspecting everything. Same with the kitchen, basement and then the upstairs level. Liam followed him the whole time, choking on his words. Finally when Zayn was taking the tour of the master bedroom Liam spoke up.

"Why are you here, Zayn?" he asked, his voice firm and assertive.

"Why am I upstairs? Just looking at what our life should have been." Zayn murmured, picking up a picture frame of Danielle and Liam. He chuckled and set it down, rolling his eyes.

"You know that's not what I meant..why are you here in my house? What do you want from me?" Liam was starting to get annoyed, his glare deep as his eyes met Zayn's. The Bradford boy simply shrugged, walking down the stairs and finally plopping himself down on a couch.

"I have a preposition..Liam." He practically purred the boy's name, nibbling at his bottom lip as he watched Liam's expression turn slightly curious.