Through The Dark - Ziam/Niam

Chapter Seven

Niall's POV:

'Papa Payne's on cookin' duty tonight' Liam said happily, as he made his way round my kitchen, grabbing all the ingredients for tacos. 

'Lovely' I said, plastering a fake smile on my face and watching my boyfriend sub-consciously flex his muscles while moving. 

Liam turned round, and clocked my fake smile, and frowned, spilling oil into a pan. 'What's up Niall?' he asked me. I shrugged.

'I'm sad about Zayn. He's cut up about... us, I think' I said uncomfortably. Liam looked thoughtful for a few moments.

'Promise... promise not to tell anyone this, okay?' Liam said slowly. I nodded. 'Well... um, Zayn is gay, Niall.'

I bit my lip, but really I was shocked. Zayn... gay? I just thought he was bi... he had never had a  boyfriend before, and the only weird thing I had noticed was him checking out Liam everyday... oh shit!

'Liam, Zayn really likes you. Like really likes you. He's only telling you he's gay, which is the truth, but I mean he wants you to notice him. He hopes you'll go for him' I felt like I was going to cry. I wanted Liam to myself. Liam froze, then stirred some mince, pondering deeply. I waited for his reply, trying to read his blank expression.

'No. Zayn... wouldn't do that. At least I don't think he would. He was straddling me when I woke up this morning' Liam grimaced. I felt sick.

'You're kidding me!' I cried, jumping up from my couch and walking over to Liam, kissing his face and neck, desperately trying to convince myself he was mine. But he was... well, the way he was kissing me like this confirmed it.

Liam broke off me, and giggled. 'No, I'm not' he grinned, wrapping his arms round my waist and pulling our pelvis's together. I growled seductively, and nibbled on his earlobe. Liam pushed me back, grinning widely. 'Noooo, the mince will burn, and that's a bad waste of Papa Payne's good butcher from Albert Street'

I laughed, and stirred the mince for him as he set out the taco shells across an oven tray. 'Zayn isn't that bad. I'll invite him and boys round tonight coz we can't eat all this on our own' Liam said sternly. I whined.

'Nooooo, I can eat a buttered horse if I want to' I simpered. Liam froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

'That's disgusting Niall' Liam laughed, giving my quiff a flick. 'I'll call the lads now'

'I want you all to myself thouuuugh' I moaned, stroking his neck and giving his butt the tiniest squeeze. Liam slapped away my hand, blushing.

'You can't, we only got back together today!' he laughed, calling Harry, trying to ignore me kissing his cheeks. 'Hi Harry... yeah, can you get Zayn and Louis round please? Thanks... yep, it's tacos! Okay, see you'

He hung up, and shoved me off, grinning, screaming like a girl. 'Tacos for dinner, Niall. Not Liam, okaaaay?'

I thought about it for a moment. 'Okaaaay' I said slowly. Liam chuckled softly.

'Sooooo, spill the beans' Harry grinned mischeviously half an hour later as we all sat around my table in our dining room. Me and Liam shared confused glances. 'Duhhh, the sex' Harry said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

'Shut up Harry, we haven't got to that yet' Liam chuckled. 'Anyway, it's none of your business'

'Butttt, it will happen, right?' Louis asked, smirking like a child having just won a game. I sighed, and looked over at Liam. The whole world disappeared around us.

'Yeah. I think so' Liam said quietly. Louis and Harry both jumped up from their chairs, making 'WHOAAAAAAAOOOO' noises, high fiving and then fake kissing, imitating us. I threw a fork at them both, and they broke away from each other, looking scandalised. But I was actually angry.

Why couldn't they just leave me and Liam to be? And Zayn must be in tortue right now. I looked over at him, but I could barely see his face. He was hunched over his phone, the light glaring in his eyes, his tears swimming in his chocolate eyes. I tosses him some sour scream for his untouched tacos. He winced, and rubbed his head irritably where the cream had hit him (SHUT UP YOU DIRTY MINDED PEOPLE!).

'What was that for?' he snapped. I shrugged, feeling an imaginary spot light hit me when Zayn stared at me so viciously. 

'Eat. You'll get thin' I said innocently. Zayn sighed, put down his phone, and put a bit of lettuce inbetween his teeth.

'Done' he spat, resuming to staring at his phone, being the stubborn guy he is.

There were a few minutes stiff (SHUT UUUUUP SICK MINDED PEOPLE!) silence, everyone avoiding each others gaze, until Louis got up from the table, and helped himself to more taco filling.

'Anyone for more?' he asked happily. There were mumbles of rejection, but me, being me, jumped up and helped myself to more. Louis stopped me before I went back to the table with a full plate, looking concerned. 'D'you know what's up with Zayn?'

I bit my lip, and shook my head. 'No' I lied. Louis sighed, and sat back down. 

The evening didn't go much smoother. Only Louis and Harry ever interuppted the silence, as they always do, and they ended up having a pillow fight (Right you sick minded people this is getting tiresome...) they were that hyper. 

 I sighed, as I cleared up tea, as Harry and Louis left my home. Liam and Zayn were talking in the dining room... I guess this was my mess though, and I didn't really mind. But Zayn had been a dick. If he was just here to piss us all off and ignore our attempts to feed him, why was he here?

I sighed again, put away the dishes, and walked into the dining room. 

On the dining table, Zayn was seated, his head craned up to the ceiling as Liam kissed his neck lovingly, stroking his hair with his long, slender fingers, making Zayn moan out continuously.

I felt like I was going to puke for the second time this evening.