You Don't Love Me || Ziam (TEMPORARY HOLD)

24. Uh-Oh

Liam's POV

"Zayn?" I shouted throughout the house because I was too lazy to actually look for him.

"Yeah babe?" He said coming up to me after a minute or so.

"I'm heading home. What about you?" I asked.

"Uhhhh. I think I'm going to st- to go. I brought my car so you don't need to drop me off," I said.

"Okay, well after you." I said gesturing to the door.

I really didn't trust him. And I know that he's trying, but he just almost told me he wanted to stay. He would have finished it the way he wanted if I had given him that look. And god knows what could have happened if he stayed!

I know I should trust him more because he's my boyfriend, but I can't. I want to. I really want to. I hate being the clingy boyfriend. I've always hated that, but I can't help myself now. I mean can you really trust someone after they've cheated on you? After they've loved someone else while saying they love you? I don't know .

I followed Zayn's car to his flat. He didn't know I was going to come because he gave a confused look when I popped out of the car.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going home and it's late and you don't do spending the nights with your boyfriend so...?" He asked kind of harshly.

"Why? Were you expecting someone or planning on seeing someone?" I asked.

"What? No. Liam! No, I wasn't expecting anyone, not even you. So I was surprised to see you here," he said.

I nodded it off and we both went upstairs to his flat. He too his shoes off and went straight to the kitchen, while I took my shoes off and sat down on the couch. He grabbed two beers and gave one to me.

"What was that about Liam?" He said sitting next to me.

"Nothing," I shrugged it off.

"So do you wanna go visit your parents this weekend? You said we'd stay the whole weekend right?" He asked.

"If you want to go. I'm not going to force you or anything," I said.

"I want to Liam," he said kissing my cheek.

I smiled and drank my beer. We sat and takes for hours about random things. We didn't fight and it was amazing. I wanted it to be like this, like the old us.

Zayn needed to change his clothes so we went to his room. I laid down on the bed waiting for him to get ready for bed, staring at the ceiling remembering when we used to live in this flat together. The layout and everything is still the same, the only thing is that I don't live here. He even has pictures of us all over. I never had out any pictures anywhere originally, but he's added cute little things to make it more 'home-y'. He has pictures of his family and mine too which is cute that he went through the effort of finding my family photos to put on the wall.

Zayn came out a while later while I was dozing off to sleep and laid down next to me. He cuddled me into him and I smiled as he wrapped the blanket around me and him. He played with my hair and hummed some random songs.

"I should go," I said, but not moving a muscle.

I didn't want to go. I love what we were doing, the way we were. I was so comfortable and happy. I kissed his chest and he kept playing with my hair.

"You remember the first time I told you I love you?" He said.

I smiled and nodded. It wasn't a cute a little story where he set up a date or anything like that. He would try to tell me when he dropped me off anywhere or at school, but he would always chicken out. And then we were having sex and he said pookie and we both laughed so hard at the random word that was said during sex and he kind of just blurted out 'I love you' after that.