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

27. Separation

Zayn's POV

"Babe, I'm so sorry, but come on you haven't talked to me for three days. How many times do I have to tell you how sorry I am. I am incredibly sorry Zayn, please!" I heard Liam yelling outside the door of my flat.

Yeah. I haven't talked to him since we came back from his mum's and he was so busy with that Andy kid he forgot about me. I hadn't eaten dinner or breakfast there. He just didn't even realize it. So I got up turned on the TV, hoping for Liam to leave soon.

A couple minutes later, I heard him stop knocking and speaking. I looked toward the door and wondered if he left. I got up and walked to the door slowly. I looked out the peep hole and didn't see him standing outside. I carefully put my hand of the door handle and turned it quietly. I opened the door and Liam fell on my feet.

"Zayn!" He shouted and got up.

Of course he was sitting down. I should have known. I looked at him and trying to shut the door on him, but he held it open with his hand.

"Please Zayn," he said with his pleading eyes.

I looked at him with a blank expression , but he kept playing those pleading, sorry eyes. I sighed and stepped aside to let him in. I looked at the ground waiting for him to come inside and shut the door. And suddenly, I was pushed. My back hit the wall and Liam's body pressed up against mine as he kissed me. A coupe seconds later, I pushed him away gently and looked at him.

"I love you Zayn, and I'm really sorry," he said.

"Yeah. It's whatever Liam," I mumbled as I went to couch and sat down.

"No, it's not. I've been a complete jerk. An inconsiderate jerk. I shouldn't have ignored you. No, I didn't ignore. I forgot about you, and I know how horrible that sounds. I was just so caught up in seeing someone I hadn't seen in so long. I know it's not an excuse, but I am really sorry Zayn. You have no idea how much it's killing me. You know I didn't mean it. You know I love you. I love you so much," he said kneeling down in from of me and resting his arm on my thighs as he held my hands.

"I know Liam. I'm over it," I said.

"Then why have you been ignoring me for the past three days?"

I shrugged.

"Zayn...," he said liking at me for a moment, "Please tell me. Please! You never tell me what going on in you head and that's why we always end up fighting. So please talk to me, because I know you're not just over it or whatever."

"I am. I said I am. Just leave it alone!" I snapped.

"Okay...sorry...." He mumbled letting go of my hands and getting up.

I sighed and grabbed his hand as I pulled him onto my lap. He looked at me awkwardly and I kissed him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't meant to snap. I'm fine, and I was just tired of you thinking I wasn't, but I am. And I love you," I said looking into his eyes.

"I'm sorry Zayn," he said once more.

"It's okay Liam," I smiled, "So are you all packed for the tour?"

He smiled and nodded, "Yes! I'm so excited Zaynie. We're going to see the world. It's going to be incredible. And you'll be there with me! It's going to be the best thing ever!"

I smiled and kissed him once more.

"It's crazy because every time I walk through London there's always a group of girls that come up to me and they know me. They know us and it's just crazy!" Liam smiled.