chasing zayn || ziall || discontinued

chasing zayn || two

I almost felt whole again.

Almost.

"Next up on E! News, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik still on good terms? Niall Horan was seen leaving Malik's estate just yesterday." The reporter on the Tv announced.

All eyes were on me; Liam's, Harry's and Louis'.

"Why?" Liam asked.

"Because he's still—" I attempted to explain but was cut off.

"No, why'd you lie? Did you not read the email, Simon sent us?"

My eyebrows furrowed, "No, what email?".

"The one that states how we're advised to cease contact with him, until the heat of the situation dies."

The whole damn world is just eating this news up, so I doubt the "heat" will die anytime soon.

"That's a load." I scoff crossing my arms.

He's already gone from the band, now they basically want us to push him from our lives. Which it seems everyone has, but Harry—

"Harry!" I yelled, getting his attention, after he was staring off into space again, like he has been a lot lately.

"Yeah Ni?" He answered after a moment.

"What do you make of all this?"

"All of what?"

He's hopeless, I sigh, standing not wanting to talk anymore, I don't get why the we can't remain friends, the public will only make it seem like we're don't support him, like everything's not okay between us.

"Niall—" Liam stopped me, I turned halfway to face him, "we have an interview tomorrow."

I nodded, a tight lipped smile formed in my face. Liam's been so puppyish lately, following everything and every order management wanted him to, and constantly relaying them onto us. I love Liam, he's the older brother I never had.. Besides Greg, he just needs to learn to loosen up.

Right now I need less Daddy Payne and more sassy Payne, the Payne that sassed tabloids on Twitter last year.

It's funny I say that because he followed me to my room, while I sat on my bed, he stood with his back against my door.

A soft smile on his lips.

An unchanged frown on my lips.

A momentary silence as we stared at one another. When he realised my expression wasn't gonna change, he huffed and came around to the side of my bed laying down, stretching vertically. He patted the space next to him, insinuating that he wanted me to lie beside him, and reluctantly I did. I laid beside him, jokingly I put my head on his chest, and splayed a leg across his and an arm across his waist, only to have him chuckle.

"I need to apologise, I know I've been nagging lately, Being too serious about the orders—".

He knew all the right things to say. He truly is a pup.

"—But you know 'ya boy' gotta get his checks.". He says in an mocking American accent.

Way to ruin it Liam. I look him dead in the eye and shake my head In disappointment, detaching myself from  his side turning and facing the other direction.