chasing zayn || ziall || discontinued

chasing zayn || five

AN: Finally! An Update! And loads of "sugar honey ice tea" (use the first letter of each word) has happened since I last updated, Zayn's birthday was four days ago, Happy Belated Birthday Zaddy, David Bowie And Alan Rickman died, I binged on Harry Potter, and listened to David Bowie while crying in Dutch, and I'm American. The writing in this chapter may or not be horrible cause I was still crying in Spanish.

BUT LO AND BEHOLD AN UPDATE!

Enjoy.

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Everything was going fine.

By the exchanges in two voices, I could tell something was going wrong.

"You know you can't be here, especially not now!" A voice I can tell belongs to Liam exerts in a whisper.

"I couldn't very well leave him in the state he was before I arrived, cause it certainly doesn't look like you were doing anything about it." Another voice, I know  belongs to Zayn, his tone matching Liam's.

"You being here, only makes it easier for him to miss you when you leave. Again." Liam fires.

Zayn scoffs.

I should get up, or at least let them know I'm awake, before it turns into something it shouldn't.

Liam is still being incessant about telling Zayn off, and Zayn who I could see- from discreetly peeking over the blankets- was struggling with trying not full on yell at Liam.

Zayn huffs, collecting himself, "I just wanted to make sure he was okay."

"You're the reason he's not okay!"

At this point I sit up, "I called him, jeez!"

I now have both of their attention.

Zayn shakes his head at me, "No he didn't."

"Yeah I did."

Liam sighs, he took on a whole different tone than the one he used with Zayn, it Was calmer, "Ni, you know—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I should be keeping my distance." I recite, the very words I've heard quite a bit lately, words I was getting tired of hearing quite frankly.

"Liam you can't honestly think that this distance thing is necessary!"

Liam is silent momentarily before speaking again, he doesn't look at either of us when he speaks, he just looks down, "Either way, we have a meeting with Management at Twelve. You should start getting ready." Without another word or response, he leaves, sparing a little glance at Zayn, before closing my door, Zayn rolls his eyes.

"Who pissed in his honey bunches?" Zayn queries, laughing lightly.

I shake my head, Liam's confusing, one second he's there for me, comforting me, then the next second he's strict and serious. Maybe at some point I could talk to him or maybe he'll open up.

"Wonder what they want?" Zayn says, I know he's referring to management.

"I don't know. Maybe wanna talk about ManU's game the other day." I say, sarcasm clear in my voice.