Tainted Redemption

Chapter forty-two

Song for the chapter: Zayn - Drunk

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Zayn had to get some work done, luckily not the whole day, I knew I'd feel lonely and asking to go out on my own would definitely put Zayn in a sour mood again, I was certain. Instead I had called Tim to hang out.

Tim whistled, "He's filthy rich," he said flabbergasted, looking at me then, his face has a boyish expression on his face, "Dude, is that a game room and you never told me? Are you kidding me?!" He gasped, stopping his tracks, as we had been silently walking through the hall, peeking at the opened door, he's reminding me of a child.

"You're the second person to be impressed," I lightly mock, though I knew this mansion was very luxurious, he scoffed, lowering his brows, "Can you blame anyone? I'd kıll someone for this house...well, not literally, but you know what I mean." he back pedals, I snort.

Since he's gazing at me pleadingly, "Go ahead, let your inner child out. What is mine is yours, my friend." I encouraged, he cheered and gets inside the room, I followed him with a smile ob my face.

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After many hours of playing video games, eating fast food, Zayn came inside at exact afternoon as he had promised.

He looks tired be grants me a small smile at the sight of me eating and whining at Tim that he's cheating on every game. He still is holding on the crutches, supporting his weight on them.

I ignored Tim since he's in his winner mode, meaning he's singing his heart out with those childish 'In your face.' words.

Striding to Zayn, I hug him, then ask if he wants to eat. He gave me a brief peck on my forehead and nods silently, his eyes jumping back and forth between mine.

"We'll be back." I inform Tim softly, he waved me off.

Once we're in the kitchen, Zayn's on me.

I let him kiss me, smiling when he mumbles that he won't let me escape anywhere.

"We already been through this... When there's guests over, you keep your hands to yourself." I taught him like he was a kid, he noticed the condescending tone and moved away, "Pretty baby, don't get mad." I softly said, he flops down the high stool, pouting to himself. "Zayn." I said whilst shaking my head amusingly, venturing to him swiftly.

Once I'm beside him, I turn him to me, sitting on his lap without asking. He wordlessly covered my waist with his hand, the other on my thigh, brushing his thumb over my bare skin. I was wearing a wide cream colored dress that went to my knees, it had some strings that I had to knot to keep the dress in place.

"There's some chicken Marsala I made..." It's his favorite, "You said you were hungry." I tell him, touching his hair tenderly.

"I'm not hungry for that anymore." he muttered lowly, "Actually, I'm hungry for something else." he smirked, nuzzling to my hand that was brushing on his hair.

"That is?" I mused.

"You." he teased. I always fall for this, glowering playfully, but he tugs me closer, kissing my cheek, I shy away, "I wanna eat you up and-"

"Eww, enough, lad. And that's the shıt bambs falls for?" Louis' loud voice exclaimed, bursting our bubble, the rest of the boys were there too, laughing and teasing Zayn. I was smiling and chuckling. Squealing that Louis came, Asad too, I walk to hug Louis, while Zayn seems very annoyed, giving Liam a bro-hug.

"Who the fūck invited you lot here?" Zayn suddenly asked, looking at the crowded room.

"I did." Tim said, not feeling any remorse. "I wanted to surprise Liv since she loves surprises-"