How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

Things Are Changing

(A/N- i got informed that i use too much italics. ill try to put minimum italics in this chapter. i think italics is good when pointing our sarcastic remarks and thoughts, but apparently theres too much of that in my story. im working on it, chill. also, 9K+ reads and only 8 comments, wow. Thanks guys. appreciate your thoughts so much! peace out. xx)

Louis' P.O.V

In the middle of Zayn's outburst, the door opened and all eyes, except for Zayn and Liams, flew over to see who was standing there. Zayn's father, has dropped in to say 'hello'. While Zayn was too busy harrassing Liam, Yaser Malik slowly walked up to us and looked over Niall, Harry, James and myself. I cowered away a little, but in my defence Yaser is a very intimidating man.

"Zayn."

Was all it took for Zayn to drop Liam's collar and stare at him, shocked and surprised. I wouldn't blame him, having a father with high expectations is hard.

"Dad." Zayn said, before clearing his throat. "What are you doing here?"

Yaser stepped forward, Liam quick to move seats. James stares at them, clearly unsure of what to do.

"Oh, I heard you were back from South Shields, thought I might pop in for a few moments."

"And that couldn't wait 'till we were home?"

"No."

"Why not."

"Watch that tone, young man."

"I'm not young." Zayn said. "I'm an adult. You can call me a man, but not a young one. Old man."

"Zayn.." Yaser started.

"Dad! I just got back! I'm tired and shitty and pissed off and I just want to sleep!" Zayn argued.

I was looking over at Zayn and his body language; slumped shoulders, fists clenched, heavy breathing. I always knew Zayn didn't have a great relationship with his father but I didn't know it was this bad.

"When did you learn piano." Yaser demanded, causing us all to flinch at his tone.

"I taught myself." Zayn replied. Wow, creds to this guy. OK, yeah I know I was a bitch reacting to the video but I didn't know he taught himself! I mean, I had a tutor, seeing as Mum wanted me to play piano. Apparently teaching yourself how to play piano takes a long time if you don't have a tutor, but I wouldn't know.

"Really." Yaser stated, obviously not believing his son.

"Yes, really. Can I go home now?" Zayn asked, rubbing his hands down his face.

"Uh, not yet Zayn. We still have things to discuss.." James added.

"Not now, James." Yaser said, pulling Zayn out the door with him. Zayn managed a quick wave before disappearing. James took this opportunity to speak up.

"Alright boys, what the hell is going on?" He said, sternly. When James gets strict, you know it's time to be serious.

"Liam was harassing me to do the dishes in my own hotel room." Niall spoke, breaking the silence.

"I wasn't 'harassing' you, I was making sure you were ready." Liam defended.

"Well, I was ready."

"No, you weren't."

"Boys! Stop!" James yelled. There was another silence, when I spoke.

"I'll tell you why I'm pissed off, alright? And it's not for a fucking pussy reason like yours." I only stopped when I heard Harry sigh. "Would you like to add something to this conversation, Mr. Styles?"