jaan//ziam

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'How do I start?' Zayn hums, tapping his fingertips on the armrest of his chair unnervingly.

Those fingers have been to places on Liam's body that Liam hasn't dared explore himself.

Shaking that thought away, Liam splutters 'Just tell me quickly' and the Emir smirks, obviously enjoying this show of eagerness.

'I'm going through with this marriage, Liam'

. . . What?

Liam bites his lip, 'Sorry?'

'You heard me Liam. You're gonna marry me'

Liam frowns and furrows his eyebrows, 'Why?'

Zayn purses his lips and looks up thoughtfully, before glancing back at Liam, his smirk growing.

'Because, Liam' he starts tauntingly, like he's talking to a child, 'Your hand in marriage was a gift to me. And it's rude not to accept gifts'

He snorts and eyes Liam's tummy for a moment before looking away, 'Even if they're inconsiderate, unfaithful gifts'

Liam looks down, ashamed.

'That's—That's not,' Liam objects, licking his lips nervously, 'That's not why, I know it'

Zayn cocks his head to one side, raising his eyebrows.

'So not only had you cheated on me (the way he says "cheated"; spits it out like a bad taste makes Liam want to shrivel up into himself), but you don't even believe me anymore' he sneers.

Liam shakes his head in a no–that's–not–what–I–meant gesture.

'But' Zayn speaks up again, smiling unreadably, 'You're right. That's not the reason why'

'After all,' he continues, 'Even the people who gave you as a gift wouldn't care about respect, considering they've. . . ah disowned you?'

Liam hugs himself tighter and avoids Zayn's gaze like it's the plague.

So he knows too. He knows that even Liam's parents thought Liam was a bad person. Bad enough to disown.

'I want an heir to my throne. If I marry you, your child too will be mine. Sure, the baby you're carrying is not even related to me, but it'll work just fine' Zayn explains dismissively.

Liam looks up sharply, digging his fingers into his stomach—how the hell can you talk like that?!

'And do you not already have a wife you can fuck and impregnate?' Liam spits back, forgetting all manners for a second. 'The baby will be related to you as well then'

Zayn eyes Liam darkly, looking irritated now.

'Oh but Liam. You're like a readymade model' he explains and Liam gasps, humiliated.

'I don't even have to put in any effort!' Zayn exclaims further, 'Harry's done all the donkey work for me'

'HOW DARE YOU–' Liam stands up abruptly.

Zayn stays where he is, smirking and uncaring.

Lip quivering, Liam speaks again; calmer this time.
'Well I'm going to break this engagement'

Zayn's eyes darken.
'You can't'

Liam snorts and shakes his head, 'Why the fuck not?'

'Because you're my property' Zayn chuckles, 'You don't have any say in this'

Liam rushes forward, anger written all over his face—he's so ready to kick his smug ass–

'Stop' Zayn interrupts calmly, and Liam comes to a standstill, his brain immediately going “stupid Liam—why should you listen to him?!”

Zayn continues, 'Unless you want to be arrested for making violent advances on a member of the royal family'

Either bring up a baby in jail alone, or bring up a baby in a palace with a fucking twat.

Liam clenches his fists, 'You wouldn't dare' he spits, 'Y–You love me too much'

Silence.

Zayn chuckles darkly and stands up, steps forward so he's standing towering over Liam.

He stares into Liam's eyes and cups his cheeks, and leans in close enough that Liam can feel his breath over his lips.

Liam's heart is pounding in his chest and he feels suffocated in such a small space.

Up close, Liam can see the split in Zayn's eyebrow—result of tram lines they decided to mark each other with one day. Count every single one of his thick lashes. Admire the little freckle just next to his pupil, distorting that plethora of hazel and green colouring his irises.
His high cheekbones, across which the amber light falls and forms a natural highlight—a glow no pregnancy could ever give Liam.
His lips—so full, and pink; probably from Zayn biting them all the time.

Zayn smells different to what he did 3 months ago. His scent is much less spicy and cool— like menthol; more floral and soft, and in that moment, Liam cannot hate Gigi more.

Eyeing him lustfully, Zayn strokes Liam's lip with the tip of his thumb, pulling it downwards.

Liam breathes out shakily and looks up at Zayn through his eyelashes.

'You're wrong' Zayn whispers, digging his nails into Liam's skin

'I fucking detest you'

And with that he pulls back, disgusted, and storms past Liam and out of the room.

Leaving Liam to drop to his knees and let his dam of tears loose.

He hates me.

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Zayn hates Liam...

For the moment ;))

How was this chapter—i hope it was okay! I don't do argument scenes often so idk how this has come out. 😫

Also, this chapter and the last one  obviously covered a lot of stuff so just ask me if you have any doubts about anything. 😊

Also the gif in the media makes me wet bc lOok at ZAYN!1!1#!?!1! He about to pound that ass later for making daddy jealous— holy shittt😍