Blue Styles || Ziall Fiction.

Blue Styles || Chapter Eight.

A/n: I'm very sorry for the long long long wait, but here it is! Please enjoy. :) x

Blue Styles || Chapter Eight; The Start of a Masterpiece.

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Zayn’s POV

This is it. After waiting for three months or so, we’ll finally get married. Me and Blue are still in a state of misunderstanding. Finally, their money will be mine soon. Did I mention that Taylor’s an owner of a music company? Yeah, she is, that’s why she has a lot of money. Her mother and father are also filthy rich; they own a land somewhere in Tennessee.

I stood up, heading to Blue’s room. I opened the door without knocking and let myself in. He jumped a bit and blushed when he felt my presence in the room because he was just wearing brief boxers. A smirk creep out its way to my lips as my tongue rolled its way to my bottom lip, giving him a lustful look.

I closed the door, locking it slowly. I stood by the door, leaning my back on it, my hands in my pockets, one of my feet leaning on the door.

He blushed deeper and wrapped a blanket to himself, covering his half naked self before saying, “What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing here?” He whisper-yelled.

“Don’t curse my Angel, calm down. I’m just here to visit my precious little son.” I shrugged, stepping closer to him as he took a step back with every step I took.

“I’m. Not. Your. Son.” He stated. I smirked, earning a glare from him.

“Oh yes, you are. I will be your father soon, my Angel. Today is the day of our marriage, the day that you’ll be my son. How great is that?” I laughed, pissing him off.

I continued stepping closer to him but obnoxiously stopped by a slapping sound with a stinging pain in my cheek, my face was forcedly turned to my side. I brought my attention to him, touching the cheek where he had slapped me. I rubbed my cheek as his pissed off feature turned to a scared and fragile one.

I continued walking closer to him again, him, taking a step back with every step I took. As soon as his back hit the wall, I grabbed the both of his hands, pinning him on the wall. He struggled to make out of his way from my grip but I’m stronger than him.

I smiled in triumphant, pressing our chest together, his breath hitting my mouth. “Listen here Blue Styles. You. Are. Mine.” I whispered closely to his lips. “Do you get that?” I asked softly but he didn’t reply. “DO YOU FUCKING GET THAT?!” I yelled. He nodded vigorously and I could feel he was near to cry.

I let go of him, as he sat on the floor nonchalantly, crying softly. I didn’t dare to look down because I know that it will just break my heart into tiny little pieces. I just want him to be mine, is that too much to ask for? Maybe that is. I need him but how could he not understand?

“You weren’t the guy I met so many weeks before. You are a monster, I hate you.” My heartbeat skipped, my heart ached, my breath hitched, my tears rolled and I myself flinched. I turned to the door, heading out and slamming it shut.

I am a monster and he hates me.

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“You look so handsome sweetie.” My mum said, earning a response from my sisters which is ‘Yeah!’. I smiled, hugging them. I pulled back, sitting in a chair. I’m so devastated; I just hope Taylor, Blue and other guests won’t notice.

A sighed left my lips as I bury my hands in my face in frustration, I should be happy by now, provided that Blue will finally be mine and not to mention, their money. But why am I so sad? What’s gotten into me? What’s wrong with me? I don’t understand this feeling, I’m so confused.