Tainted Redemption

Chapter fifty-eight

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Olivia's POV

Our lovely reconciliation didn't last for long. It was too good to be this easy.

The second we were back in the penthouse, he doesn't talk to me.

And for a pregnant woman that thrives off of her man's attention this was a hard slap against my pride and feelings. How can he become so insensible? I feel used. When I should know that Zayn is mad, but still loves me, yet it hurt.

I don't know what he wants. I mean I did want us to solve everything by conversing, so... This is just confusing.

"Zayn, pass me the bag of chips." I purposely said, wanting him to look at me.

Liam stared at me after that because he was talking to Zayn. His gaze alternates between us until Zayn finally picks the bag close to him on the coffee table and slides it to me, before engaging into conversation again.

Would it kilł him to stare at me and let go of his grudge?

That stung pretty bad as I angrily devour the chips.

I hate myself for being so clingy. The only good thing about this whole trip was that I wasn't thinking about depressing thoughts anymore. I had other issues.

Louis has the nerves to stifle his laugh, "You've got it bad."

"Shut up, sassy." I muttered back. "This is all your fault." I accused.

He sobers from his mocking laughter, "How?" He's genuinely confused.

"You didn't tell me on time so I could prepare myself."

"That still doesn't explain how I'm the one causing trouble in paradise?" He mused sassily.

Rolling my eyes, he's right but it was easier to blame someone else so I disregard him, then went to bring something to drink with me after I invaded the fridge and stuffed all the chocolate I could find in my mouth.

I've brought refreshments for the boys as well, I even sit next to Zayn when I put his beverage on the table.

Niall and Harry weren't here for whatever reason, it's just Lou and Liam now.

And shockingly Asad wasn't here either, he came by for a few minutes and had asked to feel my bump while telling me some jokes, and when the baby wiggled he said that my boy was going to love Asad once he's there since he noticed talent. Zayn told him off. Typical.

Zayn's head is facing Liam and the Tv, so I want to hold his tattooed hand at least.

I miss him when he's right next to me, when it was not even a full hour that I've been in his arms.

Unwittingly my hand ran up his arm then to his neck, before pushing through his hair as he stilled.

Once I get enough courage to grab his hand, he swiftly pulled back.

Slamming the plastic bottle I had on my other hand down the table, I stood up.

I've had enough. I need time alone to reflect and be sad by myself, maybe even speak to my unborn son. I'm sure he misses my voice, he likes to kick the most when I speak to him.

But I saw Zayn follow me and grip my wrist, preventing me as ever when I'm done with this bullshît. I pivot to him and he didn't expect that when he almost collided with me.