chasing zayn || ziall || discontinued

chasing zayn || 21

AN: answer __/\__ <- it's called Freytag's pyramid. Google it ;)

Aaaannd Happy New Year, thank you all for sticking with me through this story, all of your comments, votes and support are everything 💕

The writing in this chapter is kind of different imo, cause it has a bit more of a conversational narrative feel to it.

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"Just a little bit more." Zayn mumbles, chuckling.

"You know I can't you ass– cause my- shut up." I whisper with a groan, trying hard to stretch to get in to position. The pain from the events two days ago, was still lingering and it didn't help that those events repeated themselves last night and I tried to coerce him into being on the receiving end of those actions, but with a few kisses to the right places and I somehow ended up on the bottom yet again. But even with the slight anger and annoyance I couldn't help but revel in the high it all gave me. I don't normally get to dirty and talk about these kinds of things but fucking Zayn last night was not like fucking him two days ago, it was like a whole new person. Different positions, new modes of pleasure. Just thinking about it, it–

"I think he's in shock." Zayn yelled to his mom, before bringing his eyes back to me, "Niall- Ni- Babe."

"Yeah." I answer, blushing, cause of the things I was thinking.

"You did it. You can get up now."

I get up from the yoga mat. Ignoring some of the pain, I felt move throughout my abdomen.

"Thanks Trisha. I really feel— loosened up." I say, slightly clenching my teeth.

"That's great, that was the goal. I love yoga- it's the best stress reliever honestly, makes me feel like a new person. A fresh person. Makes me forget anything that was getting me down. Even if I was already in a good mood, it puts me in an impossibly better mood. Take my word for it Niall- if you ever feel- stressed- overwhelmed- anything negative, I recommend yoga."

"Noted. Thanks again Trisha-"

"Ah no- call me mom."

And I don't know exactly what it was, but hearing her say that caused me to freeze. A bubble formed in my throat and it was hard to swallow, hairs on my neck raised and my heart sunk.

"Okay." I said dryly.

"Ma." Zayn whined.

"What? I'm seeing this through, I hope you two are too. Like I said, you two remind me of me and your father." She smiled, grabbing her Mat and walking past us.

I was still tense, when Zayn finally suggested we get finished packing, but I followed behind him when he grabbed my hand. When we were in the room he let go and closed the door behind him. He didn't move from his spot by the door, he was leaned against it, his hand on the knob, holding him up. I could feel his eyes boring into my back and I tried to ignore it, I tried to continue on like nothing was different. Like I didn't freeze up at the thought of- marriage.

"Does it scare you that much?"

"What?" I said, trying to play it off- to downplay it.