Baby Steps (Z.M) Book One✔

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▪LONG CHAPTER▪

In that precise moment, my mind was set on Zayn who most likely went pail, draining all his 7 wonders. His silence spoke for him, making me go in complete shock and only hearing delicately in hopes of catching something that's off.

So far, Gigi was my only reason I wanted to hustle.

"For the love of God Gi" Zayn breathlessly sighed, "We've talked about this"

"What exactly?" She innocently spoke.

"Personal, Space".

Gigi gave a scoff and I felt my blood boil under my skin. She was acting so casually as if she had the right to invade my boyfriend's privacy in that abruptly way. It irritated me so badly, that I felt like yelling to a point I am practicality just blaspheming.

"I have seen every inch of your inked body, why on earth would you need privacy from me?"

She spoke so purposely, almost as if she knew he spoke with me. She made it look like she wanted me to hear and it only made my rage grow stronger. I was containing my fierce urge in telling her back but that would only make me look stupid. She wouldn't hear you moron.

"That wasn't necessary and you know exactly what I mean".

I heard some ruffle going on and some heavy footsteps on wood tiles followed by small fading creeks. I guessed Zayn must have rose to his feet and clutched the phone in his hand while maybe approaching Gigi? I wasn't quite sure, I just imagined this unpleasant scenario in my paranoid head.

"I heard you pretty upset back in kitchen. Is it a crime to come and check up on you?"

"Of course not. I'm sorry if I was too loud but at least you should have knocked before barging in that way".

"Sorry. I'm still sort of used to having that privilege, you know?"

Bull.

"Try getting into character. That ship sailed a long time ago". He had spoken so dryly and serious that I bet Gigi must have felt so butt hearted making me feel proud of his words.

"What's up with the attitude?" She asked incredulously.

"I always have an attitude" Zayn assured her with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah but this attitude isn't a turn on-" I imagined Gigi flash a teasing smirk after that obvious flirt. My skin ticked of irritation feeling like a very annoyed cat ready to attack, sticking its nails out, clawing the dirt. The only thing I was able to claw was my bed sheets which were tangled under my fisted hand, knuckles white and pail.

"That was pretty pathetic, Gi"

Ouch.

"Why are you treating me like this?" She asked him totally offended, but I don't blame her. I would be too, after failing miserably.

Zayn only took a deep breath, tiredness had spoken for him in matter of seconds making me wonder how badly he had worked these days.

"Listen, I don't have the time to discuss this issue"

Gigi chuckled incredulously, "Are you being serious?"

Her ascent suddenly sounded hard on her words, she spoke so offended that for a second I thought she was crying.

"Yes, I am"

"So that gives you the right to be so mean to me?"

"I'm asking you nicely as possible, to leave"