Blue Styles || Ziall Fiction.

Blue Styles || Chapter Fifteen.

A/n: Hi! So uhmm, it has been almost three weeks since I wrote the 14th chapter and I’m really really sorry. There’s been a lot of happening in my life so I decided on stopping this story before. BUT, I am here now and please enjoy this chapter. One thing, I didn’t get so much comments and I guess it mocked me so there wasn’t really a good reason to write anymore. BUT I am so sorry, as I’ve said, I am here now.

Blue Styles || Chapter Fifteen; Revenge!

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Third Person’s POV

The next morning, the sound of birds, chirping outside the window was the reason why Blue and Ross woke up in a beautiful dream. They snuggled close to each other, seeming to hold on their dear life as the cold air of the morning hit their bare chests.  Their eyes were staring intently to each other, feeling the happiness like never before. An adorable smile made its way on Ross’ face, thinking about being with the most gorgeous blue-eyed boy in the world. He’s contented in his life, being with Blue, just snuggling close to each other, not caring about what might happen next or what will others say to the both of them, it’s like the two of them is the only that matters.

They both started to lean in and as their lips touch, Blue’s phone rang in his pocket, breaking the kiss. Blue gave Ross an apologetic smile, Ross nodding in understanding, as he answered his phone.

“Hello?” Blue answered in his morning voice. It was kind of manly, for he just woke up.

“Where. Are. You.” Another voice filled his ears on the other line and he already knew who it was. It was firm and terrifying at the same time, and that familiar voice belongs only to one person. Zayn.

“At Ross’. Why?” He tried to act like Zayn’s voice doesn’t scare the hell out of him but all in honesty he can feel his knees getting weaker as time passes. He glanced at Ross for a moment who was putting his shirt on.

“Go home, we have to discuss something urgent.” Zayn said before hanging up, not giving Blue a single chance to talk. Blue rolled his eyes, before tossing his phone to the bed.  He put his shirt on before he noticed that Ross had gone downstairs. After he got dressed fully, he put his phone in his pocket and going downstairs.

“Hey Mr.Prince, I have to go now. See you in school tomorrow?” He stood on his tip toes, kissing Ross in the lips.

“But you haven’t had breakfast, you’ll get sick.”  Ross ruffled his hair, giving him a worried look as he smiled reassuringly.

“I’ll just eat at mine’s. Just give a ride, yeah?”

“Sure.”

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“Bye princess, See you at school tomorrow.” Ross kissed Blue’s lips one last time, smiling widely before leaving.

Blue smiled dreamily, thinking how ridiculous it was to be called princess. As soon as Ross’ car disappeared in his sight, he let himself in his flat. He sprinted into the living room but was knocked onto the floor as his head hit a hard thing. He looked up, scratching his forehead and was met by an angry Zayn.

“Why were you with him?” Zayn’s voice was firm – it always was – but this time, it was cold.

“Simple. Because we’re done and Ross and I are together again.” Blue stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even if it hurts Blue to be without Zayn, he’s done with him and all of the crap.

As Zayn was about to take a hold of Blue’s arm, Blue took a step back and flinched. “Touch me again and I’ll spill everything to my mum.” He threatened, giving him a cocky smirk.

Zayn’s face harden, clenching his fists in anger. “Fine then, but I’ll make your life extremely miserable. Good luck Angel.” Zayn stated over his sickly sweet voice. He walked right past Blue, bumping his shoulder to him, leaving Blue nervous as hell.

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A/n: Give me some feedback, it’ll help me to update more. This isn’t edited by the way and is extremely short. Sorry babies.