Half A Heart // ziam

chapter nine

[ I was going to update this tomorrow but I then I knew I wouldn't be able to after Teen Wolf. 'Letharia Vulpina' is probably going to overwhelm me a hell lot so yeah...here's your update, guys. ]

*Liam's POV*

"So he is engaged?" Marcus asked, as he ran a hand down my arm. I half shrugged, half nodded- not able to decide with gesture suited the situation the most at the moment. I tried not to think about them but my mind had memorized the thin band that was wrapped around Perrie's finger and the smile that Zayn offered her every time he laid his eyes on her. 

My stomach turned unpleasantly at that and my eyes clutched close with the thought of them still floating around the depth of my mind. 

"I don't think he is happy" Marcus said out of the blue, his hand now curling around my sculp with his finger pulling at the strands. 

"What do you mean?" 

Any one would think we were more than mates- with how close we were. If anyone were to walk in right now, they would be certain on the fact that we are a couple. But Marcus was just a friend, he was like a brother. 

I found it easy to talk to him, like he understood each thought, each feeling that was within me. However, while I was an open book to him he was the right opposite for me. Even when I first met him, when it my first day of work and I had bumped into him, I couldn't tell what was going to through his head. 

Like, was he going to call me an idiot or was he going to just apologise? All he did was nod and then walk past me.

He was still that complicated book to me. 

"Li, babe are you even listening?" Marcus pulled at my hair , a tiny smirk playing at his lips. I rolled my eyes and moved closer to him, shifting my head to get a little more comfortable. 

"Why don't you think Zayn is happy?" I asked. 

"The way he looks at you. It's like he can't wait to hold you- they desire in his eyes. Fuck, the other night, I thought he might even kill me for going near you" He chuckled, using his spare hand to flick my nose. 

I glared at him but most of my attention was circling around his words. What desire in his eyes?

"Zayn doesn't want anything to do with me" And neither did I. But I did- still wanted Zayn to hold that glint of affection in his eyes for me. Just for me.  

"What tells you that?" Marcus asked with a light chuckle. 

However, before I could even reply, there was a knock at the door. Louis. He has nothing better to do than get bored and then annoy the shit out of people. 

"Come in!" I yelled through. Marcus still had a hair running through my hair, his tiny, slim finger messing up my hair. I have my head resting against Marcus' lap, engulfed in his warmth. 

"Oh, shit" Marcus murmured, pushing me out of his lap.

Before I could question his actions, a loud cough caught my attention and wait, that definitely wasn't Louis coughing- his coughs were loud and rather annoying but this one was smooth and short. Zayn.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were busy" He said, gesturing towards Marcus. Something flickered in his eyes but it was so quick that I couldn't decide what it was. Marcus pushed me out of bed which earned him a sharp glare from me. 

"I wasn't busy... we were just talking" I said. Marcus brushed me, his left foot half kicking me. What was wrong with him?

"Sorry Li, I just remembered I had something important to attend" Marcus yelled as he went out of the door. I rolled my eyes at him before turning to Zayn who was staring at the wall ahead with a huge frown smeared across his face. Just what was he thinking about?

I took a step closer to Zayn, hoping to get his attention but he was completely absorbed by his thoughts. 

"Ze- Zayn?" No nicknames. I couldn't call him 'Zee' anymore, that was only Perrie. She was his, only she could call him that. 

"What? Oh - sorry" He said, I nodded telling him it was alright. I don't know why I wasn't dying to scream at him, tell him to go away. In the past few days, I had felt nothing but anger towards Zayn and it was a right surprise that I wasn't yelling at him in that moment. 

"Did you want anything?" I asked.

I looked up just to look down instantly, with blush crawling steadily crawling up my neck because of the heavy amount of intensity clouding Zayn's eyes. It's been a while seen anyone's looked at me that way- since Zayn's looked at me that way.

And I couldn't decide whether I liked it or not. 

"Do you like him?" Zayn asked. I frowned at him, confused. "Marcus, I mean"

"What? No, course not" I would have laughed if it was anyone else asking me that. But it was Zayn; Zayn with his intimidating stare and his pleading eyes and I didn't find any humour in that. 

"Good" Zayn whispered before he turned and walked away, leaving me even more confused that before. 

[ hope that was okay. it was a bit of a filler chapter so yeah. ]

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p.s if any of you watch Teen Wolf, feel free to PM me. We can totally cry together over possesed!Stiles. 

ily guys. x