Three Way Relationship

84 - Say Something

Zayn‘s POV

Niall decided to drive, while I sat in the back, with Justin in my lap. Niall was nervous, mumbling how he didn't want to be pulled over.

I was currently debating on how I was supposed to earn Justin's forgiveness. I couldn't stand fighting, I couldn't take being angry with him over something stupid.

I was out of line, and karma is biting me on the ass.

Justin said he didn't want me demanding things anymore, and that he wanted to tell me what to do. Fine. If that's somehow earning his forgiveness, I'll do whatever he says, whenever.

I don't care if I have to be his slave and kiss his damn feet.

Niall and Justin are and forever will be the loves of my life. I can't keep letting the simplest things come between us. Jason can't ruin something we've had for years. 

"We made it, wow..." Niall stated, pulling up beside the hotel.

I smiled, leaning over and pecking his cheek.

I carried Justin out of the van while Niall locked it up. It was a bit cold, but we'd live.

Niall locked up the van, before joining me as I walked inside and towards the stairs. Ever since Jason's brother beat the shit out of me I the elevator, I haven't been so keen in getting in one.

Its a small fear, but I didn't really care.

Justin snuggled closer to me as he slept, gripping my shirt as I took each step with ease.

Niall held my elbow as we walked, trying to get some form of body heat to warm him up.

Its not as cold as Britain, but still bloody cold.

After climbing enough fleet of stairs, we reached our level. I told Niall to drop Jason's keys off tomorrow, so he could just come in and cuddle with Justin and I.

I was dying to cuddle Justin. Sure, I slept, but I didn't sleep well not being close to him.

The lights in the hotel were out, so I assumed everyone was asleep.

That is until I heard a smash from the kitchen.

I furrowed my brows, looking to Niall.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Hi..." Justin mumbled to me in his sleep, causing Niall to let out a chuckle. I rolled my eyes.

"What? It was funny..." Niall shrugged. I gently handed Niall, Justin, before walking towards the kitchen, grabbing the nearest thing for a safety weapon; which happened to be a lamp.

I raised it up, preparing to swing as I walked into the kitchen.

I switched the light on, quickly whacking whoever stood there.

"Fuck! Ow! Zayn!" Someone yelped.

I widened my eyes, dropping the lamp as Taylor glared at me, rubbing his sore head.

"Oops..."

Author's Note; I'm suffering writers block.

so that's why this chapter is so freaking short .-.

I'm so so so sorry

/.\

.. Blugh...

any ideas? lol.

I'm such a sucky author xD

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