Three Way Relationship

85 - We All Fight At Times

Zayn's POV

After apologizing to Taylor, and getting Liam to help deal with the forming bruise on his forehead, I was heading to bed.

Niall was already asleep with Justin tucked in beside him. I sighed, climbing in beside Justin and slipping under the covers. There was going to be a lot to talk about tomorrow, I knew that.

Fighting with him can't be an option, I just had to suck up, and deal with how I was in the wrong. Because I suppose I was in the wrong.

I felt myself slowly fall into that of dream land, imagining the fantasy world where everything is perfect.

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"Stupid, fucking stupid." A voice muttered beside me, the sound of a game playing in the background.

I licked my lips, moving around to get comfortable, my eyes glued shut being tired still.

"Bloody shit asshole!" Justin's voice spat, clearly annoyed.

"What?" Niall groaned, obviously moving around.

"This stupid game, its too hard." Justin whined.

The bed shifted, I then felt something leaning on my arm as I tried to move again.

"What is it?" Niall mumbled.

"Flappy Birds, you have to tap the screen to keep the bird from falling, and if it touches a pipe, you die, it can't touch anything." Justin sighed.

I opened my eyes, turning my head to look at Justin. He was sitting up, leaning against the headboard with Niall beside him.

I noticed Justin holding my phone, glaring at the screen as he tapped away at it.

"I GOT FIVE!" Justin suddenly yelled.

"Let me have a shot?" Niall asked.

"No, its too hard." Justin whined.

"Its just a game...." I mumbled out groggily.

"Just a game!?" Justin spat at me. I raised a brow. "You play it!" He threw the phone at me, pursing his lips.

I sighed, sitting up, "I haven't got time for games, Justin... we need to talk..."

"I'll talk as soon as you beat my high score." Justin crossed his arms. I rolled my eyes, staring at the game that looked like some spin off from Mario Bros.

His high score was ten. I scoffed.

"Easy." I muttered, starting the game with a tap at the screen. The bird instantly fell, hitting the ground. "The fuck..." I muttered.

"Ha! You can't play for shit!" Justin poked my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, attempting it again. This time I managed to keep going, until the stupid bird hit a pipe.

"This is utter crap!" I groaned, playing it again.

"Why you try and fail to beat my high score, I'm going to go eat breakfast, come on Ni." Justin jumped off the bed, dragging Niall with him.

Fine, I'll beat his score... somehow.

Niall's POV

Justin and I sat at the table, stuffing our mouths with pancakes, courtesy of Jake, Taylor, Liam and Harry's cooking.

The table was full of food like Bacon, pancakes, scrambled eggs on toast and much more. They apparently worked all morning on this.

Everyone was stoked about eating it. The only person missing out was Zayn... which I should really go see if he's gonna come eat instead of playing that game.

I went to get up, but Justin pulled me back down.

"I'll save him a plate." Justin mumbled, eating more.

"But he's missing out on eating with everyone." I stated. Justin simply shrugged. I frowned, "Justin, I know you's are fighting, but don't exclude him."

"I'm not, I said I was going to save him a plate." Justin sighed, looking at me, "When I take it to him, I'm gonna talk to him. Okay? I'll fix it, and there will be no more fighting." He smiled, kissing my cheek.

I smiled back, "Good."

"Can we have an hour alone though? I love you and all, but I have to do something with him." Justin licked his lips.

I smiled, "As long as you both stop fighting, I'm okay with it. I'll watch a movie with someone, or something... and drop Jason's keys off."

"Keys? To what?" Justin asked, confused.

"His car, don't worry about it. Save him a plate." I shrugged it off. Justin nodded, licking his lips.

Author's Note;

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