Three Way Relationship

87 - And When It Gets Better, Things Always Seem To Fall

Zayn's POV

Justin slept in my arms, only in his boxers, as was I, as we laid in the bed after almost fifty minutes in the shower.

Niall went out with Louis, Harry, Liam, Taylor and Jake to some alcoholic event in the city.

I smiled as Justin lightly snored, drooling a little. His face was buried in my chest, his body half on mine and his right leg draped over my legs.

Just as I was about to close my own eyes, my phone began ringing. I let out an annoyed groan, using my left hand to grab it from the side table.

"Hello?" I answered, trying not to spit in pure anger at whoever it was was interrupting this peaceful moment.

"Hello, Zayn. Its your father." The other end replied, voice dull.

I felt my heart quicken, widening my eyes. I hadn't heard from my parents in over a year, and now my Dad's calling?

"D-Dad?" I stuttered, baffled as to why my Dad would even be calling, considering he hates me...

"Yes, Yaser, your dad." He sighed, "I've called because there's a family issue, and you're still a Malik, despite the stupid lifestyle you have going." He muttered.

"I uh, um, what's the issue?" I asked, quieting my voice. I didn't want Justin waking up.

"Its your mum, Tricia... she's not looking too good, Zayn." Dad sighed, "She's in intensive care."

I sat up fast, ignoring the fact Justin flipped off of me, with an 'oomf'.

"Wh-What?"

My Mum was very healthy, something must've happened.

"She's dying, son." Dad sighed, his voice cracking, "And I want you to come home, be here for her...."

Jason's POV

I gently stroked Zeke's cheek, his eyes never leaving mine as we laid beside each other, hidden under the blankets of the hotel bed.

He smiled slightly, his fingers playing with my other hand.

His cheek bones were almost sticking out due to his eating disorder, but he looked great, nonetheless.

"You're beautiful." I whispered.

He rolled his eyes, "That makes me feel so manly." He stated sarcastically, a small grin on his lips.

"Its true, though. You do look amazing." I smiled.

Zeke shrugged, sighing.

I leant forward, giving him a small kiss, before pulling back.

"I'm not even gay." He pouted.

"Why are you so worried about being gay?" I smirked, moving my hands and pulling his smaller body closer to mine.

"I... I don't know... it would make Andy right." Zeke looked away from me, biting his bottom lip.

I sighed, "About what?"

"He'd spit remarks at us, say things and call us names. He called me a worthless faggot... a pig, and that I'm a cock slut." Zeke frowned, "I don't even like dicks."

"Zeke, he's the cock slut. And you're gay, or bi, just so you know. If you weren't, you would've ran as soon as I attempted to touch you." I smiled, "Its okay to enjoy being with a guy, just enjoy what you have with me, yeah?"

"What about when I go back to Britain... is that where this ends?" He asked, meeting my gaze.

I shook my head, "No, I like you too much. We'll work something out. Don't you worry." I kissed his forehead.