Texting Love || ziam au✔️

44 || Begging for Forgivness

After receiving a brutal beating from Niall once arriving back at campus, things slowly worked out again for Zayn. With a swollen left eye, a broken nose as well as a few broken ribs, a busted lip and his lower groin still throbbing from the hard kick, he and the others could plan everything for the proposal. Even if it may not work out for Zayn, doesn't mean he wasn't going to give up on Liam. Tonight was finally the night where everything was going to happen. The lad was hella nervous, especially about the singing part. But he had to do it.

Even if Zayn's face was somehow bruised, he sure as hell still looked handsome in his all black tux he was wearing. His hair was slightly curled and tied back into a small topknot. His beard was freshly trimmed and his lips were glossy because of Louis' strawberry lipgloss. He didn't get why she put that on him but he just left it. Surprisingly, it tasted very well.

Zayn was on the roof on one of the biggest hotels ever in the city. Everything was decorated romantically and just plain beautiful. There was a table set with two plates, wine glasses and a nice warm dish of food. He was nervously fiddling with his tie, carefully chewing at his bottom lip. His head perked up once he heard the heavy door swing open and Louis' voice guiding a blind Liam towards the table.

Zayn's breath hitched when he laid his eyes on the younger girl, his lips curling into a wide smile as he looked her up and down. She was wearing a tight nude dress that exposed almost all of her back, her small but visible bump showing through the smooth fabric. Her dark hair was curled into a hot mess and her lips were coated in glossy shimmering lipstick which made them look even more plump. So, in other words, Liam looked breath taking.

"Now, before I take the blindfold off, promise me you won't run off?"

"Louis, what the fuck is going on?"

"Just promise me you won't leave Liam? Give it a chance, please."

"Ugh, fine, I promise."

Louis smiled at her best friend and glanced over at Zayn before slowly taking the blindfold off of the brunette, Liam shaking her head a little to get rid of her curly hair that was suddenly in the way. The American girl looked up and her whole body froze once she saw Zayn sit there, the dark haired lad quickly getting up on his feet.

And of course, being rather clumsy when he was nervous, he knocked his thigh against the counter of the table, hissing a little. "Shit." He cursed quietly and blushed when he felt both the girls eyes on him, clearing his throat.

"Louis, what the fuck is this?" He heard the brunette asked, a hint of anger lingering in her sweet voice. "Find out yourself, Payne." Louis replied to her and gave her a pat on the shoulder before quickly leaving, shutting the heavy doors with a loud slam and locking it for Liam not to escape.

"Louis!" The brunette stared at the door in disbelief, giving her a note to self that she was going to kill the feathery haired girl later. Her body tensed a little when Zayn suddenly spoke up behind her. "Liam... I–"

"Save it." Liam said bitterly and crossed her arms over her chest slowly, not bothering to turn around. "I have nothing to say to you."

"Then at least listen to me."

"If you think for one second that I'm going to waste my fucking time being stuck here on the roof with you, then you are wrong. I don't want to hear your fucking lame ass apology." The brunette spat bitterly and stomped towards the door, trying to open it. But it was useless.

"Open the fucking door Louis!" The girl banged her fist against the hard metal, twisting and pulling at the doorknob. "Not until you let him speak!" She heard her best friend yell back, a frustrated groan leaving Liam's lips.