Knight in A Dark Red Suit || Ziam [EDITING IN PROGRESS]

I Still Love You

Knight in A Dark Red Suit || Ziam

Chapter 18| I Still Love You

"Do you know if your dad will be joining us?"

Zayn stood up placing the meatloaf on the counter. For a moment he thought at the thought of his father coming for dinner. He didn't want his father to come only to make a huge ruckus.

He then shook his head. "No, I'm pretty sure he's got other plans."

Liam hummed softly to himself glancing over the bar. "You didn't really talk to me about your dad ever since I came back," he said more to himself.

Zayn's movements slowed as he peeled the skin off of the potatoes. It wasn't until he realized that he was going to ask about his dad that only worried him.

He leaned against the bar now his concerned gaze locking on to the back of Zayn's head at the island. He wasn't telling him something.

"Is there something I'm missing?"

He shook his head lightly. "No. No, trust me you know everything. It's just..." he paused unable to find the right words. "...you remember what uh, happened before the abuse?"

He gave a curt nod. He spoke softly, "Yeah...Zayn, did he–?"

"No!" He screeched. "No, he didn't. I just, he was...he was going to. But I ran out of the house. It's just that...the thought–ah!"

He dropped the knife from his hand clutching his finger on its cut. Liam darted over, reaching from behind to take his hand in his own. He brought his hand to the side of the sink.

He reached into one of the many drawers before pulling out a small first aid kit. He took the bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured some against the cut. He hissed lightly.

Liam then draped a bandage around his finger. It wasn't until he took both his hands into his own. That caught his boyfriend's attention as he looked up at him now.

"You did the right thing. And though I know you won't believe me. Someday, I will prove to you that you are a better man than your father. And when I do, I will do everything in my power to help you see that."

The only thing he could lend his boyfriend was the smallest kindest smile he could give. It wasn't until Liam pulled him against him lightly placing his lips against his boyfriend's.

Liam brought his hands to his neck lightly pulling him closer. Zayn gripped the back of his neck suddenly with his other pulling on his tie. He slid his tongue into the kiss effortlessly.

Liam leaned forward pushing him into the counter, his one hand darted up to land against the cupboard. Zayn laughed lightly before pressing another kiss to his lips.

Liam pulled back as he now pressed his forehead against his. "Come on, let's not finish something we both know we can't finish. Especially when you have to meet the others tonight."

Zayn grumbled softly, "Fine. Though the more you keep kissing me I don't think I will be able to hold back any further."

Liam smirked using his hand on the cupboard to reach behind him and grip his hair lightly. He proceeded to lightly rub his nose against his lovingly.

"Good," he smiled. "I want you feisty when the moment comes."

He placed one more kiss against his lips before he drew away to take the knife in his hand.

"That and I'll cut up the potatoes."

"But I–,"

"You can start by getting our drinks."