Half A Heart // ziam

chapter seventeen

[ hey guys. sorry for the really long wait. there should be regular updates pretty soon. Like pretty soon. The thing is I have exams coming up soon and I have to start revising soon enough so even if I do have to update I wouldn't be able to. but I wil try and update as much as possible because I actually want to finish off all my current on going stories before the summer holidays. so yeah. ]

*Liam's POV*

Harry rushed past me, his hand grabbing hold off my arm as he pushed me in front of me just in time as Niall rushed into the room, a large frown plastered across his forehead; he froze and stomped his foot, pouting massively. 

"Harry!" He whined, "I want that back" 

Niall pointed to the remote that was in Harry's hand; his grip nice and firm on around the small thing. 

"No" Harry replied, he eyes playful yet serious. I groaned loudly, earning both of their attention instantly. 

"What's the problem?" I asked, as I stared between the two; focusing my stare at last on Harry knowing that he would be the one to explain. 

"Niall's too absorbed in the tv to pay attention to his boyfriend" 

"It's Ireland's match today!" Niall defended. I shook my head and then moved out of the way, giving Niall even time to snatch the remote out of Harry's hand who glared at the two of us. 

"I can't believe you are taking Ni's side in this" He grunted.

"If Ireland's really playing than you have no chance Harry. Your boyfriend, here, loves his country way too much" 

Harry rolled his eyes and went to brush past Niall and I but not before Niall grabbed his arm and pulled him in for a short kiss and exchanged a silent 'I love you' . I stopped myself from cooing outside and excused myself instead. 

Things were...okay now. Generally. Zayn and I were slowly healing our relationship; and it made everything so much easier for me, like everything seemed okay like now unlike before. I didn't feel so empty. I didn't have to dig around for air anymore - As cliche as it sounded - Zayn was my oxygen source, as long as he was close enough for me to reach out to, I was okay. 

Frankly speaking, I was more than okay. 

I stopped by the kitchen on my way upstairs, peeping in to find Louis's butt in the air as he searched through the fridge. "Leemo, stop staing at the ass please" Louis called out, before he stood up and turned around with a bright smirk. 

"How did you know it was me?"

"You are the only one in this house who walks normally and just burst through the doors" Louis pointed out with a small roll of his eyes. 

"Right, very observant, aren't you?" 

"Very, so you looking for someone?" Louis asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked up at me through his lashes. 

"Huh, yeah. Zayn actually. Seen him anywhere?"

"Roof" Louis answered with a smile. 

"Thanks" I pass him a short nod as I take a few steps back before turning around; as soon as I pushed the door to the roof open, I am engulfed by soft breeze which instantly makes me wish I had brought a jacket with me. But I couldn't be bothered to turn around now. Zayn was standing right in front of me and I could make out small puffs of smoke meaning that he was smoking. 

I debated on whether I should make my presence known or not; Zayn only came to the roof when he really needed to think. And I didn't know if I should be prying just yet. Just as I am about to turn back around and make my way back in - Zayn coughed and turned around, a small smile tugged at his lips. 

"Li? Why you going back in?" He asked, he seemingly almost leaned forward as if to grab my hand and stop me. I stepped back in and walked over to Zayn, shivering lightly as I did so. I was surprised to find Zayn's hand sneak up to mine and entwine our fingers gently together - a bright smile plastered up on his lips. 

And his eyes; they were a glowing hazel, twinkling at me. I wanted to capture them, never forget the amount of intensity in them or forget the adoration held in them. They looked gorgeous. And happy. He was happy. 

I held Zayn's hand tighter and to have him squeeze my hand back; I could feel my breath hitching as the pad of Zayn's thumb rubbed over my palm. The touch of his skin smooth yet rough. 

"This okay?" He breathed out as he gestured to our firmly joined hands. I let out a frantic nod - then looked away, blush crawling up my neck slowly. And the way Zayn's eyes watched me, really didn't help the heat circling through my cheeks. 

I cleared my throat once the cold air engulfed me again and turned to Zayn, who instantly replied by locking our eyes together, "You okay?"

"Yeah..." he breathed out, with a smile. "Never better actually."

"Oh, me too" I replied. 

[ thought I would end it here. so yeah...hope that wasn't so bad. sorry for any typos/errors. short update, I know ]

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