three types of love || ziam au✔️

f o u r t e e n || a thanksgiving surprise

Four days later
November 22nd, 2018
Thursday morning
9.35 A.M.
Malik/Batman Loft

Breakfast was cooking in the kitchen whilst everyone else was still asleep. It was thanksgiving, Zayn had woken up early to start with the turkey since it took longer than everything else, the bird getting shoved into the oven before it was getting baked. After closing it and setting the timer, he immediately started with breakfast, already being half way through enough for everyone who was staying at the mansion.

He was swiftly moving around the kitchen and setting the table, humming a song. He didn't realize a presence being there until he turned around and faced Liam. He stopped mid way, just staring at the lad.

His expression, and definitely his mood, changed. It turned cold, the hurt once again being written on his face. As the brunet opened his mouth to say something, Zayn had already went back to finish the table for everyone. His head was bowed, making him avoid any sort of eye contact with the other bloke.

Liam sighed at that. "You have to talk to me some time." He spoke up, leaning against the doorframe and watching him. He let his eyes suddenly scan his appearance, realizing that the dark haired beauty was wearing nothing but a oversized shirt and some cuddly wool socks. The ones that Liam bought him for Christmas last year. They had a Deadpool kitten printed on it.

He smiled softly at that. "I see you're wearing my socks." He pointed out and glanced back up to see if zayn would respond, but the boy wouldn't even look at him.

"You can't be that mad at me if you're wearing my socks." Liam kept, hating the silent treatment Zayn was giving him.

Still no answer.

It was clear that Liam deserved it. Yet for the past four days he had been endlessly trying to get some type of response from his best friend. He begged for forgiveness, he begged for mercy. All he wanted was to talk to him again. He missed talking to him. More and more he felt guilty about the idiotic action he pulled and he regretted every second of it, wishing he could turn back the time. He tried everything to get him to forgive him, but nothing seemed to work.

Liam thought about it and inhaled a deep breath. "Zayn," he started, nervously biting his bottom lip, "I'm really sorry about what I did. I was foolish. I was stupid. I was... heartbroken. Honestly, I wasn't really in the right state of mind after Sophia and I broke up. I'm still not really... I never meant to ditch you like that, I swear. I was caught up in the moment, just- I needed something to distract myself from her. Never thought it would end like that. But you have to know that I am truly and deeply sorry for leaving you like that. You have every right to still be mad at me, or hell, even hate me, but you know I love you and you know I enjoy going to the art exhibits with you. This time it was just- it was a lot to be honest." He looked over at Zayn, in hopes he was at least listening to what he had to say.

Even though his back was facing him, he could spot the lad being all ears, his head slightly turned to the side. "I'm an idiot. An asshole even. And I deserve every insult you have in store for me. I just- I want you to forgive me though..." Liam continued and slowly walked up to him. He carefully wrapped his arms around his waist, feeling Zayn tense for a split second before relaxing. "I'm sorry." He mumbled soothingly into his ear, Zayn exhaling deeply.

"I don't hate you..." he finally said after a moment of silence. "I just hate the fact that you thought you needed sex more than a friend." He admitted and turned his head to look up at him. Their eyes met and Liam could still read the hurt from them, his heart aching at that.

"I'm sorry Z." Liam said and brushed the messy curls from his face to get a better look. "I really am."

"I know you are." Zayn sighed and chuckled. "You have been repeating yourself for the past four days."