On-Screen Lovers || Ziall Horlik [MPREG]

Chapter 12 || • Over Again •

I just wanna say this is around 2 and a half weeks after their first taping so yeah and the show is about to air a month or so. Again, Ethan = Zayn, Chris = Niall.

Niall

I could see his body tense and froze at the current spot he's standing at. His mouth opened a little but nothing came out. I wanted to take a step closer but suddenly he grabbed me by my wrist and took the wallet in his hand. It was too sudden that I wasn't able to yank his arm before it could even land on my wrist.

He dragged me, I tried to resist but his hold was too tight and compose. "Let me go!"

"No!" He replied the same volume as my voice. "What? Who are you to decide? Let me go!"

Then, he threw my wrist and I stumbled as I try to stand straight. I ran my fingers through my wrist, searching for marks. Fortunately, there wasn't any. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"There isn't anything wrong with me." He said, a bit too quiet. "Then, what's the point of dragging me here?" My temper was broken.

"To explain."

"Ha! As if I wanna listen to your explanation! You lied to me, Zayn! Javaad! Or who the fuck you are. And I hate liars."

"But I didn't wanted to lie to you! I had no choice!"

"No choice? You had two choices, it's either you lie to me or tell me the truth. And you chose the wrong one."

"Okay, I lied to you!" Zayn huffed, he was mad but he tried hard not to show it. Good, you broke mine and I broke your temper. 

"There you go, but it's too late for the truth now. Bye." I shook my head, turning back and walking away from him.

"Wait! Don't you want to know why I had to lie? Why I had to move?"  I froze.

“Why?” I huffed as I tried to avoid his gaze.

He let ou a ‘huh’ and I could see in the corner of my eyes his confused look. “I said, why? Why did you leave?”

“I….I…don’t know how to start.” He admitted and I turned around, my feet about to take a step bu he was quick to block my way.

“Okay, okay. I’ll explain. Just give me a second.” I didn’t hesitate to reply, not at all. He took a deep breath and exhaled it which I found rather loud.

“Here goes…” He startled. “My father wanted me and my mom to go back to Pakistan since he found a new job that has a higher pay than both of their jobs combined so we moved back. I wanted to say goodbye before I leave but when I went to the playground on the day when I was about to leave, you weren’t there. As I wait for you to come around, those idiots came instead and decided to put on a fight. They called you names and me as well so I wasn’t able to hold back and so I initiated a punch and all hell broke loose. Halfway the fight my mother came and made us stop. She scolded the boys then me when we got back home. I wanted to go back to the playground because I haven’t seen you yet and I won’t leave without seeing you but my mother forbid me to saying I might put on a fight with those idiots again. Not long after that, we went off to the airport without me being able to say goodbye.”  He explained.

Those words…those words I’ve been waiting to hear and to know just all came in. Everything feels surreal, that with just one single show that everything from my past taunts me again. No matter how much I say I moved on, I haven’t. All this time, I was just lying to myself that I don’t care about it anymore. It was, until it was in front of you. I wanted to know more…I don’t want to look dumb again.