Tan Lines and Closed Eyes ( Ziall AU)

Chapter 3

(Niall's POW )

I quickly pulled my hands from the table to my lap, and stared at Zayn with with wide eyes. I had been caught. I just sat there, not knowing what to say. Seems like Zayn knew that I wouldn't open my mouth, because few awkward minutes later he opened his mouth, letting the air from his lungs run through his vocal cords making a magical voice, voicing up his word to be said.

" Where's your man,babe? You should go home boy, this is not place for boys like you."

I get this weird feeling on my chest when Zayn called me pet names. It's actually something I've never received, if Harry's drunken waffling or motherly comforts didn't count. Pet names are just things I've never been called with Rick being the husband he is.

It's actually sad how little group of people I've dealt in my whole life, my mom and Harry being the only friends I had, and after mom's passing Harry being the only one.

" Niall?" Zayn moved his hand towards me and and it was too close contact to me after what happened with Rick so I automatically jumped away from this touch.

"What's the matter Niall? You're being so quiet and jumpy and that's doesn't really sound like the Niall I've heard of. What I understood, you used to be like Harry, big mouth and big dreams."

"That is- Wait you've heard of me?"

"Well what I've heard from harry."

"You and Harry have talked about me?" Holy baby Jesus Harry is faster with his mouth than a freaking light... How long has Zayn worked for him again? I would say that, that short period of time that I can count the days with my fingers and toes.

"Well that's not the point Niall! I know that this is completely impudent and inappropriate and none of my business but, why aren't you wearing your ring? I know you don't know me or anything but no one needs to be treated wrong in a relationship, especially you, and honestly, I suspect that that's the case in your-"

" What do you know about my marriage, Zen?" I totally snapped. " I don't need you, or anyone else to analyse my relationship with my husband, because that's perfectly wonderful marriage we have there!"

" Well I don't think it's perfectly wonderful marriage, if you take off your ring when you go to club and hide your ring hand behind your back when you meet new men."

"That's, That's too brave of you!"

" You talk like you were 1900's nobility hun."

" Well you know what hun! I, I won't be wasting my time on this, on you, anymore. Have a great rest of the night Zayn Malik!" Was the last thing I said before I stormed out of the club, not even stopping to hear what Zayn did have as an answer for that

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I knew that getting drunk is never the solution for all the problems. I've always known it! But yesterday I guess I just didn't care. I was just searching for the numbness, pretending like drinking and drinking some more would work. So here I am, tangled on my sweaty uncomfortable sheets, my head is pounding like there was percussion instrument orchestra practicing for the highlight of their poor career. And on top of that, I was ready to throw up any moment and feeling extremely guilty for snapping at Zayn. It's not Zayn's fault that I have an shitty marriage with a man who towards I have only negative feelings, like fear and hate, for example. I probably should apologize to him. It's not his blame that Rick is an horrible person which I happen to be married to. Speaking of, Rick hasn't came home yet, and god am I thankful. I had already put my ring back on, just in case if he barks in in the morning, which I doubt but I don't wanna take any risks with him.