On-Screen Lovers || Ziall Horlik [MPREG]

Chapter 20 || • Changes •

Zayn

I froze, the newly gained information started to sink in causing anger to build up inside me. I should have known! It was him! He fucking planned this bullshit that made Niall almost lose his life. He fucking had me and Niall in his hands. I already knew he was adamant with me and Niall in a relationship and I knew he’ll do anything but this soon? Before I knew it, my feet were dragging me off to some place until my thoughts were broken when I heard the familiar voice call out for me, “Zaynie!” 

I halted, turning my head back to him. "Where are you going?" He questioned, although there was a distance between us it was audible for me. He tried to walk closer but wincing and I hurried towards him, catching him in my arms. "You should have stayed inside." I commented, not liking the idea of him stumbling whenever he tries to walk and end up getting bruises. 

"You were leaving without saying anything. I could see you clenching your knuckles, you're going to him aren't you?" He reckoned, blue orbs staring into me. 

"I-I'm. . ." I couldn't say I'm not, I don't want to lie to him again. He'll know if I did, I don't want to strain our current relationship. 

"Don't." He muffled leaving me confused. "Huh?"

"Don't do it. We're still not sure how he did it or if it's even him in the first place." 

But it's him, no one could do this bullshit other than him. It's not like any of the staff would try to do so or they'll lose their job. He doesn't know what Liam is capable of but he doesn't need to know. Not for now. 

"Fine. I won't." I ran my hand down his back, settling for his waist when it reached it. I could see him smile and that was more than enough to push my anger away. "Should we eat? I know you're hungry, you haven't ate anything."

He grinned at me, and I tugged him to get some food.

When we went to the dining hall, the staff were also eating. We both greeted them, hospitality was evident when they greeted and invited us to eat. Food is self-service, buffet style. I took a plate with Niall still by my side. "We're sharing?" 

"Yep, you don't want to?" I pulled on a hurt face.

"No." He giggled, my angel.

"What do you want, babe?" I asked, holding the tongs.

"Chicken and spaghetti please?" Niall requested, looking at me with puppy eyes. "No need for those puppy eyes, I'll follow and give you everything you want." He smacked me playfully, hiding his flushed face on my backside. I chuckled lightly before getting three pieces of chicken, picking the thigh parts. I twirl the spaghetti with the huge serving fork before transferring it to our plate.

I searched for a seat and tugged Niall on my lap. I twirled the spaghetti with my fork and slowly moved it towards his mouth, "Eat."

"Nope."

"What? Niall, eat." 

"Nope."

"You said you wanted chicken and spaghetti, why aren't you eating it?" I placed the fork down at the plate.

"I did but in one condition."

"What is it, babe?"

"A. . " He bit his lip, " kiss per serving." He held his head down, ashamed of his demand.

I smiled, widely.  He never fails to put a smile on my face. "Okay, if that's what you want. I already said I'll give you anything you want, just ask." I winked, moving the fork forward to his mouth again. He opened his mouth, taking the spaghetti until nothing was left on the fork. He carefully swallowed it, then licked his lips to remove the remaining sauce.