Forbidden

Chapter fifty-seven

It's morning, Zayn and I have not spoken with each other again nor was I planning to. If he wanted to be rude he could be rude by himself.

That would work if he wouldn't be in the same house as me, which is infuriating by itself.

I had to sleep in the living room and was currently in the bathroom. Once I'm done I was about to go to the kitchen but meet Zayn in the hall who was leaning on the mahogany doors that had silver handles that belonged to his bedroom. He was shirtless, ugly bruises on view, along with a pair of dark blue sweats, bed hair.

We both look at each other for a while. I quickly straight up, then proceed on walking but his voice stopped me.

"Wait." he said lowly and I hear him walk with cautious steps to me. I face him and quirk an eyebrow, he's looking down at me with his big eyes. The area under his left eye is swollen in a deep shade of blue, much like a fractured cheekbone but placed on his cheek rather than up, and he has little wounds all over his face, though he looks way better than yesterday."Where did you get the bruise from?" he asked again, I roll my eyes, he's breathless and I can see that the bruises he has, cause him hurt and all he cares about is that.

"I already told you." As earlier mentioned I'm done being nice.

"I know when you lie." he muttered, his eyebrows crease.

"How unfortunate for you then. Because that's the only answer you'll get." I sweetly say. He pursed his lips together, before taking a deep breath.

"Liv." he softly says, posture calm when I thought he would explode, then cradles my face in his hands, I'm taken aback, he's bowing his head so that he can look into my eyes, but I'm quickly fixated on the floor between our feet.

"I-" he began.

The doorbell rang loudly we both twist our heads in that direction. With a relieved sigh I was about to inch the door.

"Yeah, sure." he mocked."Not without pants." he husked and made his way there.

"So what?" I was only wearing his black t-shirt with my knickers, no bra because I hadn't put one on when we left his home. That's how I slept.

"You're delusional if you think I'll let that happen. Go get dressed." Zayn somberly said, tilting his head towards his bedroom. But I can't let him do whatever he wants, my lips part yet he cuts me to it without needing to look back."Olivia, it's too fucking early for this." And there's exhaustion in his voice that makes me feel sorry.

With a small sigh I let it be watching his stubborn raven head walk up to open the door.

+

"Why are you here after so long?" Tyler, who was the one ringing on the door, asked calmly.

We're drinking coffee in the living room after I wore some sweats and Zayn a thin grey knit sweater. They both chat while Zayn's possessively holding my hand despite my attempts to make him release it, if he wouldn't be injured I bet he would make me sit on his lap. His hand tightened further, eyes on me.

"I wanted to show Liv the house I spent my summers as a child." he explained gently watching me. I scoff, then my eyes widen when they look at me with frowns.

"I just.." I don't know what to say.

'Well done, Liv.' my lovely subconscious mocked.

"You don't have to be embarrassed that he's telling me this." Tyler said reassuringly and I couldn't thank him mentally enough that he thought like that. He's sitting on the couch placed in front of us, a table in between, wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, hair messed in the front as he had yesterday. He looked like he's out a fashion magazine."So for how long are you two together?"