"Oh really?" I whispered as he leaned back again, his hand still on my shoulder. "That's not what I heard that night. It was more like 'Hurry up and put it in!' Right?" I mimicked as his eyes went wide. His cheeks turned pink immediately but he still didn't push me off. 
"If you hated it so much, want me to re-do it better this time?" I smirked as he glared at me. "You-" He was interrupted with knocking on the door. 
"Zayn! Aziz! Are you guys in there?" Arsal yelled. Oh shit! I completely forgot about him. Zayn pushed me away before opening the door. We were greeted with a furious Arsal. "Why didn't you look for me?" He fussed. 
"I did! I looked in your room and around the whole house, but I didn't find you." Zayn defended as he crouched down to meet Arsals height. "I was in Aziz's room." He pointed at me. I knew Zayn would look everywhere except for my room, so I waited for him in our parents' bedroom and let Arsal hide in my room.
Zayn turned his face and glared at me. "I'm sorry, Arsal. Your brother had kidnapped me." He whispered the last sentence, probably thinking I couldn't hear him. "I told you he missed you." Arsal spoke. Can my brother ever shut up?
"I know, baby. Your brother can't go a day without me." Before I could say something, he picked up Arsal and walked away. This kid, I rolled my eyes.
"I'm hungry!" Arsal exclaimed as we sat down to watch something on the TV. "What do you want?" Zayn asked, turning his head towards him. He's asking as if he can make anything. "Anything edible." I replied, earning a glare from Zayn. 
"I wasn't asking you. And in case you forgot, you can't make anything either." He scoffed. "I'm still better than you. You messed up a simple dish such as pasta." I rolled my eyes. "You-" Before he could continue, Arsal put a hand over his mouth. 
That's my boy!
"Will you guys just shut up and go make me something to eat?" Since when was my cute little brother so impudent? "We will, little demon." Zayn got up from his seat and started walking towards the kitchen. I quietly followed behind. 
"What is there to make?" Zayn asked, his back turned towards me. "There are many ingredients that you could make a dish out of, but sadly, there isn't anything you could just warm up and give him." I smiled at him, earning a glare in return.
"If you're going to be useless, just go back to your demon brother." He started opening cabinets, probably thinking of what to make. "I'm not useless." I stepped closer until I was just a few inches away. "You clearly are, just sitting here and insulting me." He yet hadn't realised how close I was.
"I can do more if you want me to." I whispered, putting one hand on around waist. His body stiffened as he finally realised where I was exactly standing. "Aziz." I put another hand on his waist, but didn't move it from there.
"Your brother could walk in any second." He stated. "It's okay, he won't mind." I smirked to myself. He wasn't making any move to back away. If he wanted to, he could easily move my hands away as my grip wasn't so tight. 
He could just walk away, but he chose to stay. 
He continued to look for food, not minding me right behind him. Seriously? Is he just going to pretend like I don't exist? My grip on his waist became tighter, holding him in place. 
He finally turned around to face me, his body caged between the counter and me. "What do you want?" His brows were knit together in a frown, yet I couldn't tell if he was actually irritated about this.
I pushed my body against his, whispering, "I think it's pretty clear what I want." He didn't say a word, nor move a muscle. He just looked me in the eyes with that unreadable expression. Why can I never tell what he's thinking?
This boy is dangerous. I knew that but I couldn't bring myself to hold back. 
His hands snaked around my neck, pulling me closer. My breath hitched. "Then take it." He whispered in my ear. 
Fuck. 
"Don't say things you can't own up to." My voice was deeper than intended. "You're the one saying things you can't do. You're all talk, no walk." He smirked. I didn't make any other move. 
I knew he was provoking me on purpose. I didn't want to so anything he'd regret. I still remembered his face from that night— I felt so disgusted with myself.
I so badly wanted him to stay, to talk to me and tell me what was wrong. But I knew he would never talk about his feelings with me. He wouldn't talk about his feelings with anyone for that matter. 
After contemplating for a while, I gave him a smile before stepping back. "Make Arsal something, I have to go to basketball practice." I waved at him before heading out.
It was true that I had practice today, but I had already decided to not go. I was going to skip practice for today and talk with Zayn about that night, but considering his denial about everything, I'd rather just go to practice. 
"Bye, baby! I'm going to practice!" I yelled through the hallway for Arsal to hear. "But you weren't going?" Arsal appeared in the hallway, a confused look on his face. "My coach called me." I smiled before waving at him.
***
When I came back from practice, he had already gone home. Arsal was sound asleep in his room and I figured it was nothing to fuss over if nothing had gone wrong. 
I entered my room and plopped down on my bed, thoughts of Zayn entering my mind. Why did he not just tell me what was wrong instead of making all that up? I refuse to believe that was the reason he cried. What could it be?
Honestly, I had a feeling about what it could've been— his parents. I've never met a parent as distant as they were- or are. 
Unintentionally, I had seen many times how Zayn's parents behaved towards him during our childhood.
For example when we were forced to play together in his room, his mom came in and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up from the floor. She screamed at him because of a small thing he had done during the family event, and I saw how terrified he looked. 
Yet, he didn't cry or even flinch. All his feelings used to display clearly in his mahogany eyes. 
Even though I never saw how exactly they treated him, I had an idea about what goes on behind those curtains. 
My phone snapped me out of my thoughts.
Zayn
Hey
What's up?
I have a question
Do u still have access to alcohol??
Yeah
But remember, you'll owe me a favour again if I give you alcohol
I know. 
The favour remains the same
I know.
You still want it?

There was no reply for a few minutes. I put my phone down, exhaling. If he knew, then why did he ask for it again? He's so confusing. He probably won't reply, I thought as I turned off my phone. 
Just as I closed my eyes, my phone lit up with a text. 

Zayn : 'Yes.'