Zayn’s P.O.V.
My day with Liam had gone amazing. I honestly don’t think I have ever loved anyone this much. Whenever I was with him, I just felt whole, and better.
He had to leave this small town behind and come with me. There wasn’t anything holding him back. He had to. I needed to persuade him. So, the day after our picnic date, I decided to visit his house for the first time. It was a small little place, and from the outside, I could tell the owner was busy with things other than yard work. It looked little shaky around the edges, but it was still a house nonetheless.
I knocked three times, loud and hard, and then stepped back waiting for someone to answer it. After a moment, Liam opened the door. His face was red and splotchy, as if he had been crying.
“Liam, babe, are you okay?” I asked, stepping closer to him and putting my hand on his shoulder. He flinched away slightly, but didn’t back away from me. What was wrong with him? I stepped forward again, now practically in his house, and I wrapped my arm gently around his waist. “What’s wrong?” I whispered in his ear. Liam wouldn’t make eye contact with me, and it was frightening--to say the least. “Please, baby,” I begged.
Suddenly Liam broke down into tears, “She was all I had left,” He sobbed openly into my shirt, and I wrapped my arms all the way around him now, as his entire body shook.
“Who?” I asked softly.
“My grandmum,” He said, “She can’t be gone, she can’t be gone, she can’t be gone,”
His words became a sort of mantra, and he repeated them over and over.
“Zayn,” Harry called form inside the house. I looked up to see a tired looking Harry standing in the kitchen, “I’m glad you’re here. Bring him back inside, I’ll explain in a minute,”
I nodded and dragged Liam inside, his body practically limp in my arms.
“Zayn, it hurts, it hurts,” Liam whimpered.
His words sent physical pain through my body. I needed to help him. What should I do? All I knew is that I had to make him feel better, to stop crying. Because, god dammit, I love this boy and he is telling me that he’s in pain. If I could take all the pain away from him, and I could, I would in a heartbeat. I don’t care how cliché it sounded.
“Shh,” I cooed in his ear, “It’s going to be okay,”
“Zayn,” Liam whimpered as I fell back on the couch and pulled his body with me, “Zayn,”
“You’re okay,” I continued to shush him, planting kisses on his head and cheeks. He was holding onto me for dear life, our bodies melding together and becoming one.
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The Waiter Boy - A Ziam AU Mini-Fic
FanfictionLiam has worked at the diner for a year, and practically grown up there, but he's never met Zayn before. In the small town that Liam lives in, he thought he knew everyone, and finds himself enjoying the newcomers company. As for Zayn, he finds himse...