electric youth - ziam au

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It had been around three months now. Zayn was still so hurt, and the fact that Liam probably hadn't even made an attempt to call made him so damn angry.

And, God, that anger was more than could be handled in a broken boys heart. His body began to tremble and suddenly he was screaming.

He was sitting on his bed, holding a jumper of Liam's he had found. He felt so stupid... Are breakups - or whatever the hell this was - supposed to hurt that bad?

"Dammit Liam I need you!" He tore the jumper in his tight fists, taking a moment before it set in. Not only did he wreck himself, but the only thing he had left of Liam. "Oh my God. No, no. I'm sorry Liam I'm so sorry." His hands shook as he scrambled into his closet. "I need a needle and thread.. Oh my God, oh my God. No this is all I've got left, Liam. It can't be gone."

And for the rest of the week the tattered boy wore that half torn monstrosity of a memory close to his chest.

It was Thursday night, probably somewhere around 3 in the morning when Zayn got a call.

The number was unknown, and he almost declined it, until he remembered.

"Hello?"

"Zayn,"

"Oh my god, Liam." Zayn put a hand over his mouth and tried not to scream or cry. He hadn't spoken to his Liam in three months now. How the hell was he supposed to react?

"Zayn, Zayn. I miss you so much," Liam was already crying, obviously on the verge of a panic attack.

"Oh, baby. I miss you too. I love you. Have you found out where you are? God, it's been so long. I missed your voice." Zayn scrambled, worried he would be pulled away.

"We keep moving, Zee. I don't know where we are or where we are going next. They are taking this to a whole different level. Im so scared. I got your letter and I'm so sorry I've taken so long," he breathed, and Zayn could here plastic shaking from his panicking.

"Baby, calm down, it's okay. I've missed you so much, I'm just so happy to hear from you at all," Zayn was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to not cry, for Liams sake.

"Zayn, I have to go. I'm using a motel phone and I here my parents coming close. I love you. Please don't give up, I'll try to call you again."

"Try, Liam. I love you so much. Im not giving up, sweetheart. We'll be together soon."

With that, Zayn's ears were filled with the awful dial tone, and his eyes were filled with those awful tears.

He cried himself to sleep, holding anything he had of Liam's in his arms as if it were him, himself.

It was such a sad scene, and Zayn knew it. Why did this happen to him? To Liam? To them?

As for Liam, he had hung up the phone faster than ever thought possible, and he curled against the wall and nightstand. His mother came in first, holding a bag of Chinese food.

His father came in next, looking around for the boy. He laughed before shaking his head, deciding to save the beating for after dinner. They say on their bed, engulfing the cheap meal.

Liam watched longingly. He hadn't eaten more than a few crackers from his mothers soup the other day. He'd taken them, and revived an extra few punches for it.

His father threw him a fortune cookie, but it made Liam want to throw up. He had grown so thin, so unhealthy.

He ended the night with a newly bruised face and rolled up plastic bag as a pillow. He tried squeezing himself under the bed for some warmth, but he was only kicked until he moved.

He fell asleep crying, as well, only wishing he had a piece of Zayn to cuddle, other than the letter sweetly stuffed into his only shirts pocket.

They were both so hopeless. They were both so sad, angry, hurt.

They were both so in love.