Only You [Ziam Mayne Fanfic, BoyxBoy]

Chapter 3- Just A Dream

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☆ ☆ ☆ Zayn's P.O.V. ☆ ☆ ☆

"Liam?"

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Niall in the doorway, his perfect blue eyes were large and wide with worry and fear. I didn't want him here though, he was to innocent to see Liam the way he was, "Niall, not right now, Liam's hurt."

I heard him moan and turn slightly at the sound of his name, I leaned down and tightened the towel around his wrist, the ambulance should be here soon, but not soon enough by the way it was looking. Niall looked down at him and whimpered slightly, "Wha-what happened?"

"Niall, get out and get Harry." he nodded and scrambled off to get Haz. Liam moaned again, louder this time, he rolled over or tried to, but I stopped him, "Liam.. Your gonna bleed worse."

His eyes fluttered open and looked at me, "Zayn?" I nodded, on the verge of tears, but leaned in so he wouldn't strain himself, "Liam, I'm here..."

He groaned again and nodded, reaching out for me, I took his hand and leaned in further, "Zayn... I love you."

I smiled weakly and nodded, "I do to Liam, but hold on for me."

"No.. I love you."

"I know but-"

"Not in a friend way."

The smile on my face grew and I nodded, "I do to." he passed out again a seconds later, around the same time Harry got there.

We waited for the ambulance in silence, I held Liam against my chest even though Harry advised me not to. I didn't really care though, he loved me. And that's all that mattered. God, I'd been waiting for him to tell me that for forever, even though he was dying, I was still one of the happiest men alive.

I remembered all the times we'd had together, from the closet to now, it all seemed far away. I knew I could never be with Liam, I'd pushed those emotions into the deepest place in my heart, locked away so I'd never feel them again. I'd managed to do it for two whole years, waking up in the same house with him... It was torture.

I admit, the feelings came out sometimes, I'd take a step to far, kiss him, hug him to long, dream about him.. And everytime I did something, I'd think about it for weeks, and ignore him part of the time. I knew it hurt him, but management would kill us if we were together. I knew about his dreams, I'd leave Perrie and we'd be happy together, the boys and fans would accept it, we'd continue our careers and ride into the sunset.

I, unfortunately, was more realistic.

I knew the fans, well the ones that weren't the REAL fans, would hate us. Burn our shirts and send us more hate then every. They'd post things about us that'd get to someone, they'd stop buying tickets, there wouldn't be anymore concerts, the band would split apart, and it'd be our fault...

I could never let that happen. I'd do whatever it took to let Liam feel the same way about these things. That's the only reason I'd even asked Perrie out, take my mind off him, as impossibly hard as it was it worked for a while. But now I couldn't look aat either of them, she'd hurt him and he'd hurt himself. It was her fault he was there, lying on the bathroom floor, bleeding to death.

I felt someone wrap their arms around me and I realized I was crying, a mess of brown hair laid itself on my shoulder. Harry hummed quietly and gently rubbed my back, he was saying something, but I was crying to hard to even notice.

Harry held me the whole time really, the medics took Liam, it'd taken them five minutes, but it felt like hours. The first time he let me go was when we were leaving to go to the hospital, but even then he held my waist or hand and kept me close to him. He was the youngest, but sometimes I forgot about the fact, he always seemed older, more mature in a way. Sometimes it caught me off guard how he acted. Always surprising someone, especially me.