On-Screen Lovers || Ziall Horlik [MPREG]

Chapter 22 || • Tell Me •

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Liam was flying all over the place, his mind constantly worrying about getting on the warehouse early for Louis. He already took the privilege of making Louis run an errand for him so it's the least he can do.

As much as people know, Liam was an incredible director. At his young age, he was able to garner multiple awards for various films and tv shows that are under the romance and drama genre, for this year his solely sticking to tv shows. It was expected in the film and video industry that a piece that was directed by Mr. Payne is set to popularity. Needless to say, Liam was in demand and praised for his brilliance in directing.

He was able to finish rather early though it wasn't enough for a reason for Liam not to hurry over to the props warehouse. He's pleased that Louis even agreed to his demand when ge's indeed aware of their lack of communication though it's all because of the mention of Niall.

He arrived, the place was deserted. Liam couldn't even see a single person. He wondered if Louis has arrived so he entered the warehouse to find out.

He stopped on the table, there wasn't anyone present their as well. He scanned around the place, eyes landing on the logbook. He quickly took and flicked through the sheets until reaching the monitoring for today.

He sloly lowered his eyes and finally saw a Louis Tomlinson. Louis hasn't signed out so he's still inside. He entered anyway, looking around the warehouse for signs of Louis.

It wasn't until then, when Liam heard an oh my fucking god that echoed at the warehouse. He knew that voice and distinctive accent well.

He hurriedly went to the source, he didn't find Louis there, so he went around since he wouldn't have gotten far.

He spotted Louis looking around, he slowly approached him only for Louis to lash out on him. Louis jolted back and stumbled miserably though Liam was fast enough to catch him before he even land on the ground with a loud thud.

Faces were only inches apart when Louis alerted for Liam about a vase that was close to falling and fell after. Liam instinctively wrapped his arms around Louis, tugging him closer thus protecting him from the vase and acting as a human shield.

Now, they were lying on a prop couch trying to find something that can make them communicate with outside.

"Liam, do you have your phone with you? Yours might receive some reception." Louis asked, facing Liam who had his back against the soft couch.

"I do, but the battery's dead." Liam answered, momentarily opening his eyes to look at Louis.

"Ugh!" Louis ruffled his hair frustration. Everything seemed pointless, there's no way out here other than waiting for tomorrow when Grandpa opens up the warehouse. He fell silent after that, glancing around his surroundings for a possible escape. 

His eyes stopped at Liam whose face was still distorted due to the pain he was suppressing. "Hey, do you want to lay flat? You can take a nap so you won't feel the pain plus you're tired right?"

Liam opened his eyes again to look at Louis who was sincere with his offer. "If it's fine with you." Louis nodded, "You can lay your head on my lap."

Liam obliged, he slowly laid down with his hand cupping his side. Louis guided Liam's head to his lap while asking Liam if it hurts somewhere in his body. Liam mumbled a 'no' before he finally settled on a comfortable position.

"I'm sorry I got you injured but I'm thankful that you protected me." Louis said to Liam.  "Definitely did not expect that." He snorted.

"Then, what did you expect, Louis?" Liam asked back, he's all ears to what Louis' going to say.