I want to be loved by you - Ziam

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Hey guys! Yes, i've updated again - took me long enough. Anyway this is just a sort of filler chapter with a bit of ziam fluff but it should get good in the next chapter :D Anyway, i couldn't be bothered to check this for mistakes as i wanted to update it quickly!

I dedicated this chapter to ma wattpadd buddyyyy 'cause she is amazing! you should really check out her stories, you won't be dissapointed!

Here it is, happy reading:

Liam awoke first to find Zayn’s arms wrapped protectively around him. He tilted his head to look up at his sleeping lover. Aw, he’s just too cute when he sleeps. Liam gently unattached himself from his boyfriend; much to Zayn’s disappointment. As he tried to pull away the darker haired boy would just grip on tighter subconsciously. After a few minutes of gently prying himself from Zayn’s grasp, Liam headed into the kitchen. He made himself a slice of toast; after his failed attempt the day before thanks to an interruption from a certain blonde leprechaun.

After eating his toast, Liam walked back up to the bedroom. Zayn must be awake by now, surely. He walked into the room quietly, not wanting to disturb Zayn if he was still sleeping. He saw Zayn sitting up on the bed, leaning against the headrest, with his phone in his hands. He looked like he was going to cry. He had that sad look on his face that he always had when he was trying to hold in tears. I wonder what’s wrong with him.

Zayn still hadn’t noticed him; his eyes were glued to the screen and his top lip was between his teeth. It wasn’t until Liam moved and sat down on the bed next to him that Zayn paid any attention to him; silently looking up at him. He was holding his phone face down on the duvet that still covered his legs, so that Liam couldn’t see what was on the screen.

“What’s wrong babe?” Liam asked, concern lacing his voice as he wrapped his arm around his neck comfortingly. But Zayn didn’t answer; instead he buried his head into the crook of Liam’s neck and sniffled slightly.

“Come on gorgeous, you can tell me” Liam urged Zayn to speak after a few minutes of Zayn trying not to cry whilst his head was still hidden from view. He knew that all of the boys got a lot of hate on social networking sites like twitter but it never seemed to bother them too much, it was normal for celebrities to get hate. So what could have got Zayn so upset?

Still not speaking, Zayn showed him the phone. There was a picture of him and Liam, just as they were leaving the studio the day before. They had their arms around each other’s waists, but come on, that wasn’t too out of the ordinary. The person who tweeted the photo had commented; ‘They are such fags, urgh how disgusting!’ so that’s what upset him.

Liam’s mouth was wide as Zayn looked for his reaction. “Come, here” Liam opened his arms wide and pulled the older boy into a strong hug. Zayn was now sobbing freely into Liam’s chest as Liam felt his eyes starting to water as well. He couldn’t believe anyone could hurt Zayn like this, did they have any idea what their actions had caused? He hated to see Zayn so insecure and just wanted to comfort him and for him to be happy. This caused a small tear to roll down Liam’s cheek, plus the fact that they were also referring to him being a fag. He looked at the name of the person who had posted the tweet that had made Zayn an emotional wreck. The name she used was ‘One Direction <3” so she was a fan; that sickened Liam even more. She said liked One Direction but still said insulting things to 2/5 of them, how could she do that if she was a fan? She obviously didn’t care about them enough or she wouldn’t have hurt Zayn so bad.

“Why would they do this?” Zayn asked, still sobbing.

“It’s ok baby, I’m here for you. Just let it all out” Liam said, pulling Zayn on to his lap, his arms round Zayn’s chest as he held on tightly to Liam’s neck.