S.A.D || zarry au

thirty

I'm really sorry how long this took to post guys. I was trying to close open wounds and all that.

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At first I didn't notice.

When he was missing from school for days and days.

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Days turned into weeks.

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Where did Liam go?

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Time passed and Liam did show up long later. It was on a Wednesday the first before last week of school until summer break. He looked awful. His hair was longer and uncombed, his clothes were baggy and you could tell it looked like he hadn't slept in ages. I watched him wide-eyed as he passed me and Zayn in the wall. "Harry," Zayn said tightening his grip on my arm. I couldn't tell if he was trying to tell me to go or to stay.

I looked at him with worried eyes, "I need to." He let go and nodded his head. I ran towards Liam and tried to stop him but he walked faster. "Liam!" I said jumping in front of him. I was shocked, least to say when I saw how emotionless he looked. My words got caught in my throat as he looked at me with his almost-dead eyes. I choked out a single word, "Liam." I was confused and shocked. All the past emotions of anger and betrayal momentarily fled from me. "What h-happened?" In all the years I've known Liam, he's always been strong. Rather he be fighting for me or against me he has been strong. Through Niall Horan's conniving acts he was strong; he may have cried but he put himself well together, and that's something that I need to learn how to do. But, right now he was most certainly not. And, from the tears forming in his eyes I could tell it had to be bad.

Then he opened his mouth and the words came out almost un-audible, "She's g-gone."

Then he ran off.

I stood there frozen as Zayn came up behind me placing his hand on the bottom of my back. He didn't say much as the tardy bell rang. He just took me to the loo. We went in the biggest stall, and I sat down on the dirty floor. Zayn crouched in front of me waiting a moment before he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" To most people, what Liam said wouldn't have been enough information. They would have pushed him further or asked around, but not me. I knew.

"Liam's sister died."

There was always a fifty-percent chance of Liam's sister dying. She had been fighting cancer for a while. I was always there to comfort Liam and assure him that things would be okay when things got bad, but.. Who did he have now?

Liam loves his mother, but he told me himself that he didn't feel comfortable talking about deeper things with her. He always got his emotions and feelings and worries off his chest to me. It was as if I was his own personal diary. Or used to be.

He had always been one of those people who can't bottle things up without it eating him from the inside. When he yelled at me in the parking lot about all these things that he's kept from me it truly shocked me that he was able to hold all of that in for so long.

Liam didn't have anyone to help him get through this. He had people to hug or people to cry with, but he didn't have someone whom he could spill out his darkest, deepest thoughts to.

I knew Zayn wasn't going to pressure for more, so I just continued, "She's had cancer for a while and I guess her body finally gave out. Zayn, Liam he's....he's alone."

"He's not alone," Zayn said, "he's got..."

"Family, I know, I know. But, Liam doesn't work that way," I sighed holding down the tears that were threatening to spill. I knew Ruth personally and to think that she's gone.....and that Liam and his family are hurting...