3 Rounds Reloaded//Ziam

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Hello my loves, long time no talk. Literally it's been years. I've missed writing so much, life just got busy. But, I'm ready to jump back into 3RR and possibly write other ziam (duh) content. Obviously, I started 3 Rounds years ago when I was younger and I've always hated proof reading/planning out chapters which means there's a lot of mistakes and overall cringiness in past chapters that makes me want to vomit. Hopefully, I've improved somewhat and that'll show in upcoming chapters. Overall, I love Wattpad and I don't care if no one reads any of this it's just fun to update again. Alright, enough rambling, thank you all for being so patient and supportive, onto the drama. I'll either upload short but frequently or long chapters and space it out.

And we lost a lot of things in the fire (fire)
So it took a year for me to find out (find out, find out)
I can't lose you, babe (I can't lose you)

The Weeknd// lost in the fire

Liam Payne made a lot of mistakes in his life. He would be the first person to admit it. His choices were often poor and selfish. So many things the male wished he could erase from the pages that consisted of his story. However, Zayn Malik wasn't one of those regrettable anecdotes. Zayn Malik got his own damn chapter in Liam's metaphorical book. The boxer loved the model with all of his heart. It made him dizzy to even think about the extent to which his love for Zayn spread.

But with that untamable love came Liam's temper and his overprotectiveness when it came to those he loved. For his family, his friends, his Zayn, Liam would literally kill. He didn't know how to dial it back, the male was full force with his strongly he felt for the few people around him. This also meant Liam had no impulse control, and it often lead him to solve his problems with violence.

Which is why Liam was literally vibrating with anger at the moment. After being hung up on, the male chucked his phone on the ground, pacing back and forth as he tried to keep his composure. The man couldn't help it though, he was pissed. He could feel his breathing becoming increasingly more shallow. His chest felt tight and his hands were clawing at his shirt, feeling how constricting it was all of a sudden.

"Liam?" The husky tone that belonged to Harry called out. His voice apprehensive as he knocked at best friends hotel door. There was a moment of silence from Harry's end, Liam's ragged breathing filling the space. "Alright, I'm coming in then, I hope you're not naked or something." The male joked awkwardly, knowing his friend didn't sound okay and he needed to check on him.

Harry could hear how Liam was struggling from the other side of the door. It was clear that something was wrong. So, he pushed open the door and rushed over to his friend. Liam was standing in the middle of the room, hands over his head and he struggled to pull in rough breaths.

"Harry... he....I'm.." The male panted, short broken breaths escaping his body as he looked at Harry with wide eyes.

"It's alright, calm down, you're having a panic attack." Harry's voice had softened as he rubbed his best friend's shoulder, a look of concern taking over his features. This wasn't like Liam, the green eyed athlete had never seen his friend this way. However, he could attribute it to one person, Zayn. "Deep breaths mate, you got it." Harry encouraged, as he breathed deeply with his friend, trying to guide Liam to calming down.

After a few moments, Liam could feel his heart start to beat slower. He was finally easing himself to breath normally. His head wasn't as full with thoughts and his chest seemed to loosen up. Finally, Liam took one more deep breath and exhaled, able to talk once more. A panic attack? Liam had never had one of those, not since he met Zayn.

"Blaine called." Liam stated rather numbly, his eyes glossing over a bit as he tried to keep himself from falling over the edge again.

Harry didn't know how to respond. But that name made him internally cuss. Instinctively, so his own husband wouldn't hear, Harry closed the door and got closer to Liam. The way Liam was acting reminded Harry of when Zayn died, or at least they all thought he did. Liam was panicked in the hospital, having a panic attack.

"I think he has Zayn with him. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do." Liam shook his head, rubbing his face in frustration as he held back tears. He didn't even know where they were and Blaine blocked every number he ever called from.

"He doesn't have his medication Harry, he needs it, this is going to set him over the edge. Oh my god he's probably freaking out right now. This is all my fault because we fought last night and I said some shi-"

Harry was quick to cut his friend off.

"Shut up! I'll be right back" was all he said, holding a finger up as the curly haired male slipped out the room. After a moment, Harry returned with Louis's phone. Not even a few seconds had passed before Harry pulled up Zayn's location.

"It says his apple watch is 30 miles away. For some reason they always share their locations with each other." Harry confessed sheepishly, a fact he only knew because when him and Louis first started dating they argued over how close Louis was to Zayn.

Liam nodded firmly, grabbing his phone and keys as he rushed around his hotel room. The boxer then crouched down by a safe, punching in numbers before opening it and retrieving his gun. "What the hell li, why do you have that on vacation?" Harry hissed, arching a brow at his best friend.

"I can't lose him Harry, not again, not this time. I need you to stay here and make sure Danielle and Arabella are alright." Liam stated firmly, sucking in one more deep breath, slipping out of the hotel room before Harry could protest.

...

The drive wasn't long, Liam took an Uber service from the hotel to a small town outside of Santorini, which is where they were staying. Soon, the car drove up to the address Harry had tracked Zayn to. Liam nodded once at the driver, who had been incredibly tense the whole drive considering Liam had a gun just sitting on his lap. The boxer swiftly exited the car, tucking his phone into his back pocket as he jogged up the long drive way of the modern looking mansion.

It was daylight and this lavish house stuck out like a sore thumb. It wasn't like Blaine to lay low, even on the run from the cops he lived in luxury. As the male approached the door, a terrified looking brunette woman opened it, not even giving him a chance to knock. She gestured Liam in, her big brown eyes glued to Liam's face as she slowly shook her head, almost begging him with her eyes to leave. This girl looked young, no more than 16, which saddened the male. There were multiple girls like this, which he noticed as he walked around quietly, daring to not make a sound, even though his presence was already known. They all looked drugged up and scared, he didn't even want to think about what their situation was. Blaine was truly a horrible person.

Liam followed the girl up the steps of the home, his shoes crunching on broken glass and various other items littering the floor. They walked through another hallway and then finally up to a door, where the girl silently pointed to the door and then scurried off.

With trembling hands, Liam pushed open the large double doors to what seemed like the master bedroom. The room was grand and lavish, clearly more expensive than anything Liam had ever stayed in. There in the middle of it all was his Zayn, passed out in the ginormous gold king bed. Liam's eyes narrowed as he tried to asses Zayn. He was in a deep sleep, his chest rising and falling roughly. Liam then caught site of the needles on the nightstand next to Zayn and it made his heart skip a beat.

"Liam, finally. I wondered when you would get here but I didn't expect to actually see you." A voice called out, a familiar yet different voice called out.

"I'm Blaine's brother, Anthony."