Rising Up From Ruin - Ziam (AU)

Chapter 15 - Liam's Return

Zayn’s P.O.V.

            I honestly don’t know what day it is. All I know is that lessons today were even more frustrating than normal. My thoughts were foggy, clouded by pictures of Liam’s smiling face, and then Liam crying, and then an image of Liam in intense pain. I don’t know why I kept seeing these images, but they were freaking me out, not to mention, making me want to cry. I don’t know how much longer I could go until I snapped.

            “Zayn,” A voice called from behind me. I was still cleaning my school things up off my desk. When I turned around, I found it was Harry. What the hell was he talking to me for? I thought he hated me.

            “Good to hear your voice,” I croaked, my own voice being husky and scratchy from underuse these past days.

            “You too,” He said looking down to his feet. “Look Zayn, I need to apologize,”

            “What for?” I asked, surprised with his intentions.

            “For hitting you, kicking you…everything I did,” He said, dropping his head further, “I was just frustrated. Not really with you, just with the whole situation. For once in years, I saw Liam happy. I was just so glad that he was smiling again, and talking more. I knew it was going to end badly, and I should have put my foot down. But I just couldn’t keep you two from each other. I have never seen Liam so utterly happy for someone’s presence.”

            I was silence by this.

            “Zayn, mate, I hope you can forgive me,” He said, “I was an absolute jerk,”

            “Harry, it’s fine,” I said, walking towards him and patting his shoulder. He then pulled me into a hug, crushing me up against his body. I hadn’t had this kind of human contact for awhile, it felt nice. But I wish it was Liam.

            Finally he pulled away, “How about we go into town, see a movie?”

            “Wait, I didn’t think we were allowed to do that on a weekday,” I said, running my hands through my hair and readjusting my school books in my arms.

            “Zayn, it’s Friday,” He smirked.

            “Oh,” I said, a weight being lifting off of me. It was the weekend. Time to breathe and relax.

            Wait, it was Friday already?

            Liam was coming back tonight?

            Shit.

            “Wait, Harry,” I said, grabbing his arm, “Liam is coming back today,”

            “What? Zayn, how do you know that?” Harry said, a spark coming to his eyes.