3 Rounds Reloaded//Ziam

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Hello my pretties. I've been super busy with school and everything so sorry for such a long wait! I'm SO happy Zayn was at the Asian awards and finally tweeted. Seeing my sunshine again inspired me to write. That hair cut though..not quite sure how I feel about it. He still looks like a god though. Alright so please please please make sure you vote and comment! It really makes my day to see some of the comments you guys leave. Oh and I know many of you are a bit bothered by Zayn's new personality in three rounds reloaded and I'm sorry about that but trust me, I'm going somewhere with that. 34K on three rounds and almost 1k on this story. I cannot thank my lovely little readers enough!

Something always brings me back to you.

It never takes too long.

No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.

You keep me without chains.

I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign.

Gravity// Sara Barellies

Burning. His lungs were burning as he ran through through the wooded path. He dodged and weaved past many branches and sticks in his way, trying to maneuver through the woodsy trail. He increased his pace, the sound of heavy breaths whooshing in and out of his parted lips. The boy began to push himself harder, wanting to test his limits. His lungs screamed in protest yet the boy refused to stop, he refused to listen until he reached the end. A few more steps he told himself, pushing his aching legs harder and harder. Suddenly the large French style house came into view and he was home free. The boy sprinted out of the woodsy path and to the front door where a beautiful blonde was holding a water bottle and waiting.

"Zee. That was your fastest time. It only took you about...an hour?" She teased, tossing the water bottle to her best friend.

"Fúck you." Zayn mumbled, rolling his eyes and snatching the icy drink from Perrie's hand. The dark haired boy took a long sip from the pure liquid, brushing a black strand of hair away from his face.

"You wish you could." She teased back, her bright blue eyes scanning his face for any signs of distress. Perrie understood Zayn in ways no one did. Hell, she knew what Zayn was going to say or do before the boy knew so himself.

Zayn simply grimaced in response to Perrie's comment, ironically they were in fact fúck buddies and he knew the girls body like the back of his hand. The Bradford boy rubbed at his face as a quiet sigh escaped past his lips. As much as he wanted to say some witty comment back he just couldn't. Zayn was tense and anxious due to the fact that it was Thursday. Usually Thursday meant the day before Friday, making it a good day for most people. But for Zayn Thursday meant therapy. Zayn dreaded going, he hated his psychologist and her judging blue orbs. He hated the smell of her expensive office and the dull lighting and the brown and green scheme of the boring room. Most of all the boy hated talking about his feelings and what was going on in his head.

Perrie immediately knew what was wrong with Zayn. She simply sighed and rested her hand on his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Dr.Greene wants to help you, all you have to do is bullshit your way through a few sessions and you'll be done with it." The blonde girl took Zayn's hand, yanking him up and pulling him into the house. Zayn sighed and wrapped his arms around Perrie, pulling the girl in for a big bear hug. The Bradford boy knew he loved Perrie regardless of the sex. Sure, it was nice to be able to have casual fúck sessions with his best friend but he would still want Perrie around without the sex.

Zayn shut his door with his foot, playfully nudging Perrie and chuckling. "Thanks for trying to be so reassuring Blondie." He murmured, his hands at the waist of the shorter girl. "Looks like I have some more energy..what do you say to round two?" He chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows and chuckling. Within a millisecond the Perrie was swept into Zayn's arms and the best friends found themselves tangled up together between the sheets.

......

"How are you feeling today, Zayn?"

It was the question that started every session. Zayn absolutely hated being asked how he was feeling. Happy, sad, mad..those weren't real feelings to Zayn. Real feelings were things you can't describe so Zayn steered clear of answering Dr.Greene's question, despite the fact that she asked the same thing every single time. The woman simply scribbled something down on a piece of paper, quickly glancing up at Zayn. Her piercing blue eyes did the typical therapist stare. She nodded her head and mmhmm'd to Zayn's short responses just like the shrinks on TV.

"So, last week you told me about the dinner with him and everyone else. You said seeing him upset you. Why did it upset you?" Dr.Greene asked, her voice firm but gentle. Zayn crossed one leg over the other, rubbing his hands together and fidgeting on the reclining chair.

"He brought her, Danielle." He mumbled, sighing and running his fingers through his hair. "You would think that he would have more common sense and be able to come without her. But no, of course he needed to drag her along."

Dr.Greene nodded in understanding, scribbling notes against her weathered clipboard. She adjusted the thin rim of her black glasses before she began to speak. "But didn't you say that you brought Perrie? He must've had Danielle for the moral support."

Zayn scoffed and shook his head, nibbling at his bottom lip. He refused to listen to the icy eyed woman, knowing she was right. Zayn simply let out a gush of air, wanting more than anything for this hour to be up. His light brown eyes watched as Dr.Greene's pen scribbled along her notepad. Sometimes Zayn felt like she was bullshitting him. He felt like she was drawing dumb little doodles and repeating the same nonsense. He felt like her gold trimmed PhD was forged and the many books on psychology she wrote sat around as paperweights. But Zayn also knew that Dr.Greene was too smart for any of that to be a reality. Still, it could hurt to pretend.

"Any episodes lately?"

Zayn simply shrugged his broad shoulders. Usually Zayn refused to talk I'm therapy unless he was angry about something. Today he felt a bottomless pit at the bottom of his stomach, threatening to suck the life out of the boy. That feeling made it clear to the boy that he would be having another episode very soon. He absolutely dreaded them, the unexplainable things that would happen to him. Hence why he saw his $200 an hour shrink, Dr.Greene.

Zayn dryly swallowed, his mouth parched and rough as he opened his mouth. "It's been under control for a while, which makes it clear that it's going to come back soon. I'm okay with it, I don't need to be here."

Dr.Greene simply sighed, setting her clipboard down and giving the Dark haired boy one look over. "No twenty something year old wants to sit across from their shrink talking about how crazy they feel. Two more months Zayn, it's the doctor's requirement." Zayn simply nodded. He knew that would be her answer so he had already braced himself for it.

"Now, how are you sleeping?"

.....

Zayn sat in his expensive four door jeep wrangler. It reminded him of the car he sweatily rode Liam in. He could vividly remember the smell of the leather. The feel of the sweat covered seats rubbing against their quivering limbs. Zayn snapped out of his daydream, sighing and rubbing at his face. The boy began to drive, an unlit cigarette in between his pink lips. Zayn's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his eyes watering as he stepped harder on the gas. Zayn had no clue where he was going or what he was doing. Instead he just drove. One name echoed in his head and he knew he wouldn't be close to okay until he saw his face again. After an hour of blankly driving Zayn ended up In front of Liam's house.

This was it. This was what Zayn needed. He was what Zayn needed.