Long way home. (Ziam) (BoyXBoy)

Four.

Word count: 1,444

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One thing to know about Zayn was that he was insanely beautiful. He had a nice sculptured face with high cheek bones and a strong jawline. His skin tone was tanned, a nice dark olive color defining his looks and giving him a sort of exotic profile. Not to mention his hair. He could pull off any hair style even if he decided to one day shave his head -which he did once- and he would still look like a Greek god no matter what. Oh and don't even get anyone started on those plump lips to die for. But the thing that stood out the most about Zayn were his eyes. They were a rich honey color or even possibly amber that would turn hazel at certain times. Long black thick eye lashes framed them giving it the nice cherry at the top and wow his eyelashes were just so perfect that even girls at his school would get jealous.

So the biggest reason he always gets picked on is for the soul reason of his stunning looks. Zayn knows that if his life would've gone differently he most likely would've been at the top of the food chain with everyone kissing his ass. But that's the thing about Zayn, he may think about that outcome sometimes but in all honesty popularity is stupid. He sees what it does to people since he's really observant with everything around him, and he kinda likes being the way he is. Well, minus the terrible home life.

Now, a lot of people may question why Zayn never talks since he actually isn't mute. But that's just a subject Zayn never really wants to get into, another reason for his silentness. Plus, no one would ever question that since everyone genuinely thinks he can't talk, so he's safe in the dark for now.

And for now he means Liam is threatening that darkness. He really doesn't know what's Liam's deal is exactly with him. He really won't leave him alone, and it really gets on his nerves sometimes since Zayn has always been used to everyone leaving him be. He wonders if Liam actually has a crush on him or something, nothing new, and no Zayn isn't being conceited or anything, it's just something that's true. Even though the guys or girls at the school probably won't admit it willingly sometimes, they honestly know Zayn is hot. Fuck, even the straight guys turn the slightest bit bisexual when they see Zayn.

It's Friday, and the boy with Hazel eyes doesn't exactly know what to feel about it. Sure, he'll be ridden of the hell hole he calls school for two days, but that means he'll be at his other hell hole for the next two days. It's really a lose, lose situation to be honest. He can never get a break from his terrible life.

He's at his last class of day yet again being art class, and the boy with hazel eyes is truly thankful for that. Today sucked more than usual, the teachers were being extra hard on him, but he ignored them none the less and gave them empty stares. Plus Heather and her little entourage wouldn't stop giving him glares for who the hell knows why, and to top it off, Josh was being more of a prick that usual, by shoving him in the halls, and almost tripping him.

The highlight of his day was seeing Liam, and that's pretty sad in a way. Because he's supposed to be annoyed at the boy for no specific reason but yeah. Liam just treats him like a real human and maybe that's why Zayn doesn't really hate the guy... Kinda.

Again, Liam hasn't given the boy any reason to hate him really, but that doesn't mean Zayn likes him either way. There's just something about Liam that he doesn't quite like, plus he still remembers the secret thing Liam had said he knew about Zayn, and Zayn still doesn't know what the hell that was to this day and it's been two weeks since that incident.

"Hey there Hazel eyes." And speaking of the devil himself. Zayn turns his head to the side briefly to give Liam a sort of glare. It ended up being a bored glare though like he wasn't impressed, and he really wasn't impressed. The boy with brown eyes leans slightly on the wall as he watches Zayn spray paint a huge paper their teacher let him tape up on the wall to graffiti. "I really like how you spray paint."

Zayn gives him a slight twitch of his lip and a nod as puts back his mask on. You know, since the chemicals can be really bad for who ever breaths it. Then again, Zayn doesn't really mind if he gets sick from the smell and dies. Not that he's suicidal or anything, he just finds death intriguing and often imagines different scenarios on how he can get ran over by a car or  possibly trip down the stairs while hitting his head causing to go in to a coma and die.

"When did you start spray painting?" Liam asked curiously grabbing a spare mask from the floor and slipping it on. Zayn didn't say anything though. "I see you're still not talking, hm?"

Nothing again.

"I really wish you would speak more to me Hazel eyes." Liam sighed, taking off his mask once he saw Zayn do the same. "I can already imagine your voice."

Zayn doesn't like his voice. He hates it actually. Well, more like despises it.

But that's when it happens. He suddenly felt Liam really close to him, like, really fucking close enough that he could feel the guys lips just below his ear. Zayn could feel his breath catch and his movements ceased and he just stood there gripping tightly on the spray can. "All rough and and raspy from not using it for awhile everyday." Liam purrs. He places one of his strong hands on Zayn's shoulders. Not in a rough way, but in a gentle way more like. His lips grazed a bit of Zayn's skin at the side of neck causing a shiver to go down Zayn's spine. "You know, I've heard a bit of the rumors about you going on in this school Hazel eyes."

Liam hands slide down from his shoulders and lower to his sides. Zayn is certainly thanking God that he's not ticklish because wow, his laughing would've been such a turn off.

"It's crazy to mention how many people can't keep you from being the main topic to talk about when you really always stick by yourself." The brown eyed boy hums, still gently running his hands down Zayn's sides. "And it's more fascinating to wonder how many people seem to be interested in your sex life. A lot claim for you to be a Virgin Marry, but in all honest I know you aren't." Liam moves even more closer to Zayn, now standing behind him, and he can actually feel the front of Liam's crotch on his bum, wow what the hell is even going on?" "You're far from that innocent perspective of people, because I know your secret Hazel eyes, and you're no Virgin Marry."

Time seems to stand still for Zayn.

I know your secret Hazel eyes.

You're far from innocent.

You're no Virgin Marry.

Zayn now realizes then and there what Liam meant. But how the hell did he know? How did he know what his parents made him do? How does he know they sell him like a fucking prostitute?

How does he know?

Suddenly it's harder to breath, and Zayn can feel his lungs are on fire and he feels like he's underwater drowning. His throat is closing up and he can already feel his eyes glazing over with tears. He's got to get out of there.

Luckily the bell rings, and Zayn finds himself shoving Liam away from him and bolts for his back pack. He doesn't even care that he left his art work out in the open, or any of his spray cans there either. He just needs to go.

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Well shit.

I haven't updated in a long time, but to be honest I haven't had wifi for over a month so it's really hard to update chapters.

Plus I don't know what to do with this book. I had an amazing plot for this but I always get writers block and it sucks ass.

Anyways, sorry for the VERY short chapter, but I hope it satisfies a few of you xx.

-Yem