that's not why × ziam au (short story)

part x × revelation (final)

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"See I never meant for you to have to crawl. No, I never meant to let you go at all."

−Thriving Ivory {Flowers for a Ghost}

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He tried to stop himself as he felt his fist clench in unbelievable anger and fury, guilt and regret coursed through his veins as he ignored the stares that were aimed towards him. They all knew he wasn't happy, he was unmistakably upset, but they were lucky they couldn't see the rage that was behind his somewhat calm façade. The imaginary steam was leaving every open surface of his body and the students in the hallway noticed it all too well. They've seen Liam Payne angry, even though he seemed to hide some of his anger behind the poker face he was sporting, they could tell by the way he stomped down the corridor and how the veins of his arm was standing out proudly and prominently. The even tan of his skin was not so even because of the light shade of red that was spreading across his face and neck, nostrils slightly flared and lips curled inward.

If someone took the time to take in his features, they would've noticed that not only his eyes were filled with noticeable madness, but a hint of sadness (maybe a bit more than just a hint) surrounded by the red around his dilated pupils of his chocolate brown irises, due to the rubbing of his fist against them, trying to get rid of the tears that were bound to escape. He couldn't show weakness, not now.

He somehow felt guilty, he knew it wasn't part of any of this, but he knew if he had bothered to care or even acknowledge someone in pure misery, presence, he could've saved a life, he could've prevented the death of someone completely innocent who deserved his life just as much as the next person. If he would've bothered to actually realize that his teammates were arrogant and cruel bastards, Zayn would still be alive.

Liam lightly shook his head, as if it were to shake the thought out of his messed up mind that was slowly falling apart because of this dead boy that has decided to drastically change his life with just a series of letter. He should've burned them for his own good, believe that this was just some prank by Jordan and his dogs because they knew Liam was a 'softie' and he would actually for a prank like this one. He wished he would've never that box because he was slowly going out of his mind. But it was too late now and he wanted to bring justice to Zayn and bring those bullies down. Liam felt bad for saying that he wished he would've never received the letters, but, he knew too much and sometimes, that's not always a good thing.

He had an unbelievable weight on his shoulders; he didn't know what to do to get rid of it. The only thing that came to mind was to find Jordan and his stupid monkeys and... do whatever came to mind first. He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself and he'll probably do something stupid. But would he care? Not at all, because those assholes deserved every shitty event and action that would hit them. Liam happily agreed to be the first.

So he stomped out and onto the football field, where his teammates were practicing for their next game (Liam should be practicing with them, but he'd rather not show up at the game), stretching and laughing along to Jordan's crappy jokes.

Satan took a human form in Jordan, according to Liam. He was full of evil and no remorse, something Liam couldn't believe hadn't seen before. Along his gang of copycats, he was the worst and most unapologetic.