[eng] Leave My Shit Outside ; Ziam

d ; WHY'D YOU HAVE TO BE SO CUTE? IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE YOU, AH

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LIAM'S POV

When I open my eyes I feel scared about the way Louis is facing me while he's eating. I take some time to recognize where we are until I notice that I'm on my sofa, with this shitty piece of wood right in my back. Thus, Louis is eating my food. He smiles.

"Good morning, sir."

"What are you eating?"

"Cereal and milk. Wanna bite?" Offers me a full spoon.

"With your spittle? No, thank you so much." I close my eyes again trying to find comfort again, if it has existed since I'm laying here.

"Says the man that keeps asking for me to roll his smoke."

I start to feel my breath hitching then I sit up, preparing myself to cover my face with my blanket. It was taking too long.

"HATSHHHH! HATSHHHH! HATSHHHH!" I groan at the end and lay back down. What a headache.

"Bless you, bitch. There's something I could do for you?"

"Stop facing me like a fucking stalker and don't eat all of my food."

"That's it?"

"Take it off of me." I amended in a whining, rubbing my face against the pillow. I'm feeling a piece of shit.

"This what, bro? If you tell me what you're feeling I can find medicine."

The urge to cry is real.

"I'm wheezing, my head hurts, this allergy is kicking my ass, I feel shame, disgust, calamity."

"Need a hug?" Even without an answer, my friend holds me. "Zaynie got truly worried about you."

To know this makes me wanna cry even more. What the hell? What will happen the next time we see each other? What should attack me? I mean, if I'd be brave enough to accept or suggest something else.

"She said that will come to visit you today, if you want to."

Oh.

I have to sit up again forcing my friend to push away, so I can cough on my elbow.

"I'll bring you some painkillers, allergy medicine, and your inhaler too." Louis gets up.

Meanwhile I stay here, coughing so bad until I run out of breath.

"Liam." I get called then I turn my head up. Louis hands me my two inhalators and crouches in front of me with a glass of water. I just use one.

I need some puffs until my breath starts to sound more regular, and this just made me even more tired. I would appreciate go back to sleep.

"Pills now." Lou puts four on my hand and I just swallow them, don't asking anything. "For now you should rest a bit more, yeah?"

"Gotta go bed. Thanks, bro." I get up slowly and change rooms.

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ZAYNIE'S POV

How is it possible? Really. I wish I could get a little peace, it doesn't have to be too big! So I could sleep relaxing, laying in my bed, taking a rest, but it seems that Khalil hasn't finished his celebration yet. I feel exhausted.

My headache is far way for being just a hangover, I think it's more about this noise pollution and that low quality vision for too long. If I went to sleep in another place I'm sure that I would feel better. With another place I'm referring to one specific: Liam's home. It's not that I'm intimate enough or was even invited, it's only about my will to.