Through The Dark - Ziam/Niam

Through The Dark-Ziam

Liam's POV:

'And do you.... Liam James Payne?' the vicar asked me. My breath hitched unpleasantly in my dry throat. I felt sweat bead my forehead, and my knees shake badly, as I stared into Danielle's sparkling eyes. I didn't want this... I didn't want this...

'Liam? Do you take Danielle to be your wife until death do you part?' the vicar asked. Tears blurred my vision, and I looked down, shaking my head.

'No. No I do not' I whispered. Danielle dropped her hand frommy grip. I looked back up at her. She was shaking her head wildly at me, looking as if she wanted to die. I tried to reach for her hand again, but she snatched away from me as if I was deadly.

'Don't touch me!' she cried. She gave me one, melodramatic look, and then she stormed off the alter, and ran down the aisle, and slammed open the doors of the cathedral. I began to pant, disgusted with myself. What had I just done?

People began to stand up, and chase after Dani, or just leave. Soon, the whole cathedral had emptied out into a cold silence, with me, the vicar, the rest of the boys and the dust to keep me company. I plodded down the alter steps, in a dream like trance, and looked up at the boys.

They all looked shocked. I was shocked and disgusted with myself. I had just ruined Dani's life. I could have been her only chance of success and a happy life, and I snatched it away from her. I stumbled, and sat down heavily on the steps, and beried my head in my hands, and let the tears fall.

They pattered onto the stone floor, the sounds echoing throughout the whole, empty, cold place. I jumped violently, when I felt a small shock got through my body, but it was only Zayn.

He sat down, next to me, and held his arm round my shoulders. It felt strangely amazing. Just amazing. I leaned into his chest, and cried into his shirt.

'Why, Liam? Why did you do that?' he whispered, holding his hand firmly over my wrist and gripping it tight. Whoa gosh. That was good.

'I... I don't love her like I thought I did, Zayn' I whispered, my voice thick from tears. 'It's so hard to explain. What will people think of me?'

'Don't think of that now, Li' he murmured, shifting his fingers from my wrist, to lock round my own palm. He played with my fingers lovingly, then stopped, and held me tighter it was hard to breathe. But I didn't complain. His touch was the only thing I needed now. 

Silence hung around us like a heavy rain cloud, and all I could hear was the soft footsteps of the vicar leaving the hall, and me and Zayn's breathing. I liked that sound.

But so many times had I woken up to hear Danielle's soft breathing, and I had loved it. I used to spend hours in the morning playing with her curly hair, listening to her steady breathing, until she would wake up to my lips, and we would play under the sheets of my bed in the pale morning sunshine.

I thought we were forever. But that kind of forever could never last as long as I would want it to.

'Shhh, shh' Zayn whispered, smothering his finger tips in my hair, playing with everyone of my chestnut strands. It sent shivers shooting up my cold spine, like a million spiders.

'She will move on, Liam. So will you' I heard Louis say. It took me a while to realise I had had my eyes shut, just savouring the feel of Zayn's fingertips, and I had totally forgotten about my surroundings.

I nodded my head very slowly, and, with all the strength I had left in me, I got up, and walked over to the rest of the boys. The all engulfed me in a huge, familiar hug, and I breathed in all their musky scents, feeling right at home.