Over Again

Chapter 9

Liam's P.O.V.

 

                What am I looking at?

As soon as I noticed that I was looking at Zayn's collapsed form I instantly came to his side.

"What happened Zayn? Are you alright?" I said in a panicky voice.

I waited for about infinity before he answered. I tried to check for a pulse hoping he's still alive and THANK GOODNESS, there still was a pulse.

I shook him and earned a groan. "mmmhmmhmmhmh."

"Thank God you're alright. Why are you just standing and not....." I was cut off when Harry grabbed my collar, forcing me to stand.

"What did you do? Why did you say to him?" anger clearly emanating from his voice.

"Come down you two! Come down." Trisha put her hands on both our shoulders trying to come both of us down but personally harry needed it more. I thought he was going to punch me. Why is he so angry anyways?

                Harry put me down, and all the lads and I took Zayn to the couch.

We all stared at him a little longer and Harry's deep and slow voice broke the never ending silence, "What did you do Liam?" he said calmer than before but still a hint of anger.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." I responded with regret

"And why the hell not?!" He said a little louder but Louis came to his side and stroke his back trying to calm down the resentment in him.

"Just tell us Liam please." Niall said with a sad, pleading voice.

Shit! I can't stand any of my mates being upset but I knew I did this and I can't do anything. I just shook my head.

"I can't tell you because I would be betraying Zayn."

The boys looked at each other and just walked to the kitchen. Leaving me and Zayn's family.

"Waliyah, could you please and Safah eat your breakfast. You might get late for school." Trisha told her daughters. The two walked with blank expressions and disappeared through the door.

"I need to talk you please. I know Zayn told you of his secret." I said simply

The two drew surprised expressions but after a second straightened up and nodded.

We sat on the chairs near Zayn and spoke softly so that no one will hear the conversation we will be having. "I overheard your conversation with Zayn yesterday and I called him to my room to talk about it. I admitted something to him to keep him calm but it didn't work. He yelled and drove away. I knew, if I called him he wouldn't even pick up so rationally I decided to wait for him until he gets home but it was really late but he still wasn't home. That's all that happened last night."

"I didn't even hear the yelling last night." Trisha told me

"Neither did I" Doniya said

Clearly they were surprised that they weren't able to wake up during such an eventful nigh.t

"That doesn't matter right now. The point is, how can I fix this?"  I tried to ask the two clearly that should know something because no one knew Zayn better than his family.

"I'm sorry we don't know. I guess the best thing to do is sort this out with Zayn." Doniya informed and Trisha agreed to the advice of her daughter. They both left me and went to follow others in the kitchen.

I stared at Zayn who was lying on the sofa opposite of me. I took all his features. His long eyelashes that sway at the softest breeze, his soft, pink, plump lips, his tanned olive skin which was in perfect contrast to all his curves and edges, his dark hair which always stayed the same no matter how much he goes through, always in that perfect quiff that I love. Love? Was it really that? I guess that answers all my other questions but do I really love him? I mean I do want to always stay by him. I came closer to where Zayn was trying to look at more details to his beautiful face. I want to be always near him. I want to protect him. I want to hold him in my arms and let him feel how much he means to me.

My face only centimeters from his face, my lips inching to his when suddenly his beautiful golden hazel eyes appeared signaling his awareness to me. I moved backward and instantly hugged him. "Oh, thank God, your awake." He pushed me off him and went straight to his room.

Once again. Alone. A term almost familiar to me at this point.

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