I Won't Mind - Ziam (major editing)

Chapter 11

I keep walking round and round in my room, not knowing what to do with being caught like this. I just want Liam to be okay. I want us to be okay. It is suck when you can't just come out easily without getting to pay the bill. And after all, these all are too risky.

I sigh, palming my face. I miss Liam.

Liam's POV

They're all genius. Making my relationship with Sophia Smith looking as real as fuck. And I'm too lost to get out of this silly game. To be honest, I am so fed up with all of this situation. I just want to come out and be with Zayn. But unfortunately, it can't be that easy. It's going to ruin everything about the band. I also think about Zayn, many people already hate him. I don't want to add some more trouble into his life. It's all enough even too much for him.

I don't even get it why people put all their hates on Zayn. He's such a big hearted man though he will never admit it, but seriously, he is. Zayn is so strong, I sometimes envy him and wonder how he can be that strong. All trouble he had, he faces them all by himself.

I'm looking down at the land that thousand feet under, hoping I could just take Zayn with me here high above in the sky.

Hours later, the plane gets to landing. Once I finally can drag my feet back onto the ground, I walk inside the airport and pulling my phone out, turning it on. I quickly tapping on my phone screen, sending a message to Zayn.

To: Zayn
I'm already here, miss u so bad :(

It's an hour difference between here and London. I check my watch, it reads 10.34 am. I guess Zaynie was having breakfast right now. I wonder if he cooks or calls for a delivery or going out to having a meal. I wonder what menu he was eating now. I wonder if he was already took a shower or not, with cold or warm water.

I'm too deeply in love with him and I can't help it. Every little thing he does making me lost in my own mind. I just want to be his and I want him to be mine. Sometimes it gets me stressed, of how I can't be free with my ownself. I'm always under the rules.

I'm thinking about quit the band. But that will causing dramas all over again to the fans. And I can't just bring people down to their sadness. I can't let those beautiful people down. But in fact, myself needs some freedom to be in love and to be loved, properly. Not with some stunts like this.

I want my love life to be real, I want it to raise up in the air. I want to holding hands with Zayn in public, even kissing in front of anyone. I want to tell the world that I'm in love with this guy and see how many people will support us. I want us to be tied tightly in our engagement rings. I want to have a family with him. I want to be a good father and good husband at the same time.

I just want to be a normal person, without some cameras snapping pictures of me, without many people chasing after me everytime I went out by myself, without medias talking about me.

But it's been this long. Five years weren't a short time to regret everything. It's long enough to be thankful and enjoy everything I have got.

Now I realize, what I feel is just as same as what Zayn felt about his life.

Once I get my luggage, I walk out of the airport and waiting for my people to come and pick me up. There is so many paparazzi here, I know they're following me by and I don't bother to stay quiet at my place.

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It's quiet boring here. They want me and Sophia to look real but they keep following me. I feel like they're eyeing my every move. This is so uncomfortable, so I choose to seperate myself from her.

I pull my phone out and there's a new message and some missed calls from Zayn. I quickly dial his number and wait for him to answer the call.

"Liam?" he answers.

"Zayn,"

He clears his throat, his voice is harse. I know he has been crying. "I'm sorry" I manage to say.

"Me too.."

There's silence following after. But then I decide to start again, "Zayn,"

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?" I bite my lip, my heart is beating rapidly.

"Sure, about what?" and then my heart goes wilder and wilder until I can only hear my beating heart.

"Liam?" he calls out, bringing me back to life.

I take a deep breath, I can feel sweat comes dripping from my forehead. Do I have to say this now? Am I sure about it? Am I still sane?

"I think I want to come out."

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