if you're reading this, it's too late. [ziam]

company.

description: where liam thinks zayn is too good for him.

includes: r&bsinger!liam, twink!zayn, (former) stripper!zayn

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"i don't deserve her, she's just a little too perfect, she's just a little too worth it..

i don't deserve her at all, no not at all."

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his eyes fluttered open, the light peaking from behind the blinds. the faint smell of coffee and food slowly coming into his bedroom due to the door being slightly open. the space next to him was empty. leaving him naked under the thin velvet colored covers on his large bed alone.

he sighed and checked the digital clock that sat on his bedside table. it showing 9:24 am. it was early, very early for liam's liking. but he didn't mind as much now.

liam slowly sits up and walks toward his dresser, getting briefs and grabbing his basketball shorts that laid on the floor. he puts them on and walks out the large bedroom.

he slowly walks down the stair case and see's a tan body in the kitchen, fixing up two plates that looked to be pancakes.

he leaned against the wall, his arms folded against his chest and looks at the man with a smirk on his face.

"morning baby boy." liam says, chuckling as he see's the beautiful boy jump slightly.

"o-oh morning, i made us some breakfast." zayn smiles, feeling liam's arms wrap around his slim waist. his lips nibbling this neck.

liam hums and plants sweet wet kisses along zayn's neck, smiling at all the love bites from last night when he pulls away. "looks delicious."

zayn blushes as he turns around, his back against the counter and wraps his arms around liam's neck. "thank you."

"i have gotten too use to this." liam whispers, meeting eyes with the smaller boy.

"is that bad?" zayn questions, him biting his lip.

liam chuckles, "yes and no."

zayn furrows his eyebrows, confused. "what?"

liam frowns "nothing."

"tell me." zayn purses his lips.

liam sighs, "i just, what if one day you leave me? i don't deserve you. you're too good for me and one day you're going to realize that, realize that i'm not who you want to be with." liam pulls away and walks toward the already set table of food, not bothering to take a seat.

"huh? liam why would you think that?" zayn frowns.

"i only text you, i never call. you deserve better than that. you deserve someone way better than me. someone who can treat you way better than i can. someone who can be there for you. with me touring and traveling i can't be here for you. hell, you're too fucking good for me. i should propose to you, but we're on different terms and shit." liam keeps his voice steady, not wanting to raise his voice or to break. he couldn't meet with zayn's eyes. too afraid to see his reaction.

"you really think all if that?" zayn asked, his eyes beginning to fill with tears.

liam stays silent.

"i love you, how many times do i have to tell you? i'm not going to leave you." zayn says.

"i think it's best if you do. i'm not going to see you for another five months since i leave for tour in two days." liam pinches the bridge of his nose.

"that's what you want? you want me to just leave? you want me to just fucking leave you liam?" zayn questions, tears already coming down his cheeks.

"that's the best for the both of us."

"fine." zayn wipes his tears with the back of his hand, slowly walking out the kitchen.

"i'm sorry." liam quietly whispers.

"i'm just going to grab my stuff and go." zayn sniffs.

and since that morning, liam hasn't seen, texted or called (not like he called him anyway.) zayn since that day. liam was pissed, at himself to let someone so beautiful, compassionate, and loving step out of his life. but it was too late to go back now.

liam was in a strip club, a cup of water in his hand. (he refused to drink.) niall, his best friend (and producer), had forced him to get out of the tour bus to 'get his life together'.

liam brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, his face holding a mad expression.

"oi payno! grab a drink mate, you need one." niall pats liam's back.

"get back to snogging your boyfriend." liam grumbles.

"harry went to go get more drinks. now please, tell me what's wrong now?" niall chuckles.

liam rolls his eyes. "nothing."

"oh it's something. the liam i knew would enjoy himself on nights like these. you would be throwing money around to those strippers on those poles." niall says.

"well, get use to this liam."

"liam.... you need to get over him." niall softly says. liam had told niall everything that happened, how he felt and how much regret he feels.

liam doesn't say anything, only circling his finger around the rim of the cup. lights were flashing different colors, smoke filling the air, and music boomed through the club.

all of that reminding him of one person, him. he is remembering how they met, at a club, a club somewhere in london. he remembers how he first saw him dancing on a pole, lost in the way the boy moved so perfectly.

that boy had made liam come to the club more often, just to see the raven haired boy dance. then after a couple of nights going to the club, liam had made the effort to talk to the boy. they spent months talking and meeting, all of it blossoming into something special.

that is until liam ruined it.

liam hesitantly reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone, unlocking it and going to zayn's contact. debating whether to call or text him. but knowing his actions too well he types a message and hovers his thumb over the send button. not knowing if he should send it.

to: Z

i need you..... i need some company.

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this sucked shit, it really did.

but there will be a two parter for this okok. so either part two will be after this or written later on...

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