Sweet Cheat (Ziam fanfic)

Chapter 7

"And I know,

That you got everything

But I got nothing here without you baby

So one last time

I need to be the one who takes you home"

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"You selfish, married twat! "

Liam spat out harshly. This was not exactly the reaction Zayn had been waiting nervously for. Zayn looked around at the trimmed hedges, the pool lights, his belt buckle, anything but Liam's face.

" And to expect me to tell you... Urgh!"

He felt his heart beat rise up and blood thump in his ears. The pool's ripples reflected on Liam's frowning features. This increased the dizzy feeling Zayn had had since he saw him in the garden.

"It had to be done Li. I was under a lot of pressure from..."

"Save it! Actions speak louder Zayn. Besides, I'm with Soph now "

Zayn instantly dropped his head at hearing this. He tried to breathe and calm down but felt even more light-headed than before.

Maybe he had stretched himself too far with his jog that day. Maybe it was the line of coke he had snorted in the car; he could be having a reaction. Or it could be Liam's hurtful words. His nose and throat felt like it was coated in stinging glue. Whatever the cause, Zayn couldn't ignore the pain and the vertigo.

" I don't feel okay" He said, clutching his head.

There was an overwhelming need to lie down.

" That makes two of us doesn't' it?" He heard Liam say, as his vision blurred for a split second.

" I feel like I'm about pass out"

Next thing Zayn realises is he's being helped upstairs by Liam's sturdy arms, his own limp head on his hot shoulder. The closeness of his body and his serious expression, warmed Zayn. It looked like he still cared. Zayn felt himself recovering fast, but exaggerated being limp and lifeless a little bit longer to draw him closer.

They could hear Simon's loud voice rambling downstairs. They heard the guests' roaring laughter as they got to a quiet room upstairs, probably Simon's bedroom judging from a large framed photo of him and his wife. The room was only lit by lampshades by the bed. Liam gently placed him on a pillow. It may not have been in his plan, but he had managed to get him and Liam in a room, while there was a party downstairs. He felt cautiously happy that Liam hadn't run off and was with him.

"You okay? Too much alcohol I guess" His voice sounded calm. The bed sank where Liam sat and watched Zayn. He was lying down, his hair disheveled, and looking fragile. He stroked the side of his head with one tattooed hand.

"I'm fine now. Now that you are next to me again" Zayn could't help sounding cheesy and he didn't care if he was taken, now that Liam was near.

" Were you pretending to be sick?... Just to get me up here?" Liam flung his hands up in disbelief. He felt tricked.

" I Don't know. I was sick...A little at first...maybe"

Zayn was a terrible at explaining things like this without stuttering. So he just sank deeper in the sand by trying to be completely honest.

"Should've just lied" he thought.

" I don't believe this!" Liam was disappointed that Zayn had him worried for his health.