S(l)ave Me

XVIII

Happy #SlaveMeThursday!! I feel like a week a waaaay too long between posts and I just want the write the rest of the story right NOW! But alas, self-control is something I strive for and I want this to be done right.

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Liam was glowing by the time his session with Cecilia was done. She'd sat back quietly for most of it, jotting down notes in her notebook while Zayn and Liam went on and on about Liam's perfect day. It wasn't until they were standing again and Cecilia spoke up that Liam remembered himself.

"So, I'll just give you a copy of all my notes and you can run them by your Master for approval before I book anything."

"My Master," Liam repeated numbly. "Of course."

Zayn's hand fell from its rightful place on Liam's lower back and fell to his own side. "Thank you for your time Cecilia." He reached a hand out to shake with the planner before leaning in a bit closer and saying. "I trust you to keep this between us."

Cecilia smiled kindly, almost sadly, and assured, "Have I ever betrayed your trust before, Zayn?"

"No, of course, not. Thank you."

They started to walk out together, but Cecilia stopped them. "But, knowing Marcus, I do advise you two to leave separately. And please, be careful."

Zayn nodded in agreement. "Can you give us a moment?" he asked the woman. Cecilia gave him a terse nod and left the room. Zayn turned to find a very nervous looking Liam looking at him for direction. "Oh, baby," he cooed and brought Liam into a hug. "It'll be okay. You'll have your dream day."

"But I want it with you," he whispered into Zayn's shoulder.

"I know, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens."

They stayed wrapped in each other for a while, just feeling the warmth between them and begging the other not to leaving with firm presses of their fingers and silent thoughts of love. Finally Liam asked, "Is Marcus really that bad? Everyone is so scared of him, I am too, but I don't know why."

Zayn leaned back to look Liam in the eye. "That's the way he works. I've never been scared of Marcus particularly, but I suppose that's because I've never done anything to put myself on Marcus' bad side."

"Until me," Liam finished his unspoken words.

"I don't regret it, Liam. I'll cross him again and again, I'll take whatever I have to, do what I have to. I'm so sorry for letting this get too far."

"Take it further, sir."

Zayn smirked and ran a palm down Liam's soft cheek. "To the very end, baby." Zayn stepped back before things got heated again. "You should leave first. They'll be watching you."

"I don't want to go back home to him."

"You're not. Your home is not with him. You're just biding your time until you can come home to me."

Liam smiled sadly. "Where was this Master when I needed him?"

The words were true and the question was one that Zayn had asked himself a million times, but hearing Liam say it sent a cold shiver of pain through his chest. "I'm sorry. I'll never be sorry enough for doing this to you."

"I hate your stupid system. It was wrong." Liam had unshed tears in his eyes and his voice had gone scratchy with the weight of his sadness.

"It's not perfect, I know that. But it matched Niall and Harry so it can't be all bad right."