Only You [Ziam Mayne Fanfic, BoyxBoy]

Chapter 16- Dreaming.

A/N- Short and terribly written!

Chapter 16- Dreaming.

・・ ・・ Zayn's P.O.V. ・・ ・・ ・・

"You're ignoring me."

"No I'm not.."

I gave 'Liam' a surprised look and sat back from him, giving him a good, hard look. I'd thought he'd been perfect in real life, in my dreams he got even more.. Perfect. Not a blemish, pore, mark, out of place hair... Nothing. Everything fell perfectly into place with this Liam. Don't get me wrong, real Liam was still as beautiful as the day I met him.. But this Liam was just, different. It wasn't cheating, I was with another man in my dreams, though technically it was Liam. Just different. Better, in every way.

"Not me me. The real Liam Payne."

"No I'm not."

I heard a loud sigh from besides me and met those gorgeous brown orbs of his.

"You barely talk to him- well me- anymore. And when you do you freak out. Zayn, you can't do that. If you want this... Any of it, you both have to die. Not just you."

He took my hand and pressed it against his chest. His skin was cold through the fabric of his shirt, and felt more like a sheet, rippling at my touch and threatening to give way if I pushed too hard.

"Zayn..."

He gave me a soft, reassuring smile before looking around him at the scene that played us through my mind.

We- the dream us. Which is basically a movie for me and the dream Liam, just watching what we could have. They were both on my regular bed, from the real world, just watching tv, both shirtless, hand-in-hand and smiling like idiots. They'd share kisses, giggle and shove like the way Liam and I used to before management sent their hell spawn. Just the memory was enough to make all my doubt about the double suicide melt away. I knew this was right, I knew this was for the best. If I ever wanted a future with Liam I had to do this.

I looked back at dream Liam and smiled.

"I have to wake up soon."

"Talk to me, but don't say anything about the whole death thing."

I nodded, smiling brightly at him.

"I won't, promise."

I pressed my lips against his cold paper like ones and quickly pulled back. Still not used to the feeling I stood up and waved a final goodbye to him, he waved back. Smiling and mouthing 'Forever' to me. With a final look at him, I shut my eyes and count to ten.

On the tenth digit I opened my eyes and found myself in my room, facing the ceiling with a smile on my face.

The dreams, to me weren't dreams. I knew they weren't, they felt too real and I could control when I woke up and if I wanted to feel or not. I knew they were real, that it was a real angel visiting me at night. It made sense to me, it all made sense.

Dream Liam would talk to me all the time. When we were on stage he'd always comment on my high notes and gently rub my back if I got nervous. No dream could do that.

I sat up and got out of bed with an unnatural smile plastered over my face, only dream Liam could do this. Nothing else in life made sense but him. Sliding out of yesterday's clothes, which I'd slept in, I slipped into new sweatpants and a simple white tee.

We had the day off and were in California, the boys would be out partying. Well maybe. Not that I really cared, today was dream Liam's day. He told me how we should kill ourselves, to be happy, and I agreed with him. The idea sounded nice almost. Together, just me and him with a bottle of painkillers.