Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Louis

I'm watching him cook, swinging his body around the kitchen and I just can't believe he's mine. When did I get so lucky? Do I even deserve him? His love? Him? 

Maybe I do.

Maybe I do deserve someone showing me how love feels. How it is to have someone to go to when life is shit. How it is to have someone you trust with all your heart. 

Well I don't know if I deserve him but I definitely need him.

"Babe?" He gets my attention and I look at him "Does Zayn have any friends?" He asks and I frown slightly. 

Liam

"Yes, love, Liam is his best friend" I say and he pouts "And where is he?" He asks and my heart melts, he's so cute when he pouts. "I don't know my love, he usually would've been glued to his side." I say and he raises his eyebrows "was he your best friend too?" I nod "Yeah" I answer shortly and he sits next to me. 

"Okay tell me what happened so I can know how to take the situation." He says like a very concerned parent and I giggle and clear my throat. So they were my best friends for about five years. We've shared good and bad and memories and happiness. We were really close. Then Zayn told me he fell in love with me and I told him I never saw him for more than a friend and I told him what I believed, that love requires too much trust and I can't give that. And he started to get mad. He yelled and threatened me that he will ruin any relationship I'll have so I told him to leave and leave me alone. I didn't think Liam would leave too because I had nothing with him. He was always very understanding and all that. But he did… and they left me alone… this is the first time I've seen him after two years."

"And Liam?" Harry asks quietly and I shrug. "I haven't talked to him since then."

Harry frowns hard and looks at me "And he said nothing when he left?" 

"He did… he said something like, "I'm sorry but I have to be there for him. Sorry." That's all he said." I say and Harry looks down at his hands biting his lips.

He's thinking. 

"Zayn…" He stops and looks at me "I hate to assume but Zayn's wrists are full of cuts, which leads me to self harm. At the same time he was given an IV before, not so long before. And at the same time, he has bruises at his wrists and his feet, which leads me to rope around them. Zayn's not healthy. Mentally. Physically, he's perfect, but I don't think he's healthy, babe… on his arm are scratches…" He sighs and I freeze.

"No." I whisper and I rub the back of my head. "Do you think he's been abused?" I ask and Harry shakes his head. "No, those scratches were made by someone who was trying to escape…" 

My body goes cold. I look after my phone and whisper a big "shit" grabbing the phone. "What if it's Liam?" I ask scared and Harry bites his lips "Do you have his phone number?" 

"I-I don't know if it's the good one. Omg" I'm freaking out. Could Zayn really do that? I honestly hope Harry is mistaken here. I really hope that. And it calls. 

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

"Hello this is Liam" I hear his voice "Liam hi" but soon enough I'm interrupted by his voice again "Please leave a message. I might be busy." I end the call and put my hand over my forehead. 

"He always answers… he…" I start to say and fall on the chair. "What if he's dead?" I ask and Harry hugs me to his chest letting me sink in his arms. He just knows how to calm me down. He takes the phone and rubs his hand up and down my back. It's so comforting. 

"Hi, Carla! Sorry for bothering you. Look, I've sent you a phone number can you please check the location?" I look at him, he's so smart. "No, nothing bad happened, it's just one old friend and I wonder if he is living where I remember he does. I know it's not too urgent but can you please?"