[eng] Leave My Shit Outside ; Ziam

Z ; SWEET LIFE, THE SWEET LIFE, SWEETIE PIE

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LIAM'S POV

I get up slowly and follow to the bathroom. I think that it will be more efficient to use the sink than a tissue to blow my nose this time. What a mess.

I close the door and open the faucet. Besides I hadn't taken any box or furniture, I feel exhausted because of Zaynie's home moving. We've been on this mission since morning with no break. My body hurts.

I finish what I came to do and get back to my living room. Zaynie looks at me with affection, raising that joint she was rolling. I smile at her in response before taking a seat.

"Louis left the school, he's coming."

"Nice." I say. "We're going to wait for him to smoke?"

"No." Zaynie smiles then burns the joint.

"When he comes we can do another one." Niall suggests. "Or force him to roll one more."

"Sounds good." I agree.

"Did you see that Conan Gray is going to do a concert this month? Damn, if I could pay the ticket with a blowjob, I would." Zaynie explains her wish, blowing the smoke.

"Uhm, not sure. There are people that don't wash their cock too well." Harry looks disgusted.

"Good point." Zy hands me a perfect spliff.

The last few months have been filled with new decisions. Both in my body health and in my mental health. To suffer that car accident made us kinda crazy, too worried about each other. Even if Zaynie hadn't been hurt physically, I felt worried anyway. The danger was imminent.

A difficult part has been dealing with my left arm and ribs, which affects my dominant hand directly. Even if I'm wearing a splint now, I don't feel confident. The good point is that I'm using this chance to increase my right hand skills. It hasn't been easy, but we keep going.

I do another puff on this joint before passing it to Khalil. The smoke seems to be bothering me again, I forgot what happened outside when I smoked Zaynie's cigarette. My reaction is to start coughing like there's no tomorrow. Outch! My ribs.

"Goddammit!" I recognize Niall's voice, but I'm not done yet.

"HATSHHHH! HATSHHHH! HATSHHHH! HATSHHEEEW! Ah." I rest my head on the armchair, holding my cracked rib.

"Bless you, angel. Need something?" Zaynie offers.

"Do not start sneezing, it would be great."

"Well, I can't help you too much I think." They says. "Or can I?"

"Don't think so." I do a tiny side smile. My energy is drowning with this malaise.

I recline the armchair, laying my body down while I'm searching for a better position, which is hard to find.

"Li, how do you want your tacos?" My partner asks after some time.

"Just like yours." I resume my speech.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep." I cough a little. "I think I need a painkiller, honey."

Zaynie gets up and kneels in front of me, touching my face while looking into my eyes. Her lips press a sweet kiss on my nose tip and another on my forehead.

"Do you want the stronger one or an Ibuprofen?" They asks while stands up, following to the kitchen.

"A stronger one." I embrace myself in the armchair. There's no comfortable position, all of them are uncomfortable.