3 Rounds Reloaded//Ziam

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Hey loves. You know what I just realized? Niall isn't on the cover for Three Rounds Reloaded.. shame on me. So for part of the story I had an idea and it ties into why Zayn is behaving the way he does and sees a therapist. Little bits and Pieces will be revealed through chapters until I finally decide it should be said. Feel free to guess what's going on with our favorite drug dealing model. All I can say is he's like a certain character in Skins. Anyways enjoy the chapter dolls and make sure to answer the question of the chapter X.

Q: If you were stranded on an island what five people (dead or alive) would you want to be stranded with?
My Answer: Zayn (of course), Ruby Rose, Kristen Stewart, Ed Sheeran and Audrey Hepburn

I only call you when it's half past five

The only time that I'll be by, your, side

I only love you when you touch me, not feel me

 When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

The weeknd//The hills

Zayn's heart thudded roughly in his chest. The boy felt like he was struggling to breathe and he didn't like the feeling. His entire body ached and his head spun. The Bradford bad boy was currently tucked under a thick mountain of blankets, kindly laid out by Perrie. Zayn always thought about how sweet she was and how he couldn't ask for a better person to be by his side the past few years.

"How are you feeling, Z?" Perrie glanced over at the boy, her body cuddled into his back as she listened to his dull heartbeat.

"Like utter shit." He responded bluntly with a shrug of his shoulders.

"That's one of the side effects of not taking the pulls your psychiatrist prescribed." Perrie murmured, going down the list in her head. Chills, cold sweats, coughing, headaches, chest pains. All of the symptoms associated with stopping the pills he had been taking for months. "Just take a bloody tablet Zayn. Stop this." The girl shook her head, knowing he was basically starving himself of the medicine on purpose.

"Leave me alone." He sighed, turning over to look at her and shutting his eyes. "I'm suicidal and depressed. I'm gonna die in my bed." Zayn mumbled, over exaggerating his words a bit.

Perrie grimaced slightly, shaking her head and rubbing at her face. She knew the sucidial words were a result of Zayn not taking his medicine and Zayn not taking his medicine was a result of Liam fucking him and leaving yet again. Still, she couldn't help but to worry.

"That's it. Let's go." Perrie kicked the duvet off and scrambled out of bed. She held her hand out for the dark haired boy, tugging him down the stairs and into the TV room. After about thirty minutes Perrie had a pizza delivered and half of the room draped with duvet sheets like some secret fort. They were both under the thin sheets, sitting across from each other and stuffing their faces with Pizza.  Perrie was sitting criss crossed, nibbling at her fair share of pizza. "Z..eat something please." The girl frowned, rubbing small circles into the tanned boys shoulders. She would be lying if she said she wasn't worried about her best friend. To be quite honest she felt as if the boy was going off the deep end.

She nuzzled her nose against his neck. The girl trying her hardest to perk him up. Sure, Perrie wasn't dating Zayn but she sure as hell would do anything to make her boy happy. "When I was younger we were doing finger paints in class.." Zayn began, tugging his fingers through his messy black quiff. "I remember always being the kid to grab the black paint and have at it." A wry smirk pulled up onto the boy's lips, a sly smirk perked onto the corners of his lips. "I would artfully dip my fingers in the black paint and paint like Picasso. The teacher would tell us to paint our feelings and I would smear black blobs and swirls onto the clean white paper. Every teacher would give me a concerned look and call my parents in a second." The boy chuckled, blinking back the water from his eyes. Perrie didn't exactly know what Zayn was getting at and it scared her that the boy was beginning to cry. "And every time my mum got the call she would be alarmed and upset..but it was almost like she knew it." The boy's voice was hoarse as quiet whimpers escaped his lips. "It was almost like she knew something was off...like she knew he son was odd and there was nothing she could have done."

Suddenly Zayn began to break down. Soft cries coming from the dark haired boy as his face was buried into his hands. Perrie had been silent the entire time Zayn spoke, her heart thumping in her chest as she watched the boy. "Come here." She whispered, opening her arms and pulling the sobbing boy into her arms.

"I always knew something was wrong." The boy whimpered, practically choking on his words.

Perrie opened her mouth to speak, her arms wrapped around Zayn as his body was pressed into her's. "You know how it's sunny outside and then it just randomly starts to rain?" Perrie nibbled at her bottom lip, wondering why her words came out so strange. "That weird sun rain stuff...Basically what i'm trying to say is sometimes it just rains. It just rains out of no where yet, it's still sunny."

"What are you trying to say?" Zayn whispered, his voice hoarse as his brown eyes locked with Perrie's blue eyes and he tried to wipe away tears.

"I am trying to say that sometimes it rains Zayn! Sometimes it fucking pours even though it's still sunny outside. It's never fair when rain fucking ruins the sun. You have rain ruining your sun Z..but you have the choice to deal with it. Abandoning the therapy and your medicine isn't going to help block out the rain. It's just going to dull the sun until there is no more sun."

Zayn started up at Perrie, the blonde made no fucking sense but he didn't care. "I don't want to keep going." The boy whispered, his fingers laced with Perrie's as he avoided her eyes. "I don't want him to keep messing with my head when I can't even figure out what the hell is going on up there." He sobbed, turning over and pressing his face in the girls chest.

Perrie simply nodding, rubbing his shoulders and holding the boy close. She tried to think off something to say to her sobbing best friend as he had some kind of break down about Liam. Yet there was nothing, nothing she could do to help. So instead she just held Zayn and let him cry it out.

.......

"Baby!" A flash of brown curls invaded Liam's senses. The boy chuckled, lifting the dancer into his arms as she came bounding over.

"Good morning." He whispered, his hands rested her hips. It mystified Liam, he didn't understand why either of them had come back to each other. Maybe it was for Arabella or maybe they were stupid, or maybe Liam just didn't want to be alone. Either way here they were, two weeks after their fight, pretending that everything was perfect.

Liam pressed a kiss to her Danielle's lips, letting the girl pull his face in closer. Liam loved Danielle, he really loved her but their lips didn't connect anymore. Kissing her didn't feel as electric as it used to. The boy didn't like that at all. It scared him to death to think that he felt nothing for her anymore. Their relationship had been fake these last few weeks, only for show and for comfort but Liam just didn't love her like he did before.

"Dani.." He pulled away, his puppy dog eyes sad as he stared at the girl. Liam began to speak but Danielle simply shut it down.

"Stop. You don't have to talk because I already know what you're going to say. I've been waiting and waiting for you to tell me. Liam I know what you're feeling because I'm feeling the exact same thing. I know we're trying for Bella's sake but I can't anymore. I can't keep pretending."

"So that's that. It's done just like that?" Liam asked slowly, arching a dark eyebrow.

"I fucked your best friend and you fucked Zayn..I don't think our relationship could die anymore." Danielle whispered, her voice wavering. "I really really really don't want let us go. But i'm not pretending anymore Li. I love you and I love our little family but we can't do this anymore." She whispered, taking a step back.

"I'm going to take Bella to my mum's for a bit. Just give us some time to settle until we decide what day's you want to see her." Liam wrapped his arms around her petite body, kissing her forehead and then letting go.

"I know this sounds like some cheesy movie line but...Go get him Liam. Go get Zayn and this time don't mess it up."