Liam was going to swear off of alcohol.
Even after a day, he felt dizzy, and the heaviness in his head hadn't decreased a bit. He was still at Louis's apartment, he was about to leave the night before, but seeing the state that he was in- the husbands didn't let him.
Liam had no clue what the next step would be.
Was he supposed to go to work and pretend that nothing ever happened between him and Zayn?
Was he supposed to put up a facade once again?
Was Zayn going to do the same?
The thought of Zayn acting like the two of them were nothing but colleagues sent a sharp pain in Liam's chest. He couldn't go back to being just that, not anymore.
He wanted to talk to him, to sort out their problems but he didn't know what to say. Zayn had so clearly stated that he wanted to stop whatever was going on between them, and for a valid reason that Liam couldn't even blame him for. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt, though.
He wasn't mad at Zayn for wanting to put a stop to them being together, he understood where the man was coming from. The last thing Liam wanted was for Zayn to get fired.
But the thing that made him angry was when Zayn said Liam didn't know what it was like to work hard for something. Liam was aware that he was extremely privileged, but that did not mean he sat on his ass all day. He had been working an entry-level job for a year, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. And that counted. He was more than what was in his or his parents' bank balance. And he was still hurt by Zayn belittling him like that.
Liam didn't have the strength nor the motivation to get out of bed. He stayed in there until Harry got back from work. All Liam did was stare at the walls or the ceiling and blame himself for breaking the one rule that he had. For getting attached to a man after what had happened with his ex. For years, he had stayed behind his walls with his guard up, and the one time he didn't..
Well, not like it mattered anymore. It was too late.
He was right. Everything ends. And he was heartbroken all over again.
Liam didn't even know how or when his feelings for Zayn grew so strong. All he wanted was to just sleep with him.
No strings attached whatsoever. But now there he was... lying in bed, depressed, wondering how he was going to pull himself out of this pit that he had dug with his own two hands.
"Liam?" Harry called out as he opened the door after knocking twice. Liam just grunted in response. "Have you eaten anything?"
"No," Liam muttered.
"Dude, come on," Harry frowned. "You haven't eaten in... almost two days now. And you usually devour our fridge when you stay over."
"I'm not hungry" Liam replied. He knew he was acting bratty, but he couldn't care less about that.
"Alright, time to stop being a little bitch," Harry said sternly as he folded his arms in front of his chest.
"I'll make you some grilled cheese sandwiches, okay? And you're going to eat them."
"Or what?"
"Or I'm going to tell Louis that you were the one that spilled wine over his favorite shirt last new year" Harry threatened.
"How did you- alright, I'm getting up," Liam
sighed.
"And take a shower, please? You stink," Harry said, scrunching up his nose.
