Vogue Cover // Z.M.

Chapter Seven

Song: Chances- Five For Fighting^
Liam's P.O.V.-
The Next Day~
I looked out of my window with my phone next to me as I waited for Zayn. Something inside of me made me want to go back to the club; a lot more. Whenever I was with Zayn, I always had a good time and enjoyed myself. It was nice to have someone who actually cared about me.
Just then, my phone buzzed. It wasn't Zayn. It was Vogue.
I read the notification.
Congratulations! You and your model have been chosen for Vogue! We will have a meeting on September 29 held in Los Angeles, California! Each and every person working for Vogue as of now is very excited to meet the both of you! Until then, have a safe travel!
Today was August 23.
I jumped up from my sitting position and screamed.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled.
My mom walked into my room and saw me.
"Is everything okay?" She asked.
"Mom! Zayn and I were chosen for Vogue!" I grinned like a fool.
"That's awesome Hun! When will you be meeting everyone?"
I froze and stared, speechless.
"September 29th in L-Los Angeles, California." I finally spoke.
"Liam James Payne! LOS ANGELES!? Do you know how far that is!?" She asked angrily.
"Yes, I'm aware. Please let me go mom! I know that Zayn will be aloud and I can't let him go by himself!" I begged.
She sighed and hesitated, "Fine, but only if Zayn can go."
"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I cheered.
I pulled her in for a tight hug and she pulled away.
She smiled at me and kissed my forehead before walking out of my door.
"Goodnight my love." She said, closing the door behind her.
Finally, I could be alone with Zayn.
After a few minutes, my phone buzzed again. This time it was Zayn.
Z- I'm waiting in the back yard. Climb out of your window.
L- Coming. Let me grab a jacket.
I searched through my closet and found my black north face. Then, I turned my bedroom lights off before opening my window quietly. Thankfully, there was a ladder next to my window that led to the ground. I climbed onto the ladder and slowly shut my window before climbing down to the ground.
"Okay," I whispered. "I have to tell you something on the way there."
Zayn nodded and we began walking to the club.
"I have some really exciting news!" I exclaimed, zipping up my jacket halfway.
"Oh yeah?" Zayn asked looking over at me with his hands in his pockets.
"Zayn," I spoke, trying to calm myself before I could tell him. "V-Vogue accepted us!"
Zayn stopped in his tracks and took his hands out of his pockets.
"Are- Are you serious?" He gasped, surprised.
"Yes! I'm absolutely serious! I got a notification from them before you came to my house." I responded.
"Liam, this is amazing!" He grinned, pulling me in for a hug.
"Z-Zay- Too ti-tight!" I struggled in his arms.
"Oops, sorry." He pulled away, giggling.
We continued to walk to the club as I told him the details for the meeting and where it was. Although it was on September 29, we were going to land in Los Angeles around September 2nd.
The sound of the music from the club sounded all around the parking lot. Zayn and I walked side-by-side towards the doors. Paul was there again.
"You two? Again?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir." I stated normally.
"Alright," He sighed. "Come in."
Zayn and I nodded towards him and walked inside.
"Remember," Zayn whispered in my ear. "Stay with me."
Zayn smiled a mischievous grin before dragging me by the hand to a booth in the back of the club.
"Zayn," I said quietly. "What are you doing?"
He pushed me back into the booth before hovering over me.
"I just want you to have a little fun, like last night." He responded, laughing.
Of course, he would get back at me.
I tried to fight my way to flip us around so I was above him, but I failed. Zayn was strong; maybe a bit too strong tonight.
He unzipped my jacket completely and smiled. Then, he leaned closer to me and whispered into my ear, "I hope you don't mind me doing this."
A cold shiver ran down my back and I gulped.
He moved to my lips and brushed his against mine. The feeling of his lips against mine made me attracted to him. He placed a quick kiss on my lips before pulling away and licking his. Okay, that was hot.
There was one thing running through my mind this whole time though. Was this the right thing to do now?
I shrugged my thoughts out of my head and pulled Zayn closer to me so we were face-to-face again.
"I wouldn't be lying if I said that I liked that." I spoke, smiling.
He giggled before leaning down to kiss my lips again.
There it was once more. The warm, hot feeling in my body whenever his lips hit mine. But, I shouldn't be feeling this way.
I slowly pushed him off of me and looked around.
"What's wrong?" He asked, worried.
"N-Nothing." I said quietly. "Look, I enjoy being with you, but I don't think we should be doing this."
"What are you taking about?" He asked, chuckling slightly.
"I just can't do this, Zayn. This isn't us. You're the boy that all of the girls love and I'm a stupid and ga- a stupid nerd. I don't want you to be embarrassed or hurt by me." I told him.
"Liam, you've never embarrassed me and you never will," He paused for a minute before speaking up. "Look, ever since we met, you've been amazing to me. We've done everything together and you always make me smile. No girl has ever done that, not even the ones that I have dated. You-You made me the person I am today."
He got up off of me and I sat up, both of us sitting side-by-side.
"Thank you, for everything." Zayn quietly spoke, before sighing. "I guess that I never realized how much you've done for me. I'm also sorry for all of the times that I have snapped at you. I understand what you're going through, I know that you cut, I know that-" He stopped.
"You know what?" I asked him, confused.
"Nothing, nevermind." He mumbled.
"No, tell me." I sternly said.
"I know that you love someone." He muttered.
I froze and widened my eyes. What did he know? I haven't told anyone about this.
"Y-Y-You, what? I-I-" He cut me off.
"Liam, I know that you love someone. It's been bothering me because I don't know who it is. I want to know. We can't keep things from each other. It hurts, okay? It hurts knowing that you love someone who isn't- Oh never mind."
He looked down at his hands.
"Knowing that I love someone who isn't, what? Zayn, tell me. You just told me that we can't keep things from each other." I touched his hand softly and intertwined mine with his.
He looked me in the eye, "It hurts knowing that you love someone who isn't me."
He really didn't know, did he? He didn't know that he was the one.
I instantly hovered my lips over his and kicked mine. I was about to lean in to kiss him until I realized what we were doing. I pulled away and immediately sat up from the booth. I rushed past everyone in the club and out of the doors running to my house.
"Liam! Wait!" I heard from behind me.
I didn't care. I kept running. Even if I did love Zayn, I knew he didn't love me back. I knew he didn't mean his words when he said it hurts knowing that I love someone who isn't him. How could he? He's straight and could never love me. Sure, we've kissed more than once but he's probably doing this only to satisfy me, if that's possible. He'll probably just tell his new friends that we kissed and then I'll get made fun of. I just made a fool out of myself and probably made Zayn embarrassed.
The wind blew through my hair, making my quiff get messy a bit. When I reached my house, I couldn't hear anyone running after me anymore. I reached into my front pocket searching for my key. Finally, I found it and opened the front door.
No one was home so I ran upstairs to my room and plopped onto my bed, rubbing my head in my hands.
I really need to get over Zayn. It wasn't meant for us to be together when he probably already has a new girlfriend.
I noticed a photo album randomly placed at the foot of my bed. I sat up and picked it up, wiping off a little dirt and fuzz.
The title read, "Woody and Buzz" which referred to what Zayn and I called each other. Me being Woody and Zayn being Buzz.
The first page was of us as kids around three years old playing in a kiddie pool. The picture was taken in Zayn's backyard. I smiled at how little we were. The rest were pretty much over the years. I stopped at one from seventh grade. Zayn had his arm around me while he ruffled my hair with a big smile and I had my eyes closed, laughing crazily. The picture was actually pretty good, considering the fact that I remember it. Again, the rest continued as the years past by and I stopped at one from our freshman/sophomore summer.
You could've called us the photogenic type. Zayn had both of his hands in the form of a 'perfect sign' over his eyes and stuck his tongue out. I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out, while my two pointer fingers were placed at the top of my head to represent animal ears.
It was times like those that I missed. When we didn't care about anything around us and we were just care-free. I wish it were like that now, but everything changed suddenly. It was like we were afraid of what everyone would think of us now. Like we couldn't enjoy each other's time.
A tear fell down my face and onto the picture but I quickly wiped it, laughing quietly at the picture a bit.
I flipped through the pages, looking at all of our silly selfies and funny pictures for a little bit longer, before I put the book into my closet.
I plopped down onto my bed looking around and pouting my lips in boredom.
The only sound that filled the room was the sound of crickets outside. I looked around at all of the things hanging on my walls, from pictures of my life to posters of famous celebrities; such as Justin Timberlake. Then, I looked at everything on my dressers from cameras, to candles, to cologne.
My phone buzzed and I looked down to see a long message from Zayn.
Z- Liam , why did you run off ?What's wrong ? I need to know , please . Was it the kiss ? Are you embarrassed of me ? Li , please answer me even though you probably don't want to . I don't know what I did or what made you leave but I need a reason . I'm possibly being a bother to you , but I don't care . I need answers to questions and I need to know if you're okay . xx
I shook my head knowing that he didn't care that much about me. If he did, he would have texted me earlier. He's probably back at the night club hanging with some girl or even Louis.
Why was I feeling this way? Like everything was falling apart. Like I didn't trust Zayn.
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