I want to be loved by you - Ziam

I'll Take Care Of You

Liam POV

I woke up to the sound of Zayn in the bathroom. He was making a horrible retching sound, and I immediately shot up, realizing he was throwing up in there. I slid out of bed and slowly made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door, I took a small step in; that’s when I saw Zayn. He looked horrible. He was knelt down on the floor, his hands on the toilet seat, holding him up as his head hung over the bowl. His face was horribly pale and his hair was tousled messily.

I walked over and Zayn turned his head to look at me. A weak smile appeared on his face but I could tell it was slightly forced. I knelt down next to him, wrapping both my arms around his body. He was shaking, his body trembling in my arms. I held him close, and he calmed slightly, although his body was still quivering every now and then. Suddenly, his body tensed and he pushed me away from him roughly in an attempt to throw his head back over the toilet bowl. Only this time, nothing came out; he seemed to have thrown up everything in his stomach so there was nothing left. It was a horrible sight, seeing him there, so weak, helplessly gagging.

He fell back in my arms and I wrapped them protectively around him, sitting him on my lap. He calmed down and his breathing returned to usual but his body was still so weak I doubt he would have been able to stand. So I carried him back into his bedroom, laying him down on the bed and pulling the covers over him.

I kissed him on top of his head and he sighed. “Thanks” he said.

I leaned down, about to capture his lips with mine, but he ducked his head away. “I just emptied my stomach in there,” he said. “You really don’t want to taste that”

“As long as it’s you I’m tasting,” I said before pressing my lips to his. I let them linger for a moment before pulling away and smiling. Zayn smiled weakly as I walked out of the room, returning soon after, with a glass of water.

“Are you ok babe?” I asked concerned

“Yeah, I feel better now.” He said quietly, but as he reached for the water, I saw his hands were still shaking.

“Here,” I said, pulling him onto my lap and reaching over, grabbing the water. I put the glass to his lips, almost like giving drink to a baby, and he took small sips. Once he was finished, I put the glass on the bedside table and cuddled Zayn into me. He lay with his head resting around my stomach and his arms round my middle.

“L-L-Liam,” He stuttered out, only then did I realize that his whole body had begun to shake again.

“Shh, it’s ok love. You’re gonna be alright,” I said in a desperate attempt to calm him down.

“L-Liam, I…" he paused, thinking about something. "I want my cigarettes. C-Can I have them back.” He gave in, sounded awfully venerable and weak, that I almost gave in. You see, when Zayn agreed to try and quit smoking, he gave me his cigarettes and lighter so I could look after them, that way he wouldn’t be tempted to use them. He agreed to come to me if he wanted them; I would give them to him, but try to persuade him not to first.

“Zayn, come on y-” I began but was cut off by the sound of his fragile voice.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He mumbled, more to himself than me. I felt a wetness on my skin as tears fell from his eyes on to my bare chest. I felt my heart pang with sympathy. The withdrawal symptoms had given him a pretty easy time so far, but now it seemed it had all caught up with him.

“Zayn, baby, c’mon. You’ve been doing so well, I know it’s getting hard but you can’t just give in now,” I leaned down and tried to comfort him by whispering in his ear. “Come on baby, you can do this, I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” I muttered nipping his earlobe lightly.