Vogue Cover // Z.M.

Chapter Eight

Song: The Crow & The Butterfly-Shinedown^
Zayn's P.O.V.- Liam read the message; but didn't respond. He usually never does this unless he's really upset.
I paced back and forth in my room with my hands in my pockets. Something was wrong and I was destined to find out what it was. But how? Liam doesn't tell me a lot about how he feels, just mainly how he wants to feel.
I stopped-as if I found out a solution-but slumped when I realized that it wouldn't work.
***
An hour passed by and Liam finally answered.
L- Zayn, nothing's wrong. I'm fine, please don't worry about me. I don't know why I left, nor do I know why I kissed you. It should have never happened on my behalf. Right now, I just need some time to think. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow before the weekend ends and we have school the next day? How's that sound?
I responded quickly.
Z- Sounds great ! We could maybe meet up around noon at Starbucks if that's okay with you .x
L- Deal. See you then.
I sighed in relief knowing that he was somewhat okay. There had to of been some reason as to why he left, but I let it be. My clock rang-letting me know it was midnight-but I turned it off. I yawned and took my jacket and pants off; just in my boxers and a t-shirt, before I laid in my bed. I tucked myself comfortably in my comforter before drifting off to sleep.
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~The Next Day~
Liam picked me up from my house and drove us to Starbucks. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other tapped his knees to the beat of the music. He stayed silent the whole ride and it bothered me. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped and looked out of the window instead.
When we arrived, we both got out of the car and shut our doors behind us. Liam walked in first as I followed behind him. We sat down at the nearest table across from each other. Liam played with his fingers and I sighed.
"Liam, what's wrong with you?"
He stopped playing with his fingers and looked up at me.
"Look, I thought about this for a while last night and I've actually thought about it my whole life as well," He propped his elbows onto the table and held his head in his hands. "I-I guess that there's no other really good way to say this other than-"
He stopped and shook his head before a tear ran down his face. I wiped it away and frowned.
"Oh, Zayn. You wouldn't care. You'll probably hate me if I tell you this." He laughed slightly, wiping away another tear that fell.
"Liam, I'll always care about you. I'm here for you. You know that."
He began to cry more and wipe his eyes as he continued.
He took a deep breath in and out before he began to speak again.
"Like I said, I've thought about this for a while now," He wiped his eyes once more. "You're probably the only person that I've told this to, but I want to tell you now since it's been bugging me to keep it a secret."
I waited worriedly at what he was about to say.
"Zayn..." He spoke. "I-I'm gay."
I widened my eyes, but began to mess with my hands in response.
Liam got up from his seat and rushed to the bathroom. The woman behind the counter watched but turned away and walked back into the kitchen. We were the only customers in the place. I followed Liam into the bathroom. He leaned against the wall and cried with his hands in his face.
"Hey, hey, it's okay." I spoke.
I held him closely to my chest and shushed him. He cried and breathed unsteady breaths.
"I'm okay with you being gay. It's not a bad thing. This is the real you and nobody can change that, nobody. I'll make sure of it." I mentioned, kissing the top of his head.
He pulled away and looked up at me with teary eyes. I wiped them and smiled.
"Zayn, this isn't what I've been struggling to tell you," He looked down at his feet quickly and then back at me. "The real reason why I've been struggling to tell you is because I love you."