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zayn wakes up first. when he does, the first thing he notices is how exhausted he feels. tired so much that he doesn't want to move. he can feel liam's arms still around him, heavy against his body. he glances at him with half opened eyes, seeing the way liam's hair falls over his forehead. his face is soft, peaceful looking. there's a little bit of dried drool at the corner of his mouth. he didn't pay it any mind. liam had been drunk last night. he tends to drool a bit when he drinks.

zayn breaths in deeply, looking up at the ceiling. everything that happened last night was still fresh in his mind. he was still trying to wrap his head around it. liam was so pissed at him. that was the angriest he'd seen liam in a while. he was caught completely off guard.

and the things he was saying, the things he was accusing zayn of doing. he didn't know how to react. he didn't even know how it got to that point. zayn lifts his hand to rest it against his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. he was still trying to figure everything out. thinking back in every interacting, what he said, what he did.

he had been so caught up, he didn't even realize what he was doing...

"z..." he hears liam mumble. zayn looks back at him, feeling him stir slightly. his eyes are still shut, but he can tell liam was waking up. the older man runs a hand down his back, soothingly. he glances at the clock briefly, noting the time. it was sunday morning, so he didn't have to worry about driving the boys to school. he and liam would have plenty of time to talk.

he knew he had a lot of explaining to do.

"i'm here," zayn replies softly, rubbing circles on his back. liam inhales deeply, sighing. he grunts lightly, squeezing his eyes tight. he could already feel the slight ache in his head, already regretting his decision to drink last night. liam opens his eyes eventually, looking up at zayn. "good morning."

liam's eyes drift back down wordlessly, biting his lip in thought. the memories flooding back to his mind at once. zayn had come home late again last night, after that suspicious phone call he received earlier that day. liam still wasn't certain how to feel about it. despite zayn telling him he would explain it and that it wasn't what he thought it was. he couldn't ignore the way the man had been making him feel lately. ignored.

"does your head hurt? want me to get you some medicine?" zayn asks after a beat, when liam didn't reply. the younger man looks back at him again, before moving himself so that he was sitting up on his elbow. his lengthy hair falls into his face, and brushes it back with a hand, keeping it planted at the top of his head.

"no." he says. zayn sits up more.

"okay, can i get you some wate—"

"no zayn, i don't want any water, i don't want anything." liam says grumpily, rolling over in the bed, sitting up straight. he breaths out, shoulders hunching as he hangs out the edge of the bed, toes just barely grazing the carpeted floor. zayn sighs softly.

"look, babe, i can explain."

"then explain," liam snaps, barely letting zayn finishing his sentence. "because i don't understand why you've been such a prick lately."

"i don't mean to, i've just been so busy." zayn replies. liam doesn't look at him, clutching his fingers tightly against the mattress.