Remember Me (Ziam AU)✔️

Chapter 4

Liam's POV:

When the event finally started I was still grounded to the spot where Zayn had left me. The people that passed by me gave me sympathetic smiles because they probably heard our argument. I knew I had to apologize to Zayn. It was my fault we argued. I was the one that had to make it right.

But before I could, Zayn's voice rang through the room. "Can I have everyone's attention?" He asked, a glass of champagne in hand with a beautiful smile on his face. Well I guess I'd have to wait later.

Everyone gathered around Zayn with a glass in their hands as well. He began speaking and cracking a few jokes making everyone laugh. He then began thanking everyone that was there and the people who made him being there possible and the people that supported him all the way.

But the entire time he was thanking people, I never heard my name called once. Have I not supported him? Have I not been there for him? I guess not because he didn't thank me. He thanked Louis and even his parents, but not me. He also wouldn't look at me. He looked next to me and behind me, but not at me. I was used to him doing doing that because before that's what he did, but when we made up I thought that was all over.

Zayn finished talking and everyone went on their way. Some mingling at the bar and others looking at the Art. Me, I made my way to Zayn who was just finishing talking to an important looking lady. He kissed her cheek as she walked away from him. This was my chance.

"Zayn can we talk?" I ask him touching his arm. He looks at me with his big golden eyes and as I look into them I smile because I know Louis hasn't won completely.

He shakes his head. "Not right now Liam. I'm busy." And with that he walks away and it leaves me heartbroken but I don't let it show. I fake a smile and nod understandingly even though he's already gone. I love Zayn, and he loves me. "He's just busy," I tell myself.

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An hour has passed with me sitting at the bar just waiting for Zayn to sit with me and talk with me. It doesn't even have to be about earlier it can be about anything. But it seems the longer I wait the lonelier I feel.

I invited Niall and Harry but Harry got sick last minute and Niall didn't want to leave him. I told him it was fine but I kind of regret it now. I feel out of place amongst these people. The look nice but they also look snobby and important. It makes more sense now that he comes home stressed from having to deal with them.

Lucky enough I'm become friends with the bartender. His name is Josh and he makes a pretty good coke and vodka. He also makes a good listener considering I've been telling him my whole life story the past hour.

He smiles and say, "you should go talk to him."

"Tell me something I don't know," I deadpan.

He laughs. "Then why haven't you?"

I shrug. "I don't know." He smiles and walks away to serve someone else leaving me to ponder why I haven't talked to Zayn. I try to blame it on the fact that every time I try to get his attention he ignores me. But deep down I know it's something else.

I guess I'm afraid of confronting Zayn because I'm scared he's going to realize that maybe being with me isn't what he wants. That he realizes that maybe Louis is better for him than I am or that he actually does have feelings for him.

And the more I think about it and stall talking to him the more I me I'm giving him to think about it. "I need to talk to Zayn," I tell Josh and he gives me a knowing smile.

"I think I saw him go into the kitchen."

"Thanks josh," I say and slide him a ten dollar tip before standing up and heading to find my future husband. I swerve though people, saying small hellos along the way and it feels like slow motion as I get closer to my destination.

And once I get there, I wish I hadn't. I wish I was dreaming because this can't be happening. Yet it is, right in my face. My number one fear cane to life: I lost Zayn.

Tears come to my eyes as I see him and Louis kissing. It's a heated kiss and their hands are all over each other like they haven't seen or touched each other in ages. And they probably haven't and it should make me feel better that he didn't cheat when he was with me but it doesn't.

A loud sob escapes my lips and they pull apart, lips a cherry red and clothes disheveled. Zayn looks at me panicked, its written on his face and he walks towards me.

"Liam it's not what it looks like," he says shakily and when I look behind him at Louis, I know it is what it looks like.

I scoff. "Really? Because it seems like you were kissing the life out Louis. Am I wrong?" I hiss at him.

"No, but he kissed me! I tried to push him away-" I shake my head and snort. Was he seriously playing this card?

"Really Zayn? That's what they all say when they're caught cheating!" I yell at him feeling my blood boil with anger. How could he do this to me?

"But-"

"But nothing Zayn. You guys kissed and what hurts me most is that it was Louis. I guess I was right that you do have feelings for him."

"No Liam-"

"I loved you Zayn and I was willing to put up with everything because I loved you but this... I can't," I say shaking my head and looking down at my hand and begin to take off my ring. I love Zayn, I do, but I'm done. I thought I was the one that lost Zayn but he was the one that lost me.

"Liam, no, please." He begs walking towards me but I back away from him. I look at the ground afraid to see his face because I know that once I do I'll run back into his arms like always.

"I love you Zayn, but I'm done. I hope you and Louis are happy together," I say and set the ring on the counter and walk away. I can hear his footsteps behind me so I quicken mine until I'm basically running out the doors and to our car.

"Liam! Wait!" I hear by by then I'm already across the street and hurrying to get into the car thankful that I'm the one that drove here. And as I drive away, I give Zayn one last painful glance wanting to say sorry for hurting him in this way but he has Louis. He doesn't need me anymore and that thought makes me cry.

He might not need me but I need him. I need him to be the one that holds me at night and I need him to be the one I wake up to at night. I need him to be happy and most of all, I need him to need me.

I'm thankful the roads are clear and empty because my tears are blurring my vision. I stop at a red light and rub at my eyes. My heart hurts and calling out to Zayn. I need him. I need to go back. I love him to much. I promised I'd never leave him.

"Maybe he was telling the truth. God I'm so stupid!" I slam my hands on the steering wheel. I need to go back. He needs me. It wasn't his fault, it was Louis'. I should've believed him when he told me.

"I need to go back." The light switches from red to green but I don't get the chance to let go of the break because one second I see a blinding light coming from my left side and then absolutely nothing. All I see is black darkness.

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A/N: Oh no my poor Liam! Dang you Zayn and Louis! Why would you do that? What do you think is gonna happen next?

I know this chapter is pretty short but in doing this thing where I'm trying to write them short and just get to the point basically. I'm not a fan of really long chapters that drag on which is what I've been doing or I think I've been doing and I'm just seeing how it works out. It's easier to write so yeah.

So let me know if you guys liked this chapter because it really helps me out. And I go back to school next week so updates might take me a bit longer but I'll try to write them in advance so they can be up by Thursday's.

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