Liam's POV
I pulled away from Zayn's lips almost immediately. He looked down at me, slight curiosity in his soft brown eyes. I quickly stood from his bed, gripping my phone tightly in my hand.
"I-I'm so sorry. But I can't Zayn. I just can't!" I snapped, storming out of his room.
I ran down the stairs, ignoring him calling my name, out the front door, and quickly got in my car. I drove down the road without even a glance back at Zayn's house.
It wasn't that I was mad, no. I wasn't mad at all. I just didn't want to think he likes me, kiss him back, then have it all blow up in my face.
I realized after a moment of driving that I wasn't heading in the direction of my house, but Nialls. And also in that single moment I felt the hot, salty tears falling down my cheeks. I knew they were there because I regretted leaving. Zayn was the only person I have had a crush on in years and now he has kissed me and I just up and left!
I hate my life.
I pulled up to Nialls house, running up to his door. I fell into Nialls arms, sobbing as soon as he opened the door.
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The Game (A Ziam Story)
FanfictionZayn Malik and his friends always have a game going on. This time it's Zayn's turn to play and his friend's pick the freak of the school, Liam Payne, to be his pawn. Let's follow the boys in this heart-wrenching story filled with tears, hate, blood...
