You Don't Love Me || Ziam (TEMPORARY HOLD)

26. Forget and Forget

Liam's POV

"C'mon Zayn. You'll love him as much as I do," I said grabbing his hand and pulling him downstairs to the living room where Andy was waiting.

I sat down on the couch next to Andy and smiled at him. Andy had been my best friend when I was younger. We were kind of inseparable mischievous fools. Him doing most of the mischievousness and me being his accomplice, but we both had lot is fun doing it all.

I hadn't seen him since I moved to London. We've talked on the phone after I moved, but that never lasts long because people just lose interests and they part their own ways. I was glad to see Andy though, I was ecstatic to see my best friend from so long ago.

"How have you been Liam?" He asked me.

"I've been great. Busy with school and all, but yeah," I said.

"I hear you're doing music now? I heard some of your music. It's good man. Congrats."

"Yeah! I'm in a band now. Can you believe it? We go on tour this summer. It's just a small tour around England, but I've had some fans come up to me around London, and I was like star struck that they knew about me and all," I chuckled.

"Yeah, I may have bought a ticket to one of your concerts," he smiled.

"No way!" I smiled really big and punching him lightly in the arm.

"Yeah! I have to see my mate perform at least once!"

We talked for a while about our lives and everything else that's been going on. Just catching up on lost time.

"Hey, where my parents. I came here to see them not you loser," I smirked.

"Oh whatever. You're glad it was me that opened the door," he chuckled, "No, you're parents are out shopping I think."

"Oh. Well you should spend the night here! Eat dinner with us too!" I said.

"Alright alright man, calm down."

I chuckled and gave him a hug. A few seconds later my mom and dad can into the house and I ran up to hug both of them.

"Oh my deary. Oh Liam, honey," she said dropped her bagging and hugging me back. My dad just smiled and hugged back too.

"Hi mum," I smiled.

"Hi honey. How have you been? You hardly ever call," she said.

"Not true!"

"Oh sure honey. You came all by yourself? No Zayn?" She asked.

"Oh shit! Zayn! Yeah, he's here," I said totally forgetting that Zayn had been here while I was in my own world with Andy. I called his name to come to the kitchen.

In the meantime I helped my mom and dad to pack all their groceries in the fridge and the pantry. I stuff all the plastic bags into its little basket that my mom kept. When Zayn hadn't come out, I went to the living room to see what he was doing: sleeping. I smiled and hovered over him watching him sleep for a couple seconds. Then I bent over a little and rubbing his cheek with my hand.

"Zayn babe?" I whispered, but he didn't move a muscle.

"Zayn," I said louder and I gently shook him.

He groaned and turned around with his buried into the couch. I chuckled and shook him again telling him my parents were home. He turned around looking at me through squinting eyes and let out a little smile.

"I'm up," he said sitting up.

"They're in the kitchen, c'mon," I said helping him up. I saw Andy on the phone and told him to go meet mum and dad. They'd be so happy to see him. Andy went or the kitchen and Zayn followed him.