His Protectors[Ziam Oneshot]

IX.

Zayn left Haroona home that night, apart from her constant whines and cute antics for her to see Uncle Li. But Zayn thought it best if she just left her home with Niall, Louis and Harry. They had all stopped by when Zayn had texted them what he had done. Everyone was for it, and they just hoped that Liam, the last piece of the puzzle, their lost brother and friend would come back to them. They all wished Zayn well, Niall holding Haroona in his arms as they waved. 

Zayn got into his car, breathing heavily. He had finally done it. After years of contemplating whether or not he had the balls to go through with it, he did. Now it was Liam’s choice to say yes. To forgive Zayn for what he did. And to spend forever with him, how it truly should have been those many years ago.

He drove down the road to Liam’s home, shedding a few tears as he went. He thought about Liam every day, and even when he tried not to, would suffer the consequences of withdrawals. He had collected many of Liam’s things when he left. His clothes, his  toiletries, some of his prized posessions that Liam couldn’t grab because they were all at Zayn’s flat, and Liam had said they were all cursed with his adultery. Before Haroona was born, and even after when he needed to smell Liam, he would spray Liam’s cologne over his bed and imagine that Liam was in the same bed with him. Zayn even slept with Liam’s clothes like a blanket. Yes, he never stopped loving him, it was just that stupid night! When he had let down his guard, and was so scared of Liam’s proposal. It was all so sudden. They were still young. 

But when Zayn thought about, their love was old as time itself. It was pure(or was, when he hadn’t cheated). 

Zayn sped throughout the streets, driving aimlessly down the road until he stopped at the pretty townhouse that he had bypassed much times, never once knowing that the love of his life was perched inside. 

Taking heaving breaths of cold air, Zayn clicked open the car, stepped outside and walked over to Liam’s door. He couldn’t stop the crying now. They fell welcoming on his cheeks. Not once had Liam called him, and the lights were all on in the house. 

Opening the door, Zayn walked through, inhaling another breath and walking in. This was it. His entire life was on the line. The climax to the choice between his happily ever after. 

As soon as he walked through the threshold, there was something different. 

The small smile from Zayn’s lips had slowly faltered as he realized that there was something missing. 

Everything. 

The house was barren as if he had just walked into an open house. Slowly, Zayn wandered through the house, looking around the empty sitting area, he walked upstairs to the rooms, and every room was stark empty. He rushed down to the kitchen. 

Did he get my note? He wondered, a fresh new round of tears forming. 

When he made it to the kitchen, he saw the note on the kitchen counter and he ran to retrieve it, noticing many wet spots on top of his letter. On the corner of his eye, he noticed a glimmering object near the sink. 

It was the ring! The ring he had bought before the fight. When he finally realized that through it all, he couldn’t live a life without Liam. And he was going to prove his apologies every day for the rest of his life. 

Zayn fell to the floor, the letter and ring clutched inside of his hands. 

“He doesn’t want me,” he sobbed out loud. “He doesn’t want me,” he said again. “HE DOESN’T WANT ME!” he shouted, crying and feeling how Liam felt all those years ago.