Christmas Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

*Liam's pov*

My phone started buzzing, signalise that I got a new messages. I took it up, hoping it would be Zayn. He had left the house looking like he was about to cry. I know it's not only that. The last year he's been so strange. He always acts so weird when I'm with him and lately he go out clubbing almost every night. I unlocked the screen seeing it was from Zayn.

Zaynie:

I'm going home. Probably sleep there. Don't worry.

Me:

Okey, have fun.

Well now I atleast don't need to stay up waiting for him to stumble home drunk. Maybe things will get better after he've been home a day? I can't confront him now but maybe his mum will talk to him? They've always had a good relation. "Hey guys, Zayn went home for the day. What do you want to do today?" I called up the stairs. "We could play video games?" Niall suggested. "Or football?" Louis asked walking into the room. "Or bake? You know I used to work in a bakery." We all giggled at Harry. He always brings that up. "I think football sounds like a good thing." I shrugged. "Yass!" Louis screams and starts jumping around. "Go get your ball" Harry says and Louis runs off. "I just gonna change cloths" I said and left the room. My thoughts still stuck on Zayn. I don't know why but I guess it's just that I care and don't want him to be sad.

I walked past the three doors and went inside my room. It was first Harry's and Louis's and then Niall's on the other side with Zayn's beside. Then it was my room. Mine is probably the best cause I don't have to hear the others when they can't sleep on night and decides to have a conversation through the walls. I pulled out sweatpants and a shirt, playing football outside in december was probably not the smartest thing but so what?

We arrived at the football field in a park only 20 minutes away. The grass wasn't green, more like grey and full of clay that would make us fall. My mind did let go off the thoughts about Zayn. At least for the moment. I knew it would soon be back like always. Zayn was always on my mind. "Who's with who?" I shout as the three others already started to kick around. "I'll be with you against Louis and Niall," Harry respond as he came jogging back to me. "Let's go!" Niall screamed really loud and we all winced. "Keep it down, damn Irish boy." I yelled back. Harry gave me high five before we started playing.

Totally exhausted we ended playing 4 hours later. Harry and I made 9 goals but Niall and Louis succeeded with 11. I blame it on Louis he's the best player. With a humph I sat down on the ground. "Hey guys, I won't be able to move after this. My whole body's dead." The others laughed but soon landed beside me to complain about their pain. I started laughing softly for no reason at all and soon the other boys joined in too. This would be one of these memories you would remember like old. It would been more perfect if Zayn was here though. And just like that my laugh faded. Why did I had to think about Zayn all the time? I know we're in the same band he's my best friend but he's been in my mind so much that it soon will be strange not thinking about him. And I got no reason why. What's so different the last time accept from me feeling this urge to take care of him? Maybe it's just that I know something's going on and I want to make Zayn feel good cause it obviously painful. Maybe I should talk to him when he comes back? That could be the best. The cold from the ground disturbed my thoughts and made me shiver. "Common let's go home," I said and standed up.

I stumbled into my room and landed with a hump in my bed. It was just 5 p.m. but my whole body still hurt and I was so tired. It would be impossible staying awake so much longer. I reached out for my phone to see if I missed anything while I was gone. But when I checked there was nothing new. My hopes, I didn't know I had, died when it wasn't anything from Zayn. But of course, when you're finally home you want to spend time with your family not texting the person you meet every day and live together with. Those thoughts didn't help much, I still missed him. I clicked on the Instagram app. There might be a nice picture of Zayn uploaded somewhere. Not in a crazy stalker way, no, more like looking on pictures cause I miss him. Damn this starts to get confusing.

Thousands of notifications bombed my phone when I went in on Instagram. I clicked on one picture just to see what it was when the description caught my eye.

Found this amaZAYN picture of Liam and Zayn together they so cute! Ziam is like the best thing ever. Please can't you comment something about it? I really love you Liam and it would make my world if you could tell me anything about Ziam.

I stopped reading there, quite shocked of what I read. Ziam? Was that like me and Zayn together? Do the fans think we're in love? With shaky hands I typed in Ziam in the search on Instagram. Tons of pictures popped up and I started looking at them. Most pics was of me and Zayn holding hands or hugging, things I never really thought about earlier. We guys all hug each other and holding hands made it easier not losing the other in the crowd. Did they really see that as sights Zayn and I was head over heels in love? I remember someone mention it in a interview long time ago. But the thought have never hit me before. Zayn and I being a couple? No. Besides Zayn's straight.

Pain crossed my heart as I thought about that. Why was I hurt by the thought of my friend being straight? I've never even thought about this before. Of course I would never just weirdly fall in love with my best friend. Not just like that, or would I? That would be crazy! I groaned as all these thoughts gave me headache and as soon as I put the phone away, I fell asleep.