Christmas Love

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

*Liam's pov*

I was laying in my bed, totally bored to death when I heard Niall and Zayn talk. It got me interested because Louis had on daily report, when he left my food, told me about Zayn. That he didn't talk to anyone and was inside of his room, not leaving it just like me. And through what Harry told Louis, he was crying too. But maybe it was because of something else? I mean, why would he cry because of me? "I'm going out," I heard Zayn saying. I couldn't really hear Niall's reply but soon I heard snores from his room. Yeah he was out for the rest of the night. Zayn probably already left with Harry and Louis now. But why didn't they say anything about it to me? I wanted so badly to go out there and tell Zayn not to go out clubbing. It wasn't good. But nothing was like before and I have no idea of how his reaction would be. But then I heard steps in the hallway again. Then Louis's mumbling voice and Harry's humming response. Wait? If they going to bed, that means Zayn went out clubbing alone. Well that's great. And if they go to bed who's supposed to take care of him when he gets home? Obviously they didn't think about that. But if he's drunk...

He wouldn't notice or care if I'm the one waiting for him when he got home. Carefully I opened my door and sneaked out. I'll just sit in the couch waiting until he gets home again. And when I got him in bed I would return to my room. Zayn would never know it was me and maybe not think about it at all with the hungover he'll probably have.

I've been sitting on the couch for like thirty minutes and I'm nervous like hell. What if Zayn actually realize it's me and go crazy because he don't want to see me? People do crazy things while they're drunk. Maybe I should just like take one beer? It would calm me down and I always been good with alcohol. A thing that I don't know if the boys ever discovered. Mostly I didn't drink at all because even if I could handle it, it wouldn't be good drinking and then driving. But it actually didn't got me drunk before I took my third beer and now I was only planning for one. So with the cold beer I returned to the couch and some episodes of Family guy. They were actually funny.

The clock was ticking away and I hoped Zayn would come home soon. It was late and the worries was killing me. Like, I didn't know if he was okey. It was just hoping for the best. At the same time this gave me even more time to think. Especially about Zayn but all this Ziam things had been on my mind too. It was like it just got stuck and now I started to picture Zayn and me like something more than just friends. I started to think back at memories and wonder if we didn't sit to close to each other? Was it normal sitting in the other one's lap? All these things I was overthinking. It was literally driving me crazy. I wanted to pull my hair and scream in frustration. What was going on with me? Why do I think about all this? I just want it back like it was before cause I can't take this anymore.

Family guy was over and some boring series was on. I lazily looked at it not bothering to really try understanding what it was all about. The only thing I needed was something keeping my mind busy. It showed up a scene remembering me, in some strange way, of Zayn.

Thinking back

We were going to have some concerts in this town and maybe write a contract and it all would take around a month so we lived in a house they hired for the month.

I shared room with Zayn in the house we were placed at. It was nice not have to living in a bus for a month when we would be stuck in same town all the time. I still remember how it was like sharing rooms. I still remember when I saw Zayn naked. Or, naked and naked. He actually had a towel wrapped around his waist. It was kind of crazy how I still remember that so clearly. I mean, it wouldn't have been something special? Harry always run around naked and we have been going swimming together all five of us. It wasn't like we never got undressed in front of each other. But that one time got me feel something different. Something I shouldn't feel. And when I already started analyzing all my memories around Zayn I could just admit it. After that incident I had looked in a different way on him whenever he took of his shirt or something like that. A memory I had buried deep inside suddenly floated up. It was from this summer just a few months ago actually even tho it felt like years since summer. We've been swimming in the pool at the backyard. Zayn had been up getting something to drink and was still wet on his body. In my mind I could clearly see him walking over to the pool with his six pack and the sun reflecting in the water still left on him. I had watched him as he had walked over and he looked so hot. Like really really hot. The only problem in all this was that that day even my little member thought that Zayn was hot. I had soon realized in the water that the sight of Zayn gave me a boner. Awkward and so strange that I simply haven't thought about it since it happened. Later I tried to think it away that it was just the way the water moved that caused it but think if I actually got a boner by looking at Zayn? Oh my gosh...