His Protectors[Ziam Oneshot]

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By the time Zayn got to his feet, he felt as if his entire body had aged a hundred years. He stumbled out of the kitchen, catching the wall before falling again to his knees. How could Liam do this to him? How could he just leave without a single word? 

Zayn cried harder when he realized that he had did the same thing to Liam four years ago. This wasn’t just deja vu. It was karma. Why should he think Liam would have said yes when he didn’t deserve it?

Didn’t deserve him. 

It was his fault anyways. Why would Liam forgive him, after doing a dick ass move as sleeping with someone while they were still together? 

Zayn got back to his feet, feeling a surge of heat rush through him. It was nobody’s fault but his own. He was the one who left Liam. He was the one who cheated. And he was the one that didn’t deserve anything. 

Even Haroona. 

He was a shit father. He was shit boyfriend. And he was a shit of a man. 

Slamming the front door behind him, he sulked to the car and drove away. He knew the best thing to do was to go home, but Zayn drove into a sketchy part of town, to a place he used to visit when raising Haroona had become too unbearable. 

The neon lights flashed purple and pink. Zayn parked the car on the side of the street and walked in. 

A gray smoke consumed him as he stepped towards the bar, ignoring the throng of bodies pressed against one another. He sat down, waving the all too familiar waitress for his regular order. She smiled warmly at Zayn, placing a shot glass and an unopened bottle of tonic in front of him. 

“It’s been a while,” she said, popping the cap open and pouring Zayn a shot. “What’s the occasion?”

“Memories,” Zayn said darkly, putting the shot back and shaking the empty glass for another. 

The waitress poured him another. 

“Good or bad memories?” she asked, leaning on the counter in front of Zayn. 

“The best.” 

Zayn downed another shot, repeating the process until his bottle of tonic was almost empty. His throat was tight, his skin burning and the numbing pain he felt earlier, disappeared. On his last shot, the tonic felt like water. Easing down his throat, Zayn smacked his lips together, turning into the throng of bodies. 

For a moment, he moved his body with the music until noticing a familiar face in the sea of people walking towards him. Zayn turned around quickly, feeling his head dizzying from the swift movement. He groaned, smacking his head on the counter when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

“I thought I’d find you here.”