Act Like You Love Me {Ziam}

ALYLM {1}

🎤So you leave tomorrow, just sleep the night

I promise I will make things right

I'll make you breakfast, the way you like

Before you leave tomorrow, just let me try

Before you leave tomorrow, Before you say goodbye, Before you leave tomorrow, Before you leave🎤

❤️Liam's P.O.V.❤️

Zayn had packed his things. He was still packing his stuff, I don't know what happened to us. He was leaving tomorrow, the love of my life was leaving me tomorrow.

He says he fell out of love with me. I'm glad he told me and didn't let me suffer through him knowing he wasn't happy. I wanted him to be happy even if it wasn't with me.

I wasn't selfish. Neither was he.

"Zayn, just sleep here tonight please." I didn't want him out in the cold, having no where to go. I couldn't let him. A sigh escaped his lips as he moved his slim fingers through his smooth black hair. The same way I'd do to his hair, when he was stressed out.

"I can't, Liam," he looked at me with no emotion in his eyes, what so ever. I had to hold back all my tears for later. 

"I just don't want you to not have to go, this late." It was midnight, Liam was stressing about this all week, so was Zayn.  He had just finished packing. His parents lived in his childhood city, Bradford. When they got serious in their relationship, they moved to Wolverhampton. Liam's childhood place.

Zayn looked at me, the same eyes I fell in love with, the same ones I'm still in love with. "How come you still love me? When I'm doing this to you?"

"I can't stop loving you after five years, I've loved you since we we're eighteen." I sighed, I just couldn't tell my mind that I didn't love him anymore. Hell, he was my everything. I needed Zayn.

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It was about three in the morning, when I heard the door to Zayn and I's room. Or my room, now. I was staring off into space, emotionless. I wasn't crying, I couldn't cry anymore. I felt the bed dip beside me, and arms go around my waist. Zayn.

I wanted to turn around and beg him to stay. But, I want him to be happy. If he wasn't happy with me, then I wanted him to be happy even if it killed me.

One last night, I got be in his arms and I fell asleep almost instantly. A smile on my face, happy on the outside but not on the inside. A broken heart, a scarred heart.

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I woke up before Zayn did, I laid there in his arms for a while. I slowly got out of my bed going to Zayn's favorite for breakfast. I don't know why, maybe a pathetic attempt to get him to stay.

I wanted him to be happy and here I am doing this shit. I was changing my mind.

I got out the needed food items to make him and myself breakfast. He was leaving today, his stuff was already put up into his car ready to go.

I made a whole meal for breakfast just the way he liked. I waited for him to come from his old bedroom, or whether I should just throw it all away.

Hearing the familiar creaking of the floor boards, I seen him coming into the kitchen. A frown on his face. "Sorry, about last night. I just wanted to sleep in my bed one last time."

I cringed at one last time. It was going to be one last time.  Wasn't it? This was real life. Not everyone got a happy fucking ending, life was a shitty fairytale.

"It's fine. I made you breakfast," he looked at the table and a weak smile crossed his lips. A nod came from him, that smile still on his face. That was the smile, he'd out on when he was trying to fight tears from falling.

"Thanks, bab-Liam," he almost called me babe. Almost. How could love from five years disappear in less than a week. I don't know when it happened.

I sat down at the table the same time he did, "you're welcome." Whenever I made his favorite meal he'd grab my hand, holding it. I wanted him to do that, but I knew he wouldn't.

We were done. Done. It was official.

But, would someone love him like I did? Would they treat him better? I wasn't going to ask why he didn't love me anymore. I was going to let him leave silently.

I wanted to still believe he did, and I did. That's the only thing holding me back from stopping him from leaving me right now. Or forever.

Was that really such a bad thing? The person who promised to love you forever, didn't... It was horrid.

"Thanks, for breakfast Liam." He smiled lightly getting up washing his dish putting up. He then walked out the room, without another word to me. That's it.

I ate slowly, I would have to get used to eating alone. I didn't want to be in another relationship. I wasn't going to love someone as much as I loved Zayn. I knew nobody would ever love me as much as he did. I didn't want any other lover beside him.

But, he wanted another lover. I hoped they treated him well.

Zayn soon came back with his bag slung over his shoulder. "I'm leaving now." Zayn looked at the floor, kicking his foot.

"Okay," I didn't know an appropriate response.

"Can I have a hug goodbye? If you want too that is," he looked at me with a glint in his eyes. I couldn't resist, I wanted one last time in his arms.

I got up from the table walking over to him, he held his arms out and I embraced him. It was for the last time.

I love you so much, Zayn. I do.

(1,000 Words)

❤️Author's Note❤️

I want to start over and get on with my writing. I don't know if I'll update anything, I want to try new things. So, I might delete all my books and start them over when I'm ready.

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