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That night, Liam slept. He didn't sleep well, for his dreams were filled with torment and pain that made him even more upset when he woke up, but at least he slept.

After that day, Liam started working out again. He couldn't bring himself to return to Isaac's hall just yet, but at least he was slowly returning to boxing.

Liam didn't go back to the hall until the day he'd met Zayn, nearly two months after Isaac's funeral. He hadn't meant to end up there, but he went for a run in the early morning and had barely noticed that his feet had led him there until he was standing in front of the doors.

He entered the hall, trying to ignore the stunned looks from the other boxers who were practicing. He pretended not to hear their whispers as he walked to an empty ring and grabbed a pair of mitts that had been left there.

Liam put the mitts on, despite the fact that they were slightly too small, and stared at the bag in front of him. He closed his eyes, hearing Isaac's voice in his head.

Win a title.

He opened his eyes again, and a moment later he found himself throwing punches at the bag. He ignored the flood of emotions that made his chest feel too tight, and concentrated on hitting the bag as hard as he could.

"You're going to hurt yourself," was the first thing that Zayn said to him.

Liam froze, not caring that the bag he'd been pummeling a minute before smacked him in the head as he turned to look at the man who'd interrupted him.

"I'm fine," he grunted as he resumed, tearing his eyes away from Zayn and trying to forget his presence altogether.

"Your form is off," Zayn commented as he came closer, leaning on the ropes of the ring. "You're not focused."

"My focus is fine," Liam snapped, and Zayn chuckled.

"Isaac said you'd be a handful at first."

Liam froze again at the mention of his name, and it was then that he realized that he'd been crying. He slumped down onto the floor and pressed his fists into his eyes, trying to push the tears back in.

He flinched when Zayn wrapped his arms around him, but Zayn didn't recoil. He held Liam tightly as his emotions finally overcame him and he wept openly. Zayn stayed there, gently rocking Liam back and forth while staying silent.

"I'm sorry," Liam croaked, trying to pull himself away. "I dunno what came over me."

"Don't apologize." Zayn loosened his grip, but didn't let go. "You have every right to be upset."

Liam forced a chuckle, still feeling incredibly foolish for crying his eyes out in front of a total stranger.

"Did you know him?" he asked softly.

"Only a little, towards the end." Zayn sighed. "He contacted me, saying you'd need me after he passed."

"Why?" Liam looked into Zayn's eyes, not understanding the connection.

"Niall's a shit trainer," Zayn remarked with a soft laugh. "I know he's your best mate but if this is what he lets you do then you should thank your lucky stars that Isaac called me."

"Y-You're a trainer?" Zayn smiled.

"I'm your trainer." His fingers lightly brushed over Liam's cheek, wiping away the trail of tears. "Now on your feet, we've got our work cut out for us."

That night, Liam slept better than he had in months.

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Like I said in the beginning I'm try to finish this book first then my other books ! I can't wait for zayn's new album , i feel like it would be good but then I don't ugh ! Life hates meh . [ 643 words ] not my best