Loners || Ziam AU

Chapter Seven

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They're so cuteeee shoot me

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Liam leaned down, humming as he grabbed his books for his first class. The constant sound of people chatting animatedly around him, almost made the quiet ding go unnoticed. Thankfully, he heard the silent ring and quickly balanced the books on one arm, while his other fingers fished the phone out of his back pocket. He furrowed his brow, wondering who would be texting him right now. It was probably his mum, considering if anyone wanted to talk to him, they could come to his locker right now, though he doubted anyone would want to. But, once he read the name, 'Zayn :D,' his straightened lips split into a grin.

Liam's eyes skimmed over the message quickly: 'meet me in at the art room, might be late,' it read. Immediately, he couldn't stop the giddiness that came over his body. Zayn actually wanted to meet him and texted him too! Quickly, he texted back an okay, even adding a smiley face, before regretting his decision. However, it was already sent and he simply shrugged, there wasn't much he could do anymore. A smiley face wasn't that straightforward, right? He didn't think so, because if it was, it'd be weird considering Niall texts him one in every conversation that they have. It gets annoying at times, but Liam couldn't say anything, considering he'd simply be a hypocrite. Mainly because he tries fitting the poop emoji somewhere, every time. What, he liked it alright?

Slamming his locker shut, he carried his books in his arms, while walking down to the art room. A grin was plastered across his face, with his head held high. Honestly, he couldn't care less about the stares he was getting. Or, how people turned to their friends and let out a dry chuckle, right after the sudden glance. Nope, didn't affect him at all.

His hand grasped the knob, looking up and making sure that the room was the right one. It probably was, considering there was splattered paint etching across the wooden door, with a large sign that practically screamed, 'art in progress,' on top of it. Yeah, he was definitely at the right place.

Hesitantly, Liam twisted the door open, wincing once hearing the loud creaking noise that it made. He let the sound mix in with the echo of his footsteps, as he inched closer into the room. It was deserted and an eerie darkness overcame each corner. His eyes caught sight of a specific painting that was hanging across the walls, a weird feeling settling in the tub of his stomach once seeing it.

It was the image of a young girl with a gun in her hand, pointing towards the mirror in front of her. However, in her reflection the gun was aimed against her temple instead, causing a shiver to run down Liam's spine. Deep things frightened him, mostly because he never understood the actual meaning, though he was sure there had to be something littering among the black brush strokes in there.

He didn't waste another minute thinking about it however, turning on his heel instead. His fingers clawed against his books tightly, as he began wandering closer to a desk in the far corner. It was aligned next to a bunch of the windows, causing some of the light to bounce off whatever that was sitting upon the wooden table. With some curiosity overcoming him, he moved closer to it, eyes widening in awe once seeing the artwork.