Fatal Attraction//Ziam Mayne

Chapter 18

*1 week after*

"I'll be going to my parent's this weekend. You sure you'll manage on your own?", Niall inquired.

I still haven't told niall where I was these past days and he never bothered to really talk about it. Actually no one would after seeing my expression.

"Yeah, nigel. Go away and leave me alone, bread man"

I didn't want to be alone. Alone makes me think about Liam and my thoughts go all weird and I want to go back to him.

"Yo, since when did you start talking like that?", He chuckled.

"Since you thought of leaving me alone.."

Don't. Leave. Me. Alone

"You will survive, damsel"

I shred a few fake tears as he shut the door behind him. Even though I was taking this situation lightly outside, I was shaking with fear inside.

"May your car run outta fuel, blondie!", I screamed.

I pouted as my eyes wandered around the empty apartment with a boring show being shown on television. I started surfing through channels and my fingers stopped pressing on the forward button when i saw harry's face on a news channel.

*Yesterday, the police found a dead body on the highway. It was brutally killed, as if the killer did it out of pure rage. Revenge, maybe? 'Cause it certainly doesn't look like a gang's deeds. The cuts covers each and every part of body. The person has been identified as harry styles according to his passport.*

FUCK.

My breath hitched and my lips trembled.

Liam.

My mind screamed his name. My heartbeats accelerated at a high rate, my hands became clammy and beads of sweat covered my forehead and tickled down my cheeks and nose.

I went to my room and curled into a ball on my bed. I was scared. Yet a part of my heart craved to see his face. It craved to touch him, to feel him and smell his mesmerizing scent, hear his soothing voice which got intimidating sometimes.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I must have been imagining, I thought. Another knock followed and I got up from my bed.

Liam can't find me here.

My hands held the door knob and rotated it. The door opened and I was dumbstruck.

Liam..

I stared at those familiar brown orbs and looked longingly at his lips. I was not scared though I should be.

Yeah I am fucked up.

My rational mind & scary thoughts vanished and I was suddenly filled with lust and desperation.

"So, my friends have been telling me you've been sleeping with my sweater", He smiled. A genuine smile, it was.

"I'm half a heart without you", words escape my mouth without my mind even thinking about it.

He engulfed me in a hug and my body melted under his heat. I sighed as my head nestled on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and wished Liam to be like this.

"I'm consulting a therapist", He told me as if reading my thoughts. "I want to be good so I can be with you"

"Glad to know", I said and then after a pause, I added,"I want to spend my life with you, Liam"

I could feel him smiling and my lips mirrored his smile.

I love you, Liam.

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Liam and I were sitting on the sofa. There was a pin drop silence in the atmosphere.

I cleared my throat.

"So", I paused and his face turned towards me.

"So?", He repeated the word but in a questioning tone.

"I heard about Harry. He's dead", I muttered and bit my lip.

"Zayn, don't bite your lip", His face darkened.

I winced. The feelings that I thought were long forgotten came back, flooding my mind. I love this man so much. I'm also scared of him with an equal intensity.

"They're saying he was killed.", I blurted.

"I heard the news."

Silence.

"Not a gang"

"I know I saw the news."

I was testing his patience. Sooner or later, Liam will kill me. I don't know why I am trying to push boundaries. Where is this bravery coming from? I will get killed too.

"Didn't you cry?"

Liam looked at me.

The next thing I knew, I was pinned down on the couch with Liam on top.

"I did cry"

"Do you miss him?"

"I have to go."

And within a second, Liam got off the couch.

"Bye", Liam said. "I will be back"

I nodded.

Liam closed the door as he got out of the apartment.

I let out the breath I had inhaled earlier. A deep sigh. Relieved.

Maybe the therapy is working. Maybe Liam didn't kill Harry. I wasn't even that familiar with Harry to know his past, let alone his enemies.

I smiled.

Maybe Liam and I will be together in future. Adopt a kid or two. Have a house in suburbs. Get old and die together.

My smile grew wider.

I love you, Liam. I really do.

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