YOUTH «Ziam»

Chapter 2: Feeling

"And I wish you could have let me know
What's really going on below
I've lost you now, you let me go"

Chapter 2: Feeling

*Liam's POV*

I sit and stare at the box for a while, I didn't have the heart or the mindset to open it yet, I'll just wait to open it. I decided to just wait because I know for a fact this could be something that could make me really happy or really sad, and I couldn't take sad today. Someone already moved into Madison's house, I couldn't visit there anymore.

It won't be the same, what am I going to do with my time? Sleep? School starts soon, so I guess that'll be okay, I can't be depressed, I have football to tryout for, I have to be myself, I can't be stuck on this. I want my life back.

I needed someone to make me happy, or I just needed to teach myself how.

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling for a while until I fall into deep sleep, my mind wandered from there.

-NEXT DAY-

I woke up to the bright sunlight burning my face, I sit up quickly and rub my face. I turn to the side to look at my alarm clock and see that it was 3pm, whoops. I slept in way too long. My mum is going to-

"Liam James Payne!!" My mother screams from the other side of my door. I spoke too soon."You better be awake or-"

"Yes mum, I'm awake!" I say pulling the covers off of me and heading to the door to open it.

"Good, dress nicely, we're going to have the new neighbors over and I don't want you to make an awful impression." My mum says looking at me serious. I nod. Her words hurt a little bit.

"I've already met Zayn, I don't need to make any impression." I say remembering Zayn on the porch and coughing. My mum scoffed and shook her head.

"I don't care, find some nice clothing Liam, I'm serious. Maybe you can make a friend today, be social." She says referring to all of my friends leaving me. It made me mad that she brought it up, but I guess she was right. Remembering how Zayn acted and how he treated things, I didn't know what to say, how to act.

"Yeah okay." I say shutting the door.

"We are having lunch here, be ready in 25 minutes please!" My mum shouts as she turns on the vacuum cleaner.

I start to rummage through my drawers to look for a nice shirt, but no luck. I had no idea what to wear, why was this such a challenge?

I finally spot a nice button up shirt, I don't think I've ever worn it before but it'll do.

*Zayn's POV*

My parents insisted that I dress better than I usually do. I always wear skinnies and colored shirts and nicely designed things, but I really had a thing for black. Everyone always told me black brought out my facial features, that's why I always wore it. I am genuinely a happy, perky, smiley person, so other people don't expect me to wear black.

I find a black outfit anyways and smile at the choices. A black leathery jacked, a darkish grey undershirt and black skinnies.