Liam: You sat down to your bed, taking your heels off, exhausted. It had been a long day. You had helped your friend to buy an engagement ring to his fiancée. You really liked your friend; he was always there for you, even when he lived far away. You had always supported him, even when no one else did. Laying your head to the soft pillow, you closed your eyes, relieved that you were finally home. A second later loud bang woke you up from your dream land. Liam burst in to your shared bedroom, looking like a mess. His hair was messy; every hair pointing to another direction, like he'd ran a long way. His eyes were red and puffy. He looked angry and sad, big tears streaming down his cheeks. He hadn't shaved today, his little beard made him look even cuter. Seeing him hurt broke your heart. He didn't say a word to you, when he walked to his closet and started to pick his clothes to a brown suitcase. He was shaking lightly. "What are you doing? Liam, honey, what's wrong?" you asked quietly, trying to stroke his back, but he dodged it off. You looked at him confused. He wasn't himself, you could see it. Every time, he was upset, he still let you touch him... "Liam, please tell me," you begged worry filling your heart... you hated to see him like that.... "You know very well, Y/N," he said angrily and refused to look into your eyes while he packed, "All I ever did was love you, but apparently it wasn't enough. Go, leave, love him." His voice was so tough; it made your heart drop. "Liam, what are you talking about?" you asked confused, still trying to reach him, but he didn't let you. Every time he dodged you off, you could feel your heart broke. "I saw you walking with him, don't try to pretend anything. I followed you and watched him leave with his fancy car. Don't lie to me Y/N." His eyes were full of tears when he closed the suitcase leaving the room, when you realized what he had sawn. "Liam! Listen to me!" you said raising your voice, "I'm not cheating at you! It was Taylor, my gay friend! Remember when I told you about him? We were shopping for his engagement ring. He's getting married with his boyfriend. I'm not cheating on you. I never could do that," you said looking how his expression chanced. He looked at you, tears now glimmering on his cheeks. You smiled gently taking his suitcase away, when he hugged you from behind, leaving kisses to your neck. It felt good, knowing, that you could touch him again... "I'm so sorry I doubted you," he whispered kissing your ear. You could feel his breath on your skin, and you didn't know how anyone could ever cheat him..."It's okay, love. Just never do that again," you said turning to kiss his lips before he pulled you to his arms.
Zayn: You turned your key in the lock before you pushed the door open. The house was quiet and dark, not a sign from your boyfriend. You took your shoes off, placing your bag next to you when you tiptoed to the living room. TV was on, pictures flashing in the dark, not leaving any voice. You crapped a drink from kitchen, sighing. It had been funny day. Your cousin had finally came to see you in London. You hadn't seen him in ages, and it felt good to finally chat with him. You had laughed to the memories you had together, while you showed him London's sights. You were happy he was going to stay for a while. You wanted him to meet Zayn. You knew they would come together well. You tiptoed back to the living room when you noticed Zayn sleeping on the couch. He looked peaceful, but his eyes were puffed like he had been crying. His hair was a black mess, tattoos glowing in the dark. "Love," you whispered running your hand through his thick hair, "wake up." He opened his dark eyes, looking at you for a second, but then he pushed you away and turned to face the couch, "Go away Y/N. I don't want to see you." You looked at him, shocked. This had never happened you before. He had always wanted you close, even when you were fighting, you still ended to his arms. "Zayn, what's wrong with you?" You asked as angrily as he had. "What's wrong with me? I'm not the problem, you are," Zayn snapped, standing up, before walking away. You followed him to the bathroom, but he closed the door right in front of you. "Zayn! Open the damn door!" you yelled hitting your fist against the door. "NO!" he yelled. You took a step back, he had never yelled you that angrily. "Just leave, Y/N," he said and you could hear tears in his voice. "GO! GO WITH HIM!", he yelled hitting his fist agaist the door. You stared at the wooden door, confused and irritated. "With who Zayn?" you asked a little bit gently, but still annoyed. That morning he had cuddled you, held you against his chest, kiss your lips, he told you he loves you... "HIM! YOU WERE LAUGHING! YOU WERE HAPPY! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CHEATED ON ME IN PUBLIC!" His voice was strong, but full of pain. Finally realizing what he was storming about, you collapsed next to the door and held your hand against the cold surface, sniffling. "He's my cousin you idiot! I told you last week he was coming!" you yelled tears rolling down your cheeks. The door opened instantly and red eyed Zayn looked down at you. "He's your cousin?" he asked voice tired of yelling and you nodded. He let a few tears roll down his cheeks before sitting at the floor with you. Hugging you gently. "I'm sorry," he whispered, but you didn't care. You hugged him tightly, only enjoying that he wasn't mad anymore. "I love you Zayn. Only you. Now and forever," you whispered to his chest.
