I have no time to react. No time to recover. No time to respond to the fact that one of my best friends is standing a few feet from me alive having apparently a wonderful conversation with my angel. Zayn looks up and his amber eyes falter when they land in my direction. I smirk. Because Zayn Malik has every damn right to feel guilty. He flits his eyes to my left. Louis. To the right. Harry. However, as soon as the darkening of guilt dulls the honey color in his irises, it vanishes. And that alone sparks the fire of anger in my chest again. How dare he just pretend that he happened to fake his death two years ago as if it was nothing? Does he not fucking understand that that burden has been on my chest? How dare he?
My fists clench until I feel the building pressure of blood loss. I have every intention to start my raging march over to him and bash his head open or make him burn, but two things happen all because of him. One: as a panther I know he can maneuver his way out of any one of my attacks. Two: that sneaky panther bastard leans down while still keeping his eyes trained on us and whispers something to my angel, causing Niall to promptly turn around. Which in turn causes me to quickly wash the anger on my face and replace it with a forced smile.
"Liam," that beautiful Irish melody sings. And for now, all of my worries, concerns and anger washes away. My angel walks over to me and wraps his arms around the back of my neck. Instinctively, my arms wrap around his waist. However, my eyes stay glued on the golden gaze. I tug, pulling my princess closer, but even the squeal couldn't even decrease the coldness directed towards Zayn.
"Why didn't you tell me that Zayn moved here?" Niall whispers in my ear. My eyes widen in shock. For a moment, my irises blow up until there is only black. Zayn's eyes never leave mine, but the twitch in his jaw tells me that he made that lie up right on the spot. A lie that he wants me and Harry and Louis to follow along with. I conjure up an extremely vicious glare and Zayn just rolls his eyes. Just for that, I won't go along with his damn story. I break my little hug with Niall and open my mouth to poke holes in Zayn's story, but an airy voice speaks before I do.
"It's because Zayn told me before he told anyone else." Zayn, Niall and I whip our heads to look with varying expressions at Louis. Zayn's gratitude and shock, my flower's elated happiness. And my hot anger. My jaw clenches and my teeth grit. What the hell is that leech talking about?
"Zayn wanted to surprise Liam and Harry," Louis coolly lies through his teeth, rocking back and forth on his feet. "And I just happened to let slip that Liam has a boyfriend and well, you found him."
"Yes yes it seems that I have," Zayn replies back. I bring my deadly glare back to the panther. Is no one on my side? Does no one care that Zayn faked his death?!
Before anything else can transpire, the bell rings. Niall stands all the tip of his toes and kisses my cheek. And for a second, I somewhat forget all the problems.
"I'll see you guys during lunch," Niall says before heading off to his first class. I, however, stare at the back of my angel's head. Lunch? You guys?! Did he just invite Zayn to lunch?
The hallway quickly empties as the students scurry off to their first period. There are some stragglers, but once they notice that the three bad boys and the new kid aren't going to talk anytime soon they quickly drag themselves out of the hallway.
The silence is deafening. Harry and Louis shuffle their feet side and side and Zayn scratches the back of his neck. I just glare at the floor. So much so that the spot I'm staring at starts to smoke. My mind just can't comprehend what the hell is going on. I try to put together the pieces, but the pieces either don't match or there aren't enough pieces to make sense of what just happened. How is he back? Who sent him? He was obviously alive when we were dealing with Sophia so why didn't he reveal himself? As a matter of fact, why didn't he reveal himself two years ago since he apparently didn't die in the explosion?
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfic"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
