No Control

Beautiful Lies

Gettin' into all the dirt and guilt.

Is it just me or are these days passing by slower?

Also, since the Wattys are here, should I enter Stockholm Syndrome in it? I honestly don't feel too confident about doing it, but my brother says I should. What do you guys think?

Chapter 13:

LIAM

I laid in bed, just staring up at the ceiling. It was way too hard to go to sleep with so many thoughts running through my mind. Why didn't Zayn trust me enough to tell me what really happened? I figured I had the right to know since he was my boyfriend. I just wanted to make him happy. I wanted to be enough to make him smile, despite what anyone would say.

And why was he so eager to go and help Harry? Surely he was still upset with him, so why did he basically push me away just to go help him? If I was being honest, that hurt. It hurt that Zayn hardly gave me the time of day when it came to Harry. I didn't want to be jealous, but I just wanted to spend some time with him. All he's been doing since I even got here was worrying about Harry and working. Sure, we got a bit of time together, but whenever we did we mostly had sex. Not that I'm complaining, but I just wanted to at least eat dinner with Zayn tonight. I missed him.

I heard the front door open and close, guessing that it was Zayn. I sighed, feeling so frustrated. I just wanted to know why he was so upset, but he refused to tell me. What was so bad that he couldn't tell me?

I heard the front door open and close, and I turned on my side, attempting to shut my eyes again, but it was just as useless as the first try.

Our bedroom door opened and I looked up, seeing Zayn walking in. He looked at me and said "I thought you'd be asleep." He walked a bit closer and sat on the edge of the bed. Eventhough I was upset with him, I still loved him and wanted him close.

"I tried to. I couldn't. Not unless you were here." I confessed. He looked at me, and I saw his eyes fill with tears. Why was he going to cry? I didn't like seeing him this way. I sat up in bed and wiped his eyes. "What's wrong, babe?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry. For everything. You're too fucking good for me. Harry was right...." He cried, trailing off as I hugged him close to my chest. Was he finally opening up to me about what was said?

"What did Harry say?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to fight with him. I didn't want him to go back into his shell and not tell me what I knew had to truly be hurting him.

"He, um... he said that he was surprised you were still with me because I think I know everything about everyone. He said that I think I'm this holy voice that everyone should listen to when I'm not. He said it was fucking annoying." He cried, giving a little dry laugh of pain. "And I understand now. He was right. If you're annoyed by me, too, I understand." He said softly, turning away and looking at the floor.

I sat silently for a few seconds, trying to control this anger that I now had towards Harry. How could he say something like that to Zayn? He was always trying to help. He helped him through so much while we were in prison. It honestly pissed me off.

I took a deep breath, calming down, and finally spoke up. "Zayn, he's wrong." I began, grabbing his chin and making him look back up at me. Each tear that fell from his eye broke me up inside.

"I love you so much, babe. Nothing about you is annoying. You're so loving. All you do is try to help people, and Harry had no right to say what he did. I'm with you because I want to be. Because I love you so goddamn much. Because a life without you in my arms isn't even a life worth living." I fully divulged my emotions, and Zayn burst into even more tears.