Hypnophobic. 》Ziam AU

13 ➳ Hypnophobic

I burst through the door, throwing my keys in the bowl to the left of me, making sure to slam the door behind me.

My anger was wearing off by now, and I was starting to feel the pain.

"Li-li?" My little brother asked, bounding down the stairs and jumping into my arms.

I caught him, hugging his slender body  against me. Just hugging him brang me comfort but I needed someone who'd understand what was actually going on.

"Hey, Ni? Do you remember Luke?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Could you call him, and tell him I need him to come over, that it urgent, I need to do something quick." He nodded again and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I handed him my phone. I watched him run into the living room, and I clutched the piece of clothing in my hand, making my way to the fire pit in the family room.

I took one last look at the sweatshirt, a single tear sliding down my cheek before throwing it in and tossing a match in soon after.

As it burned, it finally hit me and my knees hit the floor and I began rocking back and forth. My everything hurt so badly.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, or when Niall got to my side, screaming to Luke about hurrying. I don't remember Luke getting there, or how he somehow managed to carry me to my room.

I don't remember. All I remember is waking up and for a split second I forgot anything even happened but then I remembered and I could feel everything around me crashing down.

And then there were arms around me. Two strong arms that felt like they were holding the world from falling down and shattering.

And I opened my eyes to find a pain of blue ones staring back at me, and those arms rocked me back and forth, and a pair of eye brows were going up and in so far I thought they would touch and I just cried. I cried and cried and cried. I don't know how long we stayed like that. How long I wiped my snot and tears on his shirt or how long he let me.

All I know is I figured out that that was all I needed. The boy from the coffee shop. Blue eyes and a heart beat.

"I'm gonna pick up the pieces," he sang softly out of no where. "And build a Lego house. If things go wrong we can knock it down." His Australian accent made his voice so much better and I melted into his body farther as we cuddled on my bed.

He sang the chorus to me and and eventually the whole song and I ended up falling asleep— in his arms. And the next thing I know I'm waking up again in them.

Each time I fell asleep and woke up in his arms the pain hurt a little less but it magnified if he left. Even for a second.

It had been less than a day, why was I acting so much like this?

I woke up alone at 7:38 pm. Something about the lack of warmth where Luke's body was supposed to be shook me awake. Or maybe it was the faint yelling. All I knew was I could hear the sound of Zayn's voice and I felt nothing at all.

I changed my shirt and walked down the hall, waiting before the steps to listen in.

"What the fuck!? I told you no!? I'm not giving them to him!?" Luke hissed, obviously frustrated.

"They're flowers. I don't know know what else to do!?" Zayn sighed.

"How about nothing?" Luke growled back furiously.

"If you don't shut up I swear to god I'll—" Zayn started.

Luke cut him off. "What. You'll what. Call me names? Tell me you loved me to take it back? Hurt me the way you hurt Liam? Or will you hurt me how you hurt Cody? In high school? When you nearly killed him?" Luke screamed.