Mr. Payne - Ziam

Eight - What A Feeling

Sunday

I woke up with a bounding headache, groaned and buried my face further in to the pillow. Someone walked in the room and I lifted my head to see who it was. "Liam?", I asked and started to look around. Yep, I wasn't in Louis' room like I was planned on. "Hey, do you remember anything?", he asked and I shook my head. He sat at the edge of the bed, handed me painkillers and a glass of water. I reached out for them and realized that I was just wearing my t-shirt. The arm with the cuts was still under the blanket but he must have noticed them yesterday when he took my jacket off, if he even was the one who took it off.

I popped the pills in my mouth and took the glass from Liam. I swallowed the pills, handed the glass back to Liam and fell back to the pillow. I closed my eyes because the room was too bright and sighed. "Can you tell me what happened?", I asked and he let out a small chuckle. "Basically you just appeared here really drunk and I put you to bed", he said with a chuckle and I opened my eyes so I could look at him. "I'm sorry", I said and he send me a nice smile. "It's okay", he said.

"Ready to have some breakfast?", he asked and I shrugged. "Can I..um borrow a shirt from you?", I asked and he raised his eyebrows. "You have a shirt on", he said. "Long sleeved one", I said and he licked his lips. "You know I saw your arm last night", he said and I felt myself blush. "I know, I just don't want to look at them", I said and he nodded. He got up and walked in his closet. "I'm gonna leave the shirt here, come to the kitchen when you're ready", he said and I nodded. He walked out of the room and I sat up on the bed.

I got up, stripped my t-shirt off and sighed. I ran my fingers over the few days old scars and pulled on the shirt Liam left me. It was a normal maroon sweater. I walked out of the door and headed in the kitchen. "Hey", I said to Liam who sat at the table. He looked up and smiled. "Sit down", he said and I sat opposite from him and looked down to the plate that had eggs, bacon, beans and some other stuff. "Thanks", I said and he nodded. We started to eat and it was a bit awkward.

"Do you wanna talk about something?", I asked and he looked up from his plate. "Huh?", he asked. "I don't know, this just feels awkward so I thought maybe it would be better if you could ask me what you're thinking", I said and he nodded. "Okay, why do you do it?", he asked. "I'm sad, I feel like it helps", I said and he nodded a bit. "It doesn't, you know that right?", he asked and I nodded. "I know", I said.

"How long have you..?", he asked. "For a while, couple of weeks", I said and he nodded. "Because you blame yourself for what happened to your family?", he asked and I nodded. "You shouldn't, it's not your fault", he said and I nodded. "I know, I just can't help it", I said. "When was the last time?", he asked. "Couple of days ago", I said and he nodded. "But you make me feel better", I said and he smiled. "That's good", he said and I gave him a smile.

We finished our breakfast and took our plates to the sink. I leaned my back to the counter and Liam gave me a small smile. "Did I tell you why I came here last night?", I asked and he stood in front of me. "Not really, no, you just walked in when I opened the door and started to talk about everything", he said with a small chuckle. "What did I say?", I asked. "You just spoke about your family, how you miss them and all", he said and I nodded. "Yea, I do miss them", I said and he gave me a small smile. "Yea, but you're gonna be okay, you know", he said and I nodded. "I know", I said and he stepped closer to me so our faces were just few inches apart.

"Can I ask you something?", I asked and he nodded. "Why didn't you go to the police after you found out that I've been abused?", I asked. "I thought you didn't want me to go", he said and I nodded. "Yea, thank you that you didn't, I don't wanna make a big deal about it", I said and he let out a small chuckle. "I mean, it's a pretty big deal", he said and I shrugged. I bit my lower lip and he dropped his eyes to my lips. "Don't do that", he said quietly and I released my lip. "Why?", I asked. "Because it makes me want to kiss you", he said and I blushed.