➳ hyp·no·pho·bi·a
➳ hipnəˈfōbēə/
➳ noun
➳ an abnormal fear of falling asleep.
Liam's your average golden child. He gets good grades, is in a few sports, has a lot of friends, a few tattoos with deep meanings, lots of money, not to mentio...
After Niall managed to calmed me down, I decided to go back, and I texted Harry to come just in case something went wrong.
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I stared down at my phone, debating on canceling on Harry and just sucking it up for the rest of the semester before stuffing my phone back into my pocket and making my way back inside.
When I got there, there sat Zayn, all smug with his stupid broad girlfriend.
"Hey Li," he smiled.
I scoffed. "I'm moving out."
He nearly choked. "Sorry what?"
I chuckled bitterly, ripping my suitcase from beside my bed and throwing it on top of my bed, unzipping it quickly and opening harshly.
"I better go," Perrie said, standing up, grabbing her purse and kissing Zayn's cheek. "See you tonight?" She asked, and was out the door without waiting for a response, not that it Zayn probably would've given her one.
"Liam, slow down, what happened?" He asked, trying to get me to stop packing.
"I'm done with your stupid ass kid games and your green light red light shit. Ok I'm done. I can't. Do. This. I don't want to. I didn't come to college to join another fucking whirl wind of ups and downs. I can't be your friend and do this." I said, throwing a mess of clothes from my bottom drawer into my suit case and packing it down, then walked to my closet and grabbed some boxes.
"Babe stop," he sighed.
I stopped in my tracks and dropped the boxes I'd been holding. "Don't call me that," I screamed. "Don't you dare call me that with that bitches slobber all over your cheek. I am not your babe?!"
He shook his head and blinked at me, unaware of what to say, before softly whispering something.
"What?" I snapped.
"I said please don't go, okay? I don't want you to go. Because when you're here things seem a little less scary and when you held me that night I didn't have nightmares and I always have nightmares and maybe I couldn't remember the dream at all but that's a start and that's better than I've had since I was 11 and I know I've been a dick to you okay I know that but that's cause you already know so much about me I was scared I would have to tell you the rest. So please. Don't. Go," he said, running his fingers through his hair.
I sighed, processing his words in my brain. "Maybe you should've thought of that before, Zayn."
"What..?"
"I can't be your toy. I can't be someone you come home to," I said packing my stuff, "I can't only be your friend and only be yours at night. Luke's a great guy and he likes me and I like him and I deserve a shot at being happy and he's my shot. I'm sorry, I just can't," I finished, packing the last of my clothes and main things, my dad could hire someone to get the rest of the stuff some other time, or Luke or Niall or someone and I could get it. At that point I didn't care. I just needed to get out of there.
"Please, we could make it work," he pleaded.
I turned around. "You're gonna break up with Perrie and be all mine? No more girls? No more hurting me on purpose? No more calling me out on almost killing Brady? No more running off Luke? No more pushing me away? Cause if you tell me that is all true then I'll stay. But if not then I need to go, Zayn."
He just looked down, and I shook my head, turning around grabbing my boxes and heading for the door. "Wait no, I won't let you leave."
"Let him go, Zayn," Louis said sadly, and I looked up to see him standing there with Harry beside him, smiling sadly at me.
Zayn looked down, ashamed, as Harry came to my side help me carry my boxes.
As we left I could've sworn I heard Zayn say I love you.
I must've been hearing things.
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Harry helped me put my boxes in my car and I drove straight to Luke's house. I felt like I couldn't even breathe right. I couldn't stand the silence so I blasted the radio as loud as I could without breaking the speakers.
I'd been to his house a few times in the past few days, so his mom knew who I was, smiling when I knocked at the door, and ushering me inside when she saw the type of shape I was in, my red eyes and the sobs that racked my built frame. She allowed me to go to Luke's room without too much conversation, just making sure I was okay physically.
When I got to his room I knocked on the white door, getting no response, so I opened it to find him half naked on his bed with another boy who had brown hair who I assumed to be Calum. They had video game controllers in their thin hands.
I wasn't angry with Luke, I knew he was hurt, I was just hurt from the Zayn thing but I mean I was still upset, and I just thought he would've been there for me. I didn't deserve it but I had still wanted it. I tried to close the door, but I let out a sob on accident and the next thing I knew my knees were on the ground and I was crying so hard I couldn't breathe and I was in someone's arms and someone was asking what was wrong and everything was wrong.
"Shh baby it's okay," I heard Luke say.
But nothing was okay. And I wanted to scream that nothing was okay. Because it felt like nothing ever would be.
"You-- and him?" I chocked out? "Is that C-Calum?" I cried into his bare chest.
"Yes, but he's my cousin baby," he whispered. "I just needed a name and he has brown eyes," he chuckled. I smiled softly at him, rubbing my face into his chest. "What happened, babe?" he asked me gently.
My smiled dropped and I felt the tears well in my eyes, I was never one to cry before, but something about Luke just made it feel okay, like the muscle mass in my arms didn't matter, and it was okay for me to break down. "Z-zayn..." I sobbed.
"What did he do baby?" he asked, rubbing circles into my back.
And so after an hour of him calming me down and me explaining what had happened, and a fair amount of me calming him down, I finally stopped crying, and we ended up laying on Luke's bed, me in between his legs while he and Calum played video games.
I glanced down at my phone to check my texts from Harry.
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And I thought maybe everything would be fine.
Until Zayn's face popped up on my screen with Incoming Call.
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