Hypnophobic. 》Ziam AU

16 ➳ Hypnophobic

"I'm fine, Zayn; really— FUCK WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT," I screamed in agony as he laid his hand across my abdomen.

He pulled up my shirt to reveal the black and blue bruising, muttering I barely touched you, which was true, his hand hadn't been slapped on my stomach. "Who did this?" He whispered as he took in the sight of my stomach. His eyes were full of anger and his voice was low, laced with pain.

"Zayn, please, don't even worry about it. Honestly! I'm really fine," I said as I tried to play it off.

Zayn shook his head, tearing his glance from my stomach and looking into my eyes. "Who," he demanded.

I shook my head, "No, Zayn. I'm doing something better than revenge," I whispered, lightly pushing him away. "Please, just... go get me some ice..." I groaned, feeling the immediate soreness when I tried to sit up.

Zayn nodded quickly, forgetting all about his anger and rushed out of the room to get me some ice.

"Li...?" Came a small voice from the door. A blonde head of hair stool out from behind the threshold of his room.

Niall came running forward, stopping at the foot of the bed to examine me from the distance he was at, his worried eyes scanning over me, looking for the cause of my pain. He slowly crept forward, almost tiptoeing, scared to make a wrong move. "Did... you get into a fight?"

I felt my heart drop into my stomach when the realization hit me like a freight train that he was not afraid that I was hurt, but afraid that I had hurt someone. My eyes almost narrowed at my little brother as I felt the betrayal and annoyance start to build up on me for the first time. "Really Niall?" I quipped. "Why are you always so fucking quick to blame me and assume I'm some fucking asshole?"

Niall's eyes widened and I finally noticed Zayn in the door way, holding the ice pack I'd asked for, giving me a disapproving look. "Come on, Liam," Zayn warned.

"No!" I snipped, "I'm fucking sick of being treated like this! I thought this shit was over? I thought we moved on?" I glared at Niall. "Huh? Why do you still act like I can't fucking control myself? I always fucking could. So to answer your fucking question, yeah, I got into a fucking fight, with fucking Harry. But I didn't fucking lay a hand on him, at least not the way you think. I barely even touched him. I fucking pushed him and that's it. Then his fucking psycho cult frat leader attacked me," I spat and reached down to the hem of my shirt once again and ripped the cotton material up to reveal the bruising flesh.

"Liam, that's enough," Zayn barked, capturing my attention, "what the fuck is wrong with you man?" He asked, gesturing to Niall. I felt my face drop and the anger leave my blood stream at once and I tore my gaze from Zayn to see my brother with tears in his eyes, looking at with a quivering lip and trembling hands.

"Niall—"

"You're mean and I hate you Liam!" He screamed, sobs finally escaping his lips, and he turned and ran out of the room.

I looked to Zayn desperately, but he just shook his head and threw me the ice pack, leaving me to ice my wound alone.

I sighed, trying to pull myself up from my place on my bed. I ignored the immediate pain I felt getting up and made my way out into the hall.

Niall's door remained shut, which I found odd, since I assumed Zayn to be inside with him. I knocked softly.

No response.

I reached down for the knob and began to twist it.

Locked.

Immediate panic surged through my body and suddenly I didn't feel and pain in my stomach or anywhere else and before I knew I was kicking down Niall's door and frantically searching around the room for him.

He sat in the corner, his head between his knees, rocking back and forth, oblivious to the sound of the door being kicked open.

"Why was that door locked?" I asked.

No response.

He just kept rocking.

I sat down beside my brother, pulling his smaller frame into my arms as he immediately started to freak out and flail him arms to try to escape my grasp, hyperventilating. I tightened my arms to keep him closer to my chest and began to sing softly.

"Got a winning smile but you're loosing faith, trying to belong leaves you out of place, two steps forward and you're at the start, who knew growing up would be this hard," I pulled him close to my chest as he started to listen to the words I was singing. "The color of your hair changes every week, you know you got a voice but you're scared to speak. Life just seems like a riddle, you're torn down the middle." His breathing started to slow to normal, calming down to the sound of my voice.

"I love that you're different, in a cool way you always stand out, but don't be afraid. Let the whole world see that you're still free. I love that you're different, so please don't change," I heard him take a few deep breaths before starting to sing along with me softly. "Where you go others will follow, where you are is where I wanna be."

My eyes slowly began to droop and both the boy in my arms and I both fell asleep, my back pressed against the cool wooden wall.

And that's the last thing I remember before waking up with a golden eyes boy glancing at me every now and then, sketching away in his notebook.

And I wished that was the way I could wake up every day of my life.

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