Alcoholics Anonymous → ziam

Chapter 2

After the meeting Zayn propped himself against the building with a cigarette between his teeth. He wiggled it around a little bit and hummed a tune. He played with the lighter in his pocket and considered lighting it or not, it would probably be his last for the rest of the week. 

He was immediately drawn from this thoughts as Liam exited the building. "Hey," Zayn called out, stuffing the cigarette into his front pocket. "I'm Zayn."

Liam smiled softly and waved. "I'm Liam...how do you do it?"

Zayn furrowed his eyebrows. "How do I do what?" He was shocked at the sudden question, and it metaphorically knocked him off of his feet. On top of Liam being so...cute. Liam shyly motioned towards the building. Zayn suddenly understood and 'oh'ed softly. "I guess I just wanted to make my family worry less, and, uh, Randy makes you feel just really welcome here."

"I don't really have anybody to do this for," Liam shrugged. "Mostly just my friend, but now that he's dead there's really not much he can do in terms of motivation. He was tired of the wild parties and the late night drinking. I got lucky, and Joseph died."

Zayn understood that feeling of hopelessness. The feeling that your life is not as worthy as someone else's. "You can do it for me," Zayn offered. "We could be friends, and I could tell you everything I know about being sober. I'm sort of a pro, two years strong. Three pretty soon."

Liam's eyes went wide for a second. "Thank you," Liam hugged Zayn. It was contact he wasn't use to, but he wrapped one arm around the boy regardless.

"You're welcome, I guess."

The two boys exchanged phone numbers and soon enough Zayn was off to work for what was probably going to be another long night...

A long night it was. He had to deal with snippy customers, perverts, male and female alike, and of course the loud, pulsating music that left migraines deep in his skull hours after he'd get off of work. 

He never thought he could be around this much alcohol, and not be tempted. But these days the sight of it makes him sick to his stomach, it took a long time, but he could finally be comfortable when his friend's drank around him and he could sit in bars and enjoy a nice coke with lime. 

It was close to two in the morning when Zayn was finally off. He managed to bum a couple of cigarette from his friend, Perrie. He lit it and took a deep drag before exhaling and sighing deeply at the same time. 

A calm rush came over him, as he climbed into his jeep and made the agonizingly long ride home. Zayn made his way up the stairs, waving hello to Niall who always seemed to be such a night owl, and he finally crossed the threshold into his home. 

He dragged his feet and fell face first onto his bed, only bothering to remove his shoes before cuddling up to his blankets and slowly falling into a deep sleep. A small smile found it's way on his face right before he passed out.

Liam. 

A/N: I lie writing this story a bunch. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter, and if you indeed did then don't forget to comment and vote, add to your library to keep up with it, aaaand Peace!

xo.