Just Bestmate

Chapter 1 - Just a Bruise, Right?

Liam POV

Tonight was out last concert of our tour. We were in the car on the way there right now.

"Liam!" Zayn yelled as I drifted into sleep.

"What? What I'm not sleeping." I said opening my eyes to see the beautiful person next to me.

Damn it. I thought to myself.

I have thought about Zayn like this for sometime now. I can't help it. He's beautiful and funny and... Well just amazing. I'm closest with him in the band than everyone else. So I'm not going to ruin our relationship with this.

It's stupid anyway. I mean.. I don't think I'm gay...

"Earth to Liam!" Harry yelled and I zoned back in.

"What?" I asked.

"What song do you want to sing last?" Louis asked.

"Oh... I don't know.. Maybe What Makes you Beautiful?" I suggested. I truly didn't care.

"Okay! That's 3 to 2!" Zayn said. "What Makes you Beautiful it is." Zayn and Niall High fived while Harry and Louis pouted.

"Hey don't worry. We'll sing Gotta Be You first okay?" Zayn said to them. The both smiled.

"Okay." They agreed.

Zayn was great with making everyone happy.

"Hey how's your bump?" I asked Zayn. I was referring to the bump he got yesterday. We were all horsing around in the hotel room and Zayn fell off the bed. He hit his head while he fell on a chair.

"Shhh!" He said covering my mouth. "Do you want us to get in trouble?" He laughed.

We always get in trouble for rough housing. Management says we'll hurt ourselves one day.

"Wait so you didn't tell anyone?" I asked.

He shook his head. "It's fine." He said assuringly.

I didn't believe him though. He hit his head pretty hard.

"How much longer until we get there?" I asked.

"Like 45 minutes." Niall said.

"Ugh." I moaned.

"Hey go back to sleep grumpy." Louis laughed.

"I would but I'm stuck in the middle." I was sitting in between Zayn and all of our bags.

"Well we can't put the bags in the middle seat or they'll fall!" Harry said defensively.

"Just lean on me you big grump." Zayn laughed extending his arm around my shoulder. I smiled and laid down on his lap. His body heat warmed my body instantly. I didn't really like how comfortable I felt.

We're friends. Just friends. Stop thinking like that.

I tried to stop but my fatigue took over anyway. Instantly I drifted into sleep.

...

When I woke up later Zayn was sleeping on my shoulder. I laughed and nudged him.

His eyes fluttered open and he groaned. "what?" He asked.

"Let me up jerk." I laughed. He lifted his head and I sat up. I grabbed my phone and checked twitter.

#6 worldwide was "Liam and Zayn"

"What's this?" I asked. I clicked on the topic to find the top tweet a picture

from @Harry_Styles. With the caption, "True love right there!" The picture was me and Zayn sleeping.

I reached over and slapped Harry. Him and Louis cracked up.

"What?" Zayn asked. I showed him the picture. "Awe not again!" Zayn laughed.

Than he stopped laughing sharply and squinted his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing... It's just bright." He grabbed his sunglasses and put them on. Than he rubbed his forehead.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I think I'm getting a migraine. I'll take some Advil I'll be fine." He told me. The fact that his head hurt worried me a bit. But Zayn was usually a big complainer so I figured it was nothing.

I hoped it was nothing.

....

ZAYN

I lied to them. It hurt worse than a migraine. But I was always complaining and I figured it was nothing.

After the concert I figured I'd take some more Advil and just sleep it off.

The concert was amazing. Everything was going perfect. Except for the fact that through the entire thing my head slowly hurt worse and worse. It was like a migraine. Only my whole head and slowly it trickled down my back. I figured I just needed sleep.

As the last song ended, which was our second encore, the crowd still roared. I was really hoping the boys didn't do another one. My hands were starting to shake fearing that they would.I jut really hoped I wouldn't be sick on stage.

Liam lifted the microphone to his mouth and then he caught my eyes. His smiled faded and he nudged Harry.

They said goodbyes and we came off the stage.

"Are you okay?" Liam whispered to me. As I took out my head phones even that was loud. I shoved it back in my ear.

I tried to look at Liam but even the dim lighting of backstage stung my eyes.

Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.