This is just a really cute chapter I wrote ^.^
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Liam was dazed as he sped walked home, licking his lips every now and then, daydreaming about Zayn, wondering if the raven haired boy was also constantly thinking about him, hoping he did.
He had completely forgotten to call his father when he went to the club, forgot to tell him that he was going to stay out a little later than usual and if anything happens, he can crash at Niall's. His parents liked Niall, never liked Louis, he was 'too old' to hang around Liam, but not Niall, Niall was full of blonde hair and dimpled smile and sweet angel blue eyes and nice grades and perfect manners and nothing like "I'ma go hit some, lads" or coming to Liam's covered in hidden love marks and pocketed cigarettes.
So when he entered his house, it was no surprise to him that his father was, yet again, red faced with anger and disappointment searing through his eyes.
"Liam," He barked, voice deep and rough, "Where have you been!? Why haven't you called!?"
Liam opened his mouth to respond, make up a lie quickly, but his mother slowly crept up into the doorway leading to the kitchen, her hand gently pressing against her head, "Sweetheart, Daryle, please.." She groaned.
His father flashed to his mother rushly, "Liam, you're mother has a bad headache, she's been meaning to rest but she was too busy worrying about you, please go to your room, I'll be up in a minute." He hollered quietly as he dragged his mother to their bedroom.
Liam sighed, trudging up the stairs slowly and closing the door behind him. He was tired, he didn't want to hear a lecture, he wanted to call Zayn, hear his sweet voice that brings warmth to Liam's heart.
He grabbed his phone and checked his messages and calls, making sure he didn't miss anything from Zayn. He made sure to slip his number into Zayn's back pocket as they were making out, before he left. Nothing. Liam dropped into his bed and put his phone on his nightstand, awaiting his father and Zayn's call.
He heard the door open and sat up, turning to face his frowning father.
"Liam Payne, I'm very upset with you, as you must already know." His father spoke, gentle, "Why don't you just call? You know we let you out longer if you want to, you only have to tell us where you are-"
"-Who I'm with, how much longer I plan to stay out, and if I need you to pick me up, I know, I know." Liam grumbled.
"Then why don't you just call?"
Liam bit his lip, looking anywhere but his father's beady desperate eyes, trying to understand his son. "I don't know dad... I get busy."
"Where were you tonight? You said you were at Niall's, with Louis, too, correct?" His father asked.
"Yes." He lied, swallowing harshly. He hated lying to his parents more than anything. He hated seeing that they easily believed him.
"And what happened? What were you guys doing that had you so busy you couldn't call?"
"We were watching a movie," Liam blurted, "I put my phone on silent and left it on the table, I was too into the movie, and then we went to get some food.. And then we.. We, erm, we ate and.. Yeah. That's all dad."
"Promise that's all that happened?" He asked, sternly.
"Swear." Liam's heart almost ripped in half when his dad nodded, said he loved Liam and just wanted to make sure Liam was safe, and left, closing the door sweetly.
He stuffed his head into his pillows, drowning in his blankets.
He was about to doze off tiredly, his eyes closing and his breathing going in a distant rhythm, everything turning slowly as he-Vrrrr. Liam's eyes shot open as he grasped for the phone and pulled it towards him. He quickly unlocked it and-
