Blinded (z.h)

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"It's Niall, Zayn," Liam responded. "When is he leaving?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Liam put his head down in his lap as he began to rub circles on his temples. "I mean, when is he going to get a home of his own and leave you alone?"

"Do you have a problem with it, Liam?"

"Actually, yes," Liam bursted. "He's been staying with you for months now, and I don't know how to feel about a single man living with my boyfriend!"

"You shouldn't feel anything!" I shouted back. "If you trusted me enough, you wouldn't have to feel anything!"

"Well, Zayn, knowing that you two have a particular past, I think I should feel something! I can't just blindly trust you after knowing that you used to love him!"

"If you loved me enough, you would blindly trust me. Are you saying that you don't love me enough?" I choked out.

"I guess I don't."

"That's all I needed to hear." I got up from where I was sitting and began to walk to the door. "Goodbye, Liam."

"Zayn, wait," Liam called out as he ran after me. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Well, you can't take back what you just said." And with that, I walked out the door.

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I slammed open the front door to my house with tears running down my cheeks. I walked into the kitchen, and within a few seconds, I heard Niall tumbling down the stairs.

"Zayn?" Niall asked. When he found me, he gasped. "Oh my God, Zayn, what happened?"

"He proved to me that he's a worthless piece of shit, that's what!" I yelled at Niall's face. I opened one of the cabinets and rummaged through it, trying to find a bottle of whiskey. I hadn't gotten wildly drunk to make the pain go away since I met Liam. I never had to, as he was always my teddy bear that I could spill all my feelings into. But now? Now I know that he's a selfish dick that only thinks about himself.

"Zayn, don't do this to yourself. Getting drunk isn't going to make anything better," Niall tried to advise.

I wagged a finger in front of Niall's face as I got extremely close to him. "Don't tell me what to do, otherwise the outcome will not be good."

"Okay, Zayn, I'll leave you alone. But if you need help, I'll be in my room." Niall turned around and walked upstairs, closing the door to his room.

I ripped open the bottle of whiskey and began chugging it down. Before I knew it, I had two bottles of whiskey and everything was blurry. I tried to go up the stairs, but failed due to bumping into and breaking something every time I tried. Suddenly, I remembered Niall's offer of help earlier.

"Niall!" I called. "Come get me, Prince Charming!"

Niall was once again gliding down the stairs with a look of fear on his face. Except this time it wasn't Niall, it was Liam.

"Liam," I laughed. "When did you get here, bitch?"

"Zayn, I'm—"

"You're sorry, I know, I know. Why wouldn't you be? You fucked with the wrong person, Payno."

"Zayn, please, listen to me. I'm—"

"I fucking know you're sorry! I know you are! I don't need explanations!" I shouted. I grabbed his waist and threw him on the sofa. "Let's just get to the make-up sex, yeah?"

"Zayn," he cried. "Zayn—"

I shut him up with a kiss, exhaling my alcoholic breath into his mouth. "You're gonna be screaming my name louder than that, babe."