Blinded (z.h)

t h i r t y t w o

On my way to Liam's house, I stopped by ShopRite and picked up a bouquet of roses, a teddy bear holding a heart that said "I Love You" on it, and an apology card. I was scared to confront him, but I had nothing to be afraid of, right? I hadn't done anything wrong—not intentionally, at least.

As I arrived at his house, the butterflies in my stomach began to fly even faster. I ignored it, though, and grabbed all the stuff from the backseat of my car. I walked over and knocked on the wooden door.

The door opened to reveal a red-eyed Liam, who had fresh tears running over his tear-stained cheeks. "What do you want?" He asked bitterly, making my heart shatter in my chest.

"I came here to apologize," I responded.

"Go away," Liam muttered, closing the door, though my foot was in the way, keeping the door from closing. "Fuck off!"

"No," I said. "Not until I explain what happened."

Liam crossed his arms against his chest and lifted up his chin. "Fine, I'll give you two minutes to explain everything."

"Okay," I trembled. "I came home really upset last night, so I got drunk. When I tried to go upstairs, I kept on tripping over everything, so I called Niall downstairs to help me. But when he came, I thought he was you, so I . . . fucked him. I'm really sorry, Liam. I really fucked up this time. Please forgive me."

"You really think I'm gonna believe that?" Liam scoffed. "Forget it, Zayn. You and I are over. Now get off my property."

"Liam, please don't do this—"

"I said, 'get off my property!' Before I call the cops!" He yelled. "Go! Get out of here, you fucking jerk! I never wanna see you again!" He fell to the floor and started breaking down.

"Baby," I comforted, kneeling down to his level and putting a hand on his cheek.

"No, Zayn. I'm not your baby anymore. Leave me. Forever. Go."

"Don't do this to me, Liam. Please. I can't live without you."

"Well, you're gonna have to learn how to, because I don't ever wanna touch you, talk to you, or even look at you again! You hear me?"

"Liam, please. I love you, why don't you believe me?"

"I'd believe you if you didn't sleep with that blond twink."

I almost began to defend Niall, but I stopped myself. "No, baby, I didn't mean to. In fact, I was planning to propose to you!"

"Well, you know what? I'm glad you didn't, because I would've said yes, and then I'd be stuck with a dickhead for a husband for the rest of my life."

I felt a pang of pain in my chest. "Do you really mean that, Liam?"

"If I said it, don't you think I'd mean it?" He screamed at my face.

I slowly got up and turned away. "If that's how you feel, then fine. I'll leave you. But I'm only doing this because you want me to, and I love you." I took one good look at him, knowing it would be my last. "Goodbye, Liam."

"Goodbye, Zayn." And with that, he slammed the door.