dreams // ziam

iv. saturday

one month.

four weeks.

an entire thirty days has gone by since liam has gotten his job working at the same exact coffee shop we go to. there's no way i can escape him now.

it has also been an entire month of liam doing endless one night stands and drowning himself with liquor. he's having a real hard time letting go of niall and i'm starting to think it's slowly breaking him apart.

one thing on my mind though is liam. like, all the time. even when i'm trying to forget about him i just start thinking of what not to think and i end up thinking about him even more. i can't get him out of my head.

liam hands me my coffee. by now he has learned my regular. it's cute seeing him work at the coffee shop, he seems to really enjoy it and he looks so happy. except after he gets out of the uniform and into the bar across the street. gosh, if only he wasn't as old then maybe he could refrain from drinking.

at home, i'm watching rerun of Friends when i'm interrupted by a knock on the door and liam shouting my name.

when i open the door liam falls down and gets immediately back up.

how drunk is he?

he walks over to the couch and sits down asking me what i'm doing with my saturday night.

i look over to the tv and he just shakes his head, saying i should be out having fun.

he stands up but falls back down on the couch as he clearly can't maintain stability. why does he have to get so drunk? what does drinking solve?

i guess we're not going anywhere then.

half an hour has passed and all liam has done is complain about niall. it's been over a month? why can't he seem to let go? why can't he find someone else instead of just having meaningless sex? it's like he is purposely self destructing.

i could feel liam's stare, i look back at him and ask why he's looking at me like that, with eyes full of lust and screaming for company.

he just moved closer to me and whispered into my ear: strip that down for me. and i felt a tug at my jeans. i could feel myself getting red. this cannot be happening. is he really that drunk to destroy this perfectly good friendship? but i mean, i also want it, but he's drunk.

he dared me to kiss him.

i did.