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Hearts (Ziam)

Third Person's POV

The heart wants what the heart wants. It was as simple as that really. Zayn wanted a successful relationship, a luxurious life, and to just have all his needs fulfilled whenever. Liam wanted Zayn to love him, he wanted to please Zayn, and to live a happy life with him. Liam was convinced that Zayn loved him well because Zayn always assured him that he did. Zayn didn't know if he loved Liam or not. He did enjoy some moments they had together and his happiness and smiles were genuine, unlike some other moments where Liam talked about something that wasn't related to him, or it didn't involve money and new items to be purchased; everything felt forced.

Sometimes Zayn felt guilty doing that to Liam, he knew he didn't love him fully. Like? Maybe, but he didn't love him as much as the latter did. When Liam asked Zayn to move in and his eyes held so much hope and love, he couldn't find it in his cold heart to say no, so he agreed on some conditions. Liam's house needed a make over. All the simple, but modern furniture was to be removed and thrown away. Zayn wanted expensive and chic furniture to litter the house, all to be paid by Liam of course. Liam was willing to do anything to please Zayn, so he agreed. But there was a slight problem, he couldn't afford all of that, but he needed to figure something out because he loved Zayn, and he so desperately wanted him to move in. Liam's job gave him a good income, but not good enough. He had to get two other part time jobs so that he would be able to gather all the money he needed.

Zayn felt content when he was assured that Liam loved him. He knew that Liam was utterly in love with him and that's what tugged at his heart strings, he didn't love him as much. If Liam found out he would be crushed, and Zayn didn't want that. That's the last thing he wanted to do to Liam, break his heart, so he decided to continue with his act and he might fall in love with Liam along the way, who knows. Zayn knew that Liam was perfect and he definitely deserved to be loved, but he just didn't know why he couldn't reciprocate his feelings. It teared him apart when he saw how Liam's face lit up whenever he lied to him and told him that he loved him back. It made him feel so guilty that he just wanted to slap himself in the face.

After a month of excruciating work, Liam finally gathered the money needed to pay for all the things Zayn wanted. One thing that bothered the puppy eyed boy was that Zayn wasn't even trying to help him out, he didn't notice how tired Liam was this past month, he only encouraged him to work harder so that he would move in sooner. He didn't seem to notice how hard he was working just to buy him the things he wanted in order for him to finally move in. It hurt Liam knowing that his boyfriend wouldn't move in with him unless he turned his flat into a palace. Was Liam not worth it? Did he have to have all of these useless material so that Zayn would love him? It hurt him so bad, but he didn't say anything in fear of upsetting Zayn or starting a fight with him.

"Liam we have a formal party this weekend at my parents' house, we need to go out and buy new suits." Zayn said as he unpacked the last of his things into their now somehow new home.

"But Zayn I don't have enough money for that right now." Liam mumbled as he looked down embarrassed.

"What do you mean you don't have enough money, don't you have three jobs right now?" Zayn snapped harshly causing Liam to flinch slightly.

"I quit the other two because I thought we didn't need them anymore." Liam was trying so hard not cry, why was Zayn being so mean to him? Besides, they both had suits, but no Zayn has to buy new ones.

"Who the hell told you to do that, we need money Liam!" Zayn exclaimed angrily.

"Why do I have to be the only one working, and no Zayn we wouldn't need so much money if you stopped buying all of these expensive and useless things." Liam was trying to cover his hurt by a fake act of anger. Was he just a wallet to Zayn? Liam felt like curling up into a ball in the darkest place possible to cry his wounded heart out.