Good Enough

T w e n t y o n e

Sliding the sweatshirt over his head, Liam sniffles wiping his eyes as he glances at the pill bottles sitting on the nightstand teasing him; did he really need them? 

"You need to sleep," Harry mumbles entering the dining room with a tired look, "I'm fine." Louis retorts his hands cupped around the half-empty mug of coffee he'd been refilling all night. Connor is across from him, his eyes weary. He's angry to hear that his Papa had called Liam a "Fuck Up." Though he couldn't just point the hate at Louis anymore, he had betrayed Liam in the worst way by sleeping with his best friend.  

The tiled floor echoed the sound of Liam's sneaker footsteps, he halts for a second seeing the remaining family in the dining room much like the scene he had been fortunate enough to escape from last night. 

Louis pushes away from the table rising, "L-Liam,"

"What?" Tightening the hold he had on his backpack strap, his look hardens when Harry clears his throat, "Liam we're all trying here," He swallows thickly shaking his head with a scoff, "No, i-it's not going to work."

"W-what's not going to work?" Louis asks furrowing his eyebrows, "I waited for you to try," Liam reminds his voice showing the tears he was fighting, "A-and we're sorry for that." Harry inquires stepping forward, "I-I have school." Liam mutters the weak excuse leaving the room for his car, the same one he rode in every day. The driver as always greeted him with a smile, one Liam didn't return today, he parked in the same spot letting Liam off directly in front of the double doors. And there as if nothing was wrong stood Niall, his hands clutched anxiously on the straps of his bag with a smile daring to spill whatever information he deemed important for Liam to hear about. 

It was routine. Niall and Liam had twenty minutes each morning to prep themselves before the first-period bell rang, thirty minutes at lunch, and the short hallway class exchanges. 

Watching Niall, Liam saw the friendly face fall as the eye contact spoke the words their mouths didn't. Liam stared at him until he was two steps away from him, in those moments he kept his eyes straight ahead. In those moments Niall's face grew red as he wondered if his secret had gotten out regarding his latest fuck buddy. 

It wasn't fact (it'd technically be considered a myth) but everyone assumed the Irish lad was a fuck boy. He could spit game for days, and he was charming. What guy or girl wouldn't want him? Truth be told Niall didn't mind having other guys jealous of what they knew as truth, and Niall knowing was pure rumor. 

Connor was his first, and Niall hoped with everything Liam didn't and wouldn't ever know.

Liam sighs guessing he should've altered his routine to avoiding Niall, as for he now had twenty minutes to do literally nothing. Sitting at his desk in his first, Liam scrolls through his phone contently as he reads tweet after tweet of some fight celebs had. If there was anything to give credit to his parents for, it was that they didn't start fights over media. His Papa once did with some musician, but Harry hadn't ever to his knowledge. 

Before he knows it the five-minute bell had rung, usually the time Liam and Niall would be entering the room together. However, on this morning, Liam stares at the door seeing Niall enter giving him a soft smile, "Hey, are you ok man?" he tightens his jaw tearing his look away and back onto his phone. Until he could find the right words to say, Liam figured it best he said none at all. 

"Sorry about last night, your parents were right to be worried-" Zayn's apologizing, Liam drops the phone onto the desk going wide-eyed as he stares into the concerned hazel eyes, "N-no, no, um, no.." As if it were the only word he could say, Liam wets his lips shaking his head, "Zayn m-my parents had no right, t-they're just," Again he's at a loss for words when it came to describing the people who gave birth to him. 

"They were being parents, I get it," Zayn muses sitting next to the boy, "I'm covered in tattoos and I probably smelt like an ashtray." Liam rolls his eyes fondly, "No, y-you smell good." Zayn squeezes his arm endearingly, "So I took it upon myself to finish the project, you looked busy last night."

"Trust me I was," Liam mutters more to himself though Zayn overhears, "Yeah, I was going to ask if there was trouble in paradise." Liam's going to ask what he meant when the teacher begins his lecture. 

Finally, the class ends, Liam packing his backpack up being stopped when Zayn places his hand on one of Liam's notebooks, "Do you want to grab lunch today?" Smiling shyly, Liam nods chewing his bottom lip in thought, "Y-Yeah, um I-I can meet you i-in the courtyard." Zayn nods flashing a charming grin, "I'll be there." Leaving the room, Liam watches after him with a geeky grin himself.

"Oh my God did Zayn Malik just ask you out?!" Niall squeaks grabbing Liam's bicep squealing in mock excitement. Liam rips his arm away scoffing, "Don't try to act like my friend now." A look of hurt flashes in Niall's eyes, "W-what's supposed to mean?" Liam nods slowly, he throws the bag onto his shoulder glazing, Niall, over, "You know what you did." And as if that statement of accusation said it all, Niall's stepping back as Liam leaves the room angrily.

The lunch bell breaks Liam from his trance in Math class, he was busy doodling flowers on his paper when he's practically jumping from his seat hurrying to the cafeteria. Grabbing the usual turkey sub, he adds a bottle of water exiting to the courtyard pulling his jacket closer. He scans the yard grinning when he sees Zayn sitting at a concrete table drawing himself.

Heading towards him, Niall runs to Liam walking in tow, "Look I'm sorry okay, I-I know that you're angry but please-"

"Niall stop, s-sorry doesn't cut it. P-please just leave me alone." Liam begs, Niall nodding when he sees the puppy eyes slick with tears. 

Arriving at the table with Zayn, Liam greets him setting his stuff down, "What's the fight about?" Zayn asks opening his own sub to eat, Liam rolls his eyes shaking his head, "I-I couldn't tell you."

"Niall cheated on you?" the food turns to dust in Liam's mouth, he's leaning over spitting it in the grass, chugging water down quickly after, "W-what?!"

Zayn goes wide-eyed as well, "Y-you're not dating Niall?" Liam scoffs playfully, "N-no, we're just friends, were friends." Zayn nods apologizing, "I'm sorry, I just saw you two together and then Kevin asked about him,"

"Who's Kevin?"

"your brother," Zayn remarks laughing when Liam does, "His name is Connor."

>>The rest of this cute little date will be in the next chapter, I'm having to write quickly because my laptops fixing to die and this needed to be updated!!<

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