Ziam one shots

Wrong for too long- Chapter 2: I've been doing it wrong for too long

Part 2

Liam left his classes that night with a ghost weight on his hand. He had covered all his imprints up with makeup again, but it felt like the word 'Jaan' was glaring at him through the layer of foundation and concealer. He was so very tired and upset. He just wanted to get home already. He entered his beat up - but neat - car and drove home silently. He didn't even put on some music, like he always did. He drove safely, but he wished he could just apparate home, like Harry Potter. He snorted at himself because of that thought.

When he got home, he threw his keys in the bowl close to the door, dropped his backpack on the floor and put his coat on the rack. When he turned towards the living room, he freezed.

Zayn was there.

He was sat on his old couch, with Niall on an armchair by his side, throwing daggers at him with his eyes. Liam felt a cold shiver spread through his body and he swallowed hard. What is he doing here? He thought desperately, looking at Niall for answers.

Zayn got up when he heard Liam coming inside. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Um..." Liam cleared his throat. "Hi," he said, thickly. He looked at Niall again, but his friend's face didn't give him any information besides the fact that he was angry. "Excuse me." Liam tried to go to his bedroom, pretending he didn't know Zayn was there to talk to him.

"Liam," Zayn said and he sounded a bit choked. "Can I talk to you? Please?"

"You want to talk to me?" Liam asked, a bit defensive, but not enough to be impolite. "What about?"

"Hm." Zayn looked at Niall awkwardly. "It's private."

Niall got up from the armchair with a hard set on his brows. Liam got scared of being alone with Zayn, and blurted: "Niall can hear anything you want to say."

Zayn looked at Niall, his eyes wide.

"I think it's better if you talk alone, Li," Niall said. It was clear he didn't want to leave, but was forcing himself to. "I'll be in my bedroom if you need me," he said with a warning tone, and left the living room.

Liam sighed and gestured for Zayn to sit again. He sat down, as suggested, and held his hands between his knees. One of Zayn's legs was jiggling in a nervous manner and he looked a bit scared too.

Zayn's nervousness didn't help calm Liam down, though. He went to the armchair Niall vacated and sat down rigidly. Zayn was looking down, his inky hair covering part of his beautiful face.

"Well, what did you want to talk to me about?" Liam asked, after some moments in a heavy silence. Zayn licked his lips and raised his head. He looked so uncomfortable, that Liam wanted to soothe his nerves, but he didn't know how to act. He was too surprised and upset to process what was happening with a clear head.

"I..." Zayn said, looking to the side like he couldn't hold Liam's gaze. "I want to see your hands, please," he whispered, straight to the point, and looked at Liam to see if he had heard what he said.

Liam had heard it okay. He just felt all his blood drain from his body and his head was heavy.

"What?" Liam asked, to be sure.

"I want-- I need to see your hands," Zayn corrected himself, looking at Liam in an earnest way.

"Why?" Liam asked, protecting his hands instinctively between his legs.

Zayn licked his lips again and ran his hand through his hair nervously. "It's just... Did you find your soulmate yet?"

"Why do you want to know that?" Liam knew he was being difficult, but he couldn't help but feel defensive.