A Second Chance

26

Buckle up for Ziam !

Nobody but you, 'body but me
'body but us, bodies together

The meeting with his professor was over surprisingly early and Liam is now heading towards the university of arts in Edinburgh to pick up his boyfriend.

He hasn't seen Zayn nine days, Zayn was busy with the amount of works that have been piling up and the upcoming midterms.
Whereas Liam was on call increasingly often, so he feels all giddy, happy and eager anticipation is written all over his face as he's nearing his determination.

He is pretty well aware that Zayn is still busy getting some papers ready, so they won't have time to go out for a date, or spend extended quality time cuddling on Zayn's king size bed while watching netflix.

But Liam doesn't mind, he needs to read and prepare himself for the next ward round with his senior physician.

He doesn't complain that they hardly see each other besides their lads' Fridays and the following Saturdays every other week nor that have they time to properly skype besides sending messages and their usual brief calls late night.

These are rough days, no doubt but better days are coming for sure and Liam is making the best of it, so he's content with just being in the same room with his boyfriend, watch him sitting at his desk and ....

"What the hell is he doing there" , Liam is caught off guard when he approaches the main entrance where his boyfriend is supposed to leave the building.

No doubt the raven-haired man, dressed in a black leather jacked and tight black ripped jeans standing in front of the door is his boyfriend.

His boyfriend who is very obviously  having his arms wrapped around the waist of a young slender built and beautiful woman with long wavy brunette hair.

Zayn too focused on listening to whatever the brunette beauty is talking about doesn't notice him nearing.

They seem to be close the way that he looks at her, holds her tight and strokes her back gently while they talk and Liam sees how he carefully pulls her in for a kiss, a friendly kiss  but dangerously close to the corner of her lips.

And his breath hitches when she cups both cheeks gently and kisses him back.

Liam is confused to say at least, he isn't overly jealeous nor distrustful nor controlling but witnessing the love of his life getting all cosy with another person isn't something he bargained for when he decided to surprise his boyfriend spontaneously.

So he swiftly turns around, his heart pounding heavily in his chest, anger and disappointment pooling in the pit of his stomach and he only wishes to leave. Wishes to flee the sight of his boyfriend with someone that isn't him.

No he can't face him now, doesn't want things to escalate.

Because he's mad at him, deeply and utterly mad after all he has taking in, and the impression of Zayn placing soft kisses of her cheeks and them gazing into each other's eyes lovingly while she smiles adoringly at him is too much, is the last straw.

He can't guarantee that he won't give him a piece of his mind, won't yell at him and the feeling of his overflowing anger frightens him.

It's controlling him and he's
on the brink of losing it, shouting out his frustrations and pain so he better leaves before the situations goes out of hand and he utters words he will regret.

Salty tears sting in his eyes, his breathing is laboured and he feels that his lungs aren't filled with enough oxygen.

He feels numb, betrayed and confirmed in his conviction that he's a looser, not meant to find someone faithful and genuinely caring.