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Ziam: Sick Liam part 2

Here's the part two of ziam where Liam is sick but tries to hide it from zayn and goes to work but zayn figures out that he's sick and takes him home

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Zayn's p.o.v.

I took Liam by the arm and guided him out to the car. It was dead silent as we walked through the studio and out the door.

I opened the car door, and Liam sat down in the passengers seat. I bent over do I was closer to his level.

"I'm going to run back inside and tell them we're leaving and then I'll be right back," I said, leaving the door open.

When I walked inside everyone stared at me, waiting for an update on Liam.

I addressed management first. "So as you can see, he's very sick, so he needs to go home, and I don't think he can drive, so I'm going with him," I said.

"As long as you're back tomorrow," the recording manager said.

Then I addressed the boys. "He's pretty sick guys. I better get him home," I said, feeling sorry for leaving them here.

"It's fine mate," Niall said.

"Keep us updated," Harry said, waving his phone around.

"Maybe we'll stop by later?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, I think Li would like that. Bye guys," I said, turning around and heading back to the car.

After shutting Liam's door, I walked around to the drivers side and got in the car, starting it up.

"Let me know If you need me to pull over okay?" I asked.

"Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

We made it home without any stops. As soon as we pulled up, I walked around to Liam's side and helped him out of the car.

"You good?" I asked as we made our way into the house. He nodded.

Once we got inside, I took him to our bedroom and helped him sit on the side of the bed.

"Wait here, I'll be back," I told him.

I grabbed a bottle of water, a can of sprite, a trash can, and a movie.

"Sprite or water?" I asked, setting the trash can down beside him.

"Sprite," he said quietly. I popped the tab and handed it to him.

He took a few small sips before handing it back to me. I set it on the side table to his left, beside the bottle of water. Then I put the movie in the DVD player... It happened to be Iron Man.

I crawled into bed beside Liam. "Babe, why didn't you tell me you were sick?" I asked as he cuddled up to my side.

"I just-," he sighed.

I slid my arm around his waist, pulling him even closer to me. "Hey, you can tell me," I said, pushing his head down onto my shoulder.

"You're always so strong Zayn! You never get sick, you never get hurt, you never cry, but I do. I just get tired of feeling so weak around you," he huffed out.

"Liam," I said. "I would never think you were weak, Li, ever. The reason I am the way I am is because my family was poor. My parents worked all the time, leaving me to take care of my sisters. I was their big brother, I had to be strong. And now that's just the way I am," I said, meaning every word.

"I'm sorry," Liam whispered.

"Hey, don't apologize. Just promise you'll tell me next time you don't feel good okay?" I asked.

"Promise," he said. I smiled and pressed my face into his hair.

"Hey Zayn," he said.

"Yeah?"

"My stomach hurts really bad," he sounded close to tears.

"Aw Li," I said softly, snaking my arm over to rub his aching tummy gently.

His stomach let out a sick sounding gurgle. I flattened out my hand and applied gentle pressure I his stomach, rubbing in soothing circles to help calm the churning.

"That feels nice," he mumbled.

"Shh, try and sleep love, I'll be right here," I whispered into his hair as I fell asleep, rubbing his upset stomach.

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By the next day Liam was feeling loads better, and even went to the studio to do a tiny bit of recording, but wasn't 100% for a few more days.