Fighter (A Liam Payne Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight - No Church in the Wild

Human beings in a mob.

What's a mob to a king?

What's a king to a god?

What's a god to a non-believer?

Who don't believe in anything?

- "No Church in the Wild", Kanye West, Jay-Z, Frank Ocean

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ZAYN POV

"Tiger! Your hot wings are done!" My beautiful girlfriend, Maria, skipped into the living room, wearing nothing but my Wu Tang Clan t-shirt and panda printed boy short panties. In her hand she held a plate piled high of smoky, steaming buffalo wings with a side of bleu cheese and a couple celery sticks. An opened bottle of Heineken was in her left hand. I really do have the best girlfriend in the entire world—my vegan girl making me wings just because I loved them. Can't score better than that.

"Jesus fuck, I'm in love with you," I murmured, taking the plate and beer from her. "Thank you, baby."

"And I love you, honey bee." Maria sweetly kissed me, then looked suspiciously down at the Scrabble board and her little divider of letters. "You didn't look at my letters, did you?"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Rain washed away outside me and Maria's little apartment, and the Weeknd's "Trilogy" album hummed from my black Beats Pill. Nights like these were perfect—my girlfriend and I wrapped up in our own little world, smoking a little weed, playing corny board games together, and stopping every now and then to fuck. She'd just whooped my ass in UNO, but then I came back swinging in a game of Sorry. But right now, we faced each other in our most competitive game—fucking Scrabble. We've broken up with each other over this game more than once, but the "I'm-sorry-for-kicking-your-ass-in-Scrabble" makeup sex was always worth it.

I rolled up the blunt in my hand and lit it, taking a slow drag. I exhaled, handing it over the Scrabble board to her. I loved watching Maria smoke—she looked so serene.

"Your move." I smirked at her, watching as smoke curled out of her lips and her brows pulled together in deep thought. Such an angel.

"Hmm." Passing the blunt back to me, she laid her tiles out, spelling "PASTA" and looked at me triumphantly after marking her score down. "Ha! Double letter score."

"You're about to pay for that." I lifted my "Y" tile when suddenly, there was an urgent pounding at my door.

Both of our heads snapped towards the front. "Did you order food or something?" Maria asked, tilting her head. "I just made you wings, fatty."

"No, baby, I didn't order anything. It's probably drunk Louis again or something." I gave her back the blunt, and pulled a gray muscle shirt over my head to answer the door. When I pulled it open, it was that blond chick Liam was head over heels for. The fuck? Her striking eyes were wide, her face was pale and a little green, and she was shaking so badly her wet hair trembled.

"Uh...er, Bella, right?" I said slowly, adjusting the cigarette behind my ear. "A-are you okay?"

"I'm sorry for just coming in like this. Y-your address is connected to your contact in h-his phone. I didn't know who else to call. I hope I'm not interrupting." Her words were clipped, icy, and panicked. She shook her head robotically, closing her eyes tightly. "It's...it's L-Liam."