The Good In Me [Ziam]

9

It was now Friday, Liam was glad today was his last day being supervised even though he was slowly getting along with this Naomi chick. He was cleaning up around him until Naomi walks up with a piece of paper.

"Liam I'd just like to apologize for watching you like a hawk this week but overall you did great and I'll make sure Henry knows you deserve to keep this job" she hands him the paper before leaving, he didn't even get a chance to say anything. He reviewed the paper and saw it was a copy of the notes she made for him, he even noticed how she didn't include how bad he was the first day she supervised him.

He smiled to himself finally glad things were turning around even if he experienced a few rough days this week with constantly being distracted and not even knowing it. He walked towards his car and took his phone out to see if he had any messages or calls. There seemed to be none so he guessed Louis wasn't going out since he would text him if he was leaving.

He put his keys in the ignition and was about to drive home until his phone went off. He answered it without looking.

"Hello"

"Liam!" A loud Irish yell bursts through the line and Liam had to pull his phone away from his ear because of how loud he was.

"What's up Niall?"

"You're my friend right? I mean I'm Louis' friend so I'm your friend" Liam was confused as to where this was going. Though he sure didn't miss how drunk he sounded so maybe that's why he wasn't making any sense.

"Yes Niall I'm your friend, what did you need?"

"Can you pretty please go to my house and grab me some clothes, I'm sleeping over your house!" He yells excitedly while Louis cheers along in the background "Zayn should be there, if not there's a spare key under the mat, thanks Lili!" He immediately hung up. Liam sighs and sets his phone down until he reviewed a text message to see Niall sent him his address.

He put the address in the gps, he has been to their house once but he was drunk so obviously he didn't really know where it exactly was. Once he way there he couldn't help but feel weird about seeing Zayn again, that's if he's even there. He hasn't seen the guy since the time he was at his apartment cross faded and getting emotional. He probably doesn't even remember, Liam hoped. He just feels that if he does remember he would be mad again and ignore him but for some reason Liam didn't want Zayn to ignore him.

He pulled up to the two story home and saw there was no car in the driveway obviously showing no one was home. He didn't bother knocking and instead took the spare key from under the mat and let himself in.

Once he opened the door, he turned on the lights and looked around, the last time he was here he didn't have time to look since he was rushing to get home. He saw leather couches, flat screen tv, a coffee table and a few painting hung in the wall in the living room. He didn't really find Zayn to be into art but then again he doesn't know anything about him.