x Ziam One Shots x

Tell me

Summary: "Please just tell me this a lie. Please, tell me this is just a dream. Please, wake me up."

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I woke up with him at the other side of the bed, my lips turn into a smile.
It is such an honor to wake up next to him, it felt like he were the king, and I was the less fortunate given the time of my life.

I move his hair away that covered his eyes, god, he was perfect.
I wish it could stay like this forever.

To you who's reading this, Hi, I'm Liam Payne.

This is my love tale, about the only person I've only loved, and will always love, Zayn Malik.

Zayn was confusion to my head, I tell you this with all honesty.

He was my happy pill, my inspiration pill, my energy pill, my everything pill.
Without him, I didn't know what I would do next.

It wasn't really like this really in the beginning.
The first time I met Zayn, I knew he was one of those "one-time" thing for me. It was just make-outs, sex, and just that, Nothing else. I can't even explain why I have fallen for this human being. God, I wish I knew how I could explain.

He never made me feel special in the beginning, you know? We'd only message each other when we needed a quick make-out session. Anything that would pleasure us. Every time there was stress at home, he was my go-to person. His kisses would push all my worries away.

2 years later, we grew closer, he would always be there for me, and I was too. People started to know more about us, we weren't too closed about our relationship, but we never told anybody about our relationship, they just kind of knew. That was when I fell hard for Zayn. God knew I had no reason to fall for this person, I liked him for all the right reasons, and even with all the wrong reasons, I still loved him despite.

"I would really like to grow up old with you." He sends, sending me butterflies down my fucking spine. Or could it be rats instead? Butterflies are gentle, but what I feel right now is a chaos down my stomach, down my spine.

"Please don't tell me things that you're not sure of." I answer.

"Is it wrong that I'm falling in love with you?" He sends next.

"I love you too." I answer, earning a facepalm from my inner self.

Well, that two years was a whirlwind, next thing you know, it's over. Women were just his weakness, and maybe, I was just nothing compared to them.

I started working, and made sure to build myself so high that I won't remember what he looked like, how he smelled. I wanted to forget him as a human being. I wanted to forget that for a moment in time, he was real, he existed and we existed. I wanted to let him know that he hurt me so bad, that he would never be able to get me again.

So I left,
I left every fucking group of friends that related the both of us,

I left the job I had so his trace wouldn't be found,
I cried to every song,
I cried to all the damn places,
I killed myself every single day,

Just to get him off from my brain.

........and, I succeeded.

Add another year to my existence, and he was no longer in my mind, he was no longer the center of my world. I found a better job, I was doing well, I knew I excelled, I knew that I was somehow doing better that I used to, and then what happened?

Zayn walked in my life again, as if everything was a joke.

The first time I saw him again after a very long time, my world shook again. This is the man, that broke me once, coming back. He was erased from the brain, but then, there came my heart again, it started beating again, something I thought it has forgotten to do.