electric youth - ziam au

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Liam made it to the therapy session almost twenty minutes late, due to the time it took to get his car back from his father and clean it of drunk bodies and bags of liquor. He ran into the room, quickly sitting next to Wesley. The instructor waved to Liam, excusing him for being late because he knew about the condition he's constantly in.

"Good evening Liam, how are you? You made it just in time for our speaker." Liam froze at his words. Wesley wasn't good with new people in the therapy sessions.

He looked over to her and found she was looking right back with wide eyes. She was going to transition into Wes as soon as that person walked into the room. She immediately shrunk under Liam's arm, fixing her skirt out and cuddling into her jumper before digging the side of her head into his chest. Liam leaned back against the wall, pulling Wesley close.

"Now, everyone please welcome Mr. Malik to the room."

The more conscious patients began to clap as a tall man entered through the door. Liam recognized him somehow, and almost missed Wes come trying to figure out where he had seen that face before.

"Li..." Wes whispered, cowering into his side.

"It's already babe, shh. He's a nice man." He repeated what he said everytime. He was worried about this, because when Wesley was back, she wouldn't remember a thing.

"Hello everyone, I hope you're having a great Wednesday." He spoke loud, making some of the crowd flinch or moan and hold their ears. "Sorry, sorry." He slowed his words. "I am Dr. Malik, but you can call me Yaser. We are all friends here."

Liam rolled his eyes at him. He hated these sorts of speakers. He knew that many of the patients were in a state of childlike mindset, but he sure wasn't. He was a depressed seventeen year old who really only agreed to this for Wesley's sake.

Wes had begun to shake violently under Liam's arm, but as bad as it sounds, it was nothing unusual. He rubbed her back, whispering hush to her as well as trying to listen to the speaker in order to fill her in when she had gotten back.

Around a half hour through the talk, the doors flew open and a boy in a big sweatshirt and tight jeans walked right in. Liam's mouth nearly fell to the floor.

"I apologize for the interruption, this is my son Zayn." Dr. Malik spoke up, pointing at Zayn who was now sitting in the back seats.

He gave an annoyed wave and began to look into the crowd of patients. Liam looked down at his lap and eventually buried his head into Wes' hair, trying not to be seen.

After the speech, Liam walked Wes back up to her room and asked the nurse to bring up her cherry tea.

In the room, Liam pulled Wes onto the bed, placing her into his lap before rubbing her back and turning on her favourite program. The door flew open again about seven minutes later, making Liam and Wes jump out of their skin for a second.

Zayn was standing right in the doorway, holding a cup of tea and a large cloth napkin. He was looking down, but even that didn't give Liam enough time to think of what to do at that moment.

"My dad told me this would be a good experience. Not sure why, but I sure do hope this is the right room. I need a smoke and can't handle walking around anymore." He looked up then, his eyes widening at the sight infront of him. "You?"

Liam was still cuddling Wes to his chest, a child's show on TV and a blanket placed over them. He nervously nodded his head, watching Zayn slowly walk the tea over.

Zayn eyed Wes as he placed the cup down. She was hiding from the strange boy, making Zayn seem confused. He looked at Liam once again before quickly taking the tray and leaving. He looked worried, sentimental even. Liam was expecting some snide remark about how he was a mental patient from the boy he hardly knew, but it didn't come.

Wesley came back a little under an hour later, waking Liam from the nap the children shows had put him into. She shook his shoulder until he opened his eyes.

"Did she drink the ENTIRE cup of tea? Jesus, Liam. You're going to make me fat." She smiled, standing up and going to get dressed.

She opened the cabinets with no trouble, since Liam had recently helped fasten them to the wall in order to open them with the only hand she had. She picked out a dress and a pair of flowery boots, undressing and dressing again right in front of Liam. Whenever he asked why she wasn't concerned about undoing herself right there, she always told him that she knew him better than he knew himself.

Liam fell back into the bed, desperately in need of more sleep. He quickly made his way into it, Wesley giving him a light kiss on his forehead before going to get dinner from the cafeteria for both of them.

Zayn, however, was out in the garden, smoking where he was specifically told not to. He was too shaken to remember that comment, though. Never in a million years would he expect to see Liam in that place. Not that he cared, honestly, it was just another thing to pick at him about, but it was so strange.

He couldn't help but wonder why he could possibly be there. Was he mental? That would explain a few things. Was he a danger? No, he wears flowers on his head for God's sake. Maybe he wasn't even a patient. Maybe he was just visiting his girlfriend or friend or maybe even sister - Zayn didn't get to see the girls' face.

"Excuse me?" Zayn jumped at a light voice from behind him.

He turned to meet a thin, short girl in heels and a very, very large jumper. Zayn automatically knew it was the girl who was with Liam, considering the fact she had white hair.

Zayn waited for her answer, giving him enough time to crush out his cigarette.

"Is this yours by any chance?" She held up a cellphone, rocking it from side to side between her fingers. Zayn nodded, reaching out to grab it from her. "You have a deal to attend to. He wants 23 cases. Look, I know it's none of my business, but please be careful. Anyone who wants 23 cases of drugs must belong in this place with us. Believe me, I know." She walked back into the building, and Zayn watched her grab two plates of food and walk away.

He did in fact have a deal to complete, and it was true that he wanted some ridiculous amount, but it wasn't as if he hadn't dealt with anyone like that before. He'd even dealt to someone asking for 100 cases. As long as he got the money, Zayn didn't give a care.

When he arrived at the address, he was greeted by a full party. There were neon lights and beer kegs filling the yard, almost like a college let down.

A few people opened the door, grabbing for Zayn and pulling him into the house. They made the trade, then telling Zayn he could stay for as long as he liked, as long as he didn't do anything to the beer.

Zayn took up the offer, of course, because who would pass up the opportunity to get black out drunk?