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I leave my classroom with tears in my eyes. I had the same teacher now which I had in the morning and she bugged me about telling shit to director and even policeman got a warning. I bump into someone.
"Sorry." I mumble and quickly make my way around that someone.
"Kayla, stop. Don't run away from me." I hear Liam say. I look up at him. He has a smile playing on his lips, but as soon as he sees my expression his smile drops.
"Sorry, did I bump into you?" I ask wiping my tears away.
"Yes. Yeah, you did. What happened?" he asks hugging me once again. I hug him back.
"She bugged me again. I'm already sad about it and she plays with my nerves." I quietly say.
"I'll shut her up tomorrow. Now, let's go home, I have something for you." he tells me with a smile again. I take his hand and closely walk with him. We go the whole way home like this. I feel happy that he doesn't complain about me holding his hand as if he was my boyfriend or something. I asked him what he got for me on the way home, but he said it was a surprise and it couldn't be ruined. We enter the house where ma is already in front of us.
"Hi, Liam." grandma greets Liam with a smile and then looks at me with an empty look, before turning around and going back into the living room. I look at Liam. He doesn't look satisfied. We take off our shoes and go upstairs. He pulls me in his room.
"What is it, Li?" I impatiently ask. He takes something and gives it to me. A box? I open it and look in it. My mouth falls agape when I see a necklace.
"It's a necklace. I was trying to save money for it, because I wanted you to be happy for at least a moment." he quietly explains his gift. I place the box on the table and tightly hug Liam.
"Thank you so much." I whisper in his ear. He kisses my forehead gently.
"You're welcome, little." he whispers back. And once again tears well up in my eyes. I press my head against his shoulder and sigh.
"You've done so much for me." I quietly say and let him go. I take the necklace and pass it to Liam. He softly places it around my neck and closes the cuff. I smile as I look in the mirror. It's a dark blue and violet mix in a stone.
"I'd do more. Come to me." he whispers. I turn to him. He lies in his bed and looks at me. I crawl in his bed and lie next to him just so he could wrap his arms around me and spoon me. I feel good in his arms, it's like I can feel how much he cares about me. Slowly I fall asleep. Warm. Loved. Cared about. Well, at least from him. In the beginning it felt like he was ignoring most of my life, but now I know how much he cares about me. When no one listens to my bullshit, he's always there and listens to whatever I say, he even lets me yell at him for absolutely nothing and everything, then just asks me if I'm okay and hugs. A true cousin love. Now more like a brother.
When I wake up, the first thing that I am looking for is Liam. He still has his arms around me. But it feels different. Like it isn't him. I turn around. But it is Liam. I place my hand on his cheek and watch his reaction. He opens his eyes to look at me.
"Sleep well?" he asks. I nod. He hugs me a bit tighter, but then lets me go.
"When I wake up I always look for him." I quietly admit knowing he'd understand.
"He'll be back soon, Kayla. They gave him one year, he'll be back after four months." he whispers to me. Something happens inside me that makes me happy. I smile at him. He smiles back carefully brushing his hand over my cheek. Only four months left.
"Is he changed though?" I ask what makes him sigh. And it doesn't sound good. Something has changed.
"He is. And I think it's the bad news." he answers. Oh... Well, changed to even worse human being?
"Is he in a gang now or what?" I ask and frown, because what else could've gone bad? He chuckles shaking his head.
"He's not, little. He's just changed." he answers. I love when he calls me little, it reminds me of Zayn. I begin to play with his hair.
"I hope he's okay." I whisper. He smiles again. I don't know what made him smile, but I smile back. He lets me go and steps out of the bed. I close my eyes and imagine Zayn. His black hair. His dark brown eyes. When he smiles, when he's annoyed with me. I miss it all.
*Liam's POV*
I get out of the bed and go to the bathroom to answer Zayn since he's calling.
"What?" I quietly ask. He chuckles.
"Hello to you too. Buddy, I'll be back a bit faster." he updates me. I sigh.
"Okay. Kayla needs you, you can't even imagine how hard it was for her when you left." I say quietly like before.
"I know. And it's hard for me too, but I just can't contact with her just so she couldn't get hurt, Liam." he answers. And I can hear it in his voice that he's exhausted.
"When I call her little she smiles and once she said it reminds her of you." I say what makes even me smile. I like when she's happy.
"Stop! You're making me blush and everyone knows I talk with you only so they'll think that I'm gay!" Zayn whispers. I chuckle.
"Okay, okay. Just think about it carefully. You mean a lot to her." I warn him so he doesn't break her heart. He chuckles.
"Sure. You're with her now?" he asks. I hum.
"She's in my room." I answer, "Just woke up from a nap." I add.
"Okay. I wanted to tell you that I'll be back maybe tomorrow instead of four months. The idiots sent me to work for your company." he laughs what makes me laugh as well. Well, I'm not as innocent as I sound, but I'd never let anyone hurt Kayla.
*Kayla's POV*
I thought he was going to the toilet, but then I heard him talking to someone so I decided I won't wait for him, I'm just trying to fall asleep. Though... when I hear him say 'little' my sleep tip toes away. But I can't hear exactly what he's saying. He comes back after a few minutes and sits in the bed.
"Want to sleep now?" he asks. I shake my head as I look into his eyes. He has some secrets in them. I know it.
"You talked to Zayn, didn't you?" I ask. He nods. Well, maybe he'll tell me?
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Cold Comfort »Z.M.« ✔️
FanfictionAfter her parents were killed she moved to her cousin. She asked for drugs so he called his best friend but he refused to give her any drugs. He wanted to help her in other ways, by being there for her. He was the bad boy type but he helped her only...