electric youth - ziam au

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(unedited)
[merry christmas everyone !(: ]

Liam woke in a room he knew all too well. Wesley was sleeping on the floor, ontop of the cot she had in her room, and there was an oxegyn tank in the corner, which made Liams chest pound.

"Wesley..." His voice was raspy and his mouth got dry. "Wesley. I-I need water." His voice got louder at the end, making Wesley open her eyes.

She jumped up, reaching for the water bottle the nurse had left before running it over to Liam. She held it up to his lips, letting him sip it. She placed it on the side table.

"You had a panic attack, Li. The doctor said they might have to keep you to access you for anxiety. He said its not the best things to bring into a home like yours." Liam scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"They said that about my depression and look where I am now..." he breathed. Wesley nodded, going to sit on the bed.

"Are you going to tell me why exactly I found you in my room yesterday?" She laid across his feet, her legs hanging off the bed and her head resting on the edge. "I mean, you don't have to, but I've been worrying a bit." She reached over, starting to play with Liam's toes through the sheet.

"Agh..." Liam grabbed his head, groaning. "Can we talk about this later please? I'm so, very hungry." Shed nodded, kissing Liams forehead before running out to the cafeteria.

A minute later the door opened, and Liams old therapist came walking in. They used to meet, but when he was let out and moved to London, he made an effort to not continue their sessions. Liam never liked her, but she did quite like him.

"Liam... I'd like to talk to you..." She sat at the end of his bed, patting his thigh. He groaned, pushing off her hand and folding his arms. She rolled her eyes, running her hand across her forehead. "Liam, will you please roll up your sleeves for me?" She placed her hand back onto his leg, rubbing it softly. Liams eyes widened and he froze in his spot. He couldn't show her his burn. Theyd throw him back in.

She sighed before grabbing hes ankle again. "Liam, I saw the burn... Is your new therapist not helping you?" she asked, her eyes glowing, as if she was helping.

"My God, I've never gone to those session... I don't need that shi-"

"Oi! Liam James, don't you dare swear at me." She took her hand up and down fast again, smacking his leg. He stared at her, absolutely stunned.

"Excuse me, who are you exactly? Youre meant to help people, not slapping them around... Youre acting like my mother. I don't need therapists, thank you. I burned myself in absolute bliss. I didn't know what I was doing. I actually smoked before I burnt myself. I was going insane. I was messed with and it is nothing I will talk to anyone about." His cheeks reddened. "Get out of my damn room, and please, would you please tell Wesley to hurry herself in here."

She scoffed, rubbing her forehead before walkig out of the room. Wesley came in arounf twenty minutes later, carrying a tray and movied to put it on Liams lap.

"I know you don't like chicken nuggets, but its all they had and I got you a lot of ketchup because I know you like ketchup..." She laughed and he took a bite, his face cruching up. "Ah, man... now I feel bad, say you like it, Lamb... make me feel better."

Liam smiled at gave a thumbs up, before pushing the plate away and laying back on his pillows. "I liked it Wesley, I am just saving a bit for later," and Wesley smiled back, taking the next twenty minutes to lift Liam off the tubes and into a wheelchair (which she did consider a talent, beause she could do it with such ease from when she sneaks out of her room), and she quicly snuck the boy back to her own room. No way was she going to spend the night alone if Liam was only a floor up.

And Zayn sat there in his room with a small joint in between his fingers. He didn't know whether or not that was meant to be held against his lips and breathed in. There was something still there, something that felt forbidden, or even unknown. It make his lips shake and his mind race. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with excitement and his fingers physically itched for more.

He was afraid the smoke would erase the feeling that he was sure hed never get back, and he also cursed the cigarette he had straight after for not taking it away and allowing his body to fall in love.

He ran his fingers across his bottom lip, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. His eyes began to water and he slowly discarded of his smoke before laying down on his bed. He felt vulreable, he felt like the world was shaking and he was still. Everything was moving around him and he was stuck in that room, with the damn feeling running through his body. It was almost scary.

"I kissed Zayn, you know, the drug dealer kid out in the garden?" Liam whispered as Wesley settled themselves into her bed, pulling the quilts up to their chins.

"You, what?" Her eyes widened as she cuddled into his shoulder.

"I don't really know how it happened, one minute he was pulling out my bandage and the next we were making dents in the hood of my car." He mumbled, leaning his head onto Wesleys.

"My God, Lamb, I didn't even know you knew him! Let alone want to make out with him! Well, either way, I approve. He's my kind of guy, and wow... I have not smoked in ages..." She smiled, laughing into his chest. "Remind me to do that in the morning alright?

"You cant just assume that i like him though, I don't understand this entire thing. I'm feeling great and its amost scary to me. I kissed a guy, and actually want to do it again. Wesley... when did I become gay?" He breathed, twirling her hair inbetween his fingers.

"Liam... You cant just become gay, okay? Youre born that way, and I'd be lying if i said my wonderful instincts didnt know already. I mean, theres a possibility that youre bisexual... thats a thing. Either way you are yourself, and we've really only got each other as family... so theres no one you can let down here." She smiled, and whe Liam began t talk again, she hushed him and reached up to place his eyelids shut. "Time for Wesley to sleep. Love you Lamb."

"Love you too, Wesley."

"And you love Zayn."

"Shut it."