electric youth - ziam au

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"Hey, Zayn... I'm sorry for last night, although I dont exactly know what happened. Niall is kindof forcing me to call? He broke up with his girlfriend last night and I guess he doesnt want to be sad alone... with me... and he wants to go out drinking... which I dont. Long story short I'm not sorry but I think Nialls scared to ask you to go clubbing with him. Goodbye." Zayn laughed at the message, laying back on the bed with drying eyes and a sore throat. Although, he did feel quite guilty about fighting with Harry.

He wasnt exactly planning on answering, but then the idea came to him that maybe, a drink is just the thing he needed . Maybe that was would wipe the feeling away. Agh, no... he couldn't have that.

He walked downstairs, so thrilled that Monday was tomrrow and hed be back at school and back at Liam, as well as Harry. Maybe hed be able to skip, or possibly just aviod anyone who comes into sight, but the thiught of seeing Liam again made him want to cry and scream, but it also made him want to run to him, wherever he may be.

Maybe if he called Niall up, and he forced him to the club, he could drink it away. He could go back to the bathroom stall with the most attractive woman, quickly sliding out before she could ask his number and having a cab drive his half-drunk, satisfied body home and have a hot shower before cuddling into his duvet.

Or maybe... Maybe he could get into the car, without Niall, and drive four hours in order to look at Liam once again. Maybe he could get there and just sit in the front hall, waiting for him to carefully open the doors, the way he does, and grab him before dragging him somewhere no one could see.

Zayn could never really admit to truly having feelings for someone. He's had girlfriends, but that seems more like a status sort of think when he thought back on it. It made him look better - badder - with a girl hanging off his arm or following behind him though the halls.

Maybe that's the feeling he was getting then. That drop in his stomach, as if there were an endless smoke bomb stuck in the emptiness of his chest. No... No... Surely that wasn't the feeling... Zayn didn't like Liam, or anyone for that matter. Especially a guy. Especially Liam.

"Ugh, Liam I've only got two left," Wesley groaned, taking out her pack of cigarettes. "You're going to have to buy me some for an early birthday present or something." She finished pulling on her hat and fixing her hair around it, lighting the cigarette right in the room.

"Wesley what are you doing?" Liam asked, sitting up in bed and fanning the smoke out of his eyes. "You can't smoke inside!"

"Well I'm not allowed smoking in the garden or they will see me, and you obviously can't drive me somewhere. We are just going to have to risk it, yeah?" She laughed, walking over to her wardrobe and pulling out the same dress she had on a month ago when Liam had come to the field the first time after his move.

She tried her best to get the dress on with the cigarette in her mouth, but she soon needed to blow out and just decided on handing it to Liam to hold.

Liam know he shouldn't have taken it, because once it was in his hand, all the events from the day before rushed back and the boy either wanted to smoke that till to the nub or drag it over his entire arm, multiple times.

He closed his eyes, and thanked God that Wesley changed quickly. She then pulled him up onto his feet, throwing him one of the sweatshirts the hospital provided, which were much too big for anyone to fit in, and sweats he had left behind almost a year before.

They both took a seat on Wesley's bed after he had dressed, and Wesley began to speak.

"So tell me more. What do you like about Zayn?" She smiled wide, blowing smoke through her white teeth.