Fireproof // Ziam

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Zayn's POV

When I returned to the room about an hour later, Liam had already left. Sighing, I plopped down on the bed and glanced at the clock. 12 AM

I decided to take a nap, as if I didn't sleep enough last night. I couldn't help it, I love to sleep!

I was running for my life, the rubber soles of my shoes were pounding on the concrete of the pavement.

"GO AWAY" I shouted "PLEASE STOP"

But they wouldn't stop chasing after me. They had already stolen my money and socked me in the eye, what more could they possibly want? It was then I ran into a dark alley, running all the way down until I realized it was a dead end. I panicked. Glancing around quickly, I tried to take in my surroundings, trying to find a way out, but it was no use; there was no way out and the boys had caught up to me and were closing in.

Then out of no where, a man with a black cape and mask jumped down. "Leave him alone" the male growled at the boys, showing not a single ounce of fear.

Did he know who they were? Those were the Bradford Wolves...the toughest gang in the county.

But surprisingly the boys seemed scared and backed away slowly. Strange.

Just a few seconds ago, they wanted to kill me, but then some lunatic floats down and waltzes in with a little cape and face mask and they're scared of him?

Then the man with the cape turned around and hissed, "Now that I have you all to myself...."

I sat up with a jolt, I was laying in a pool of sweat. The sheets, mattress and my clothes were all soaked, not from urine but from all of my salty sweat.

Maybe I should go see a therapist or a psychologist about my dreams, I thought to myself. I've been having a series of nightmares lately and they won't go away.

Humming, I willed myself out of bed when I looked up and saw that it was 5 PM.

I let out a heavy sigh, knowing that Liam was still out with his girlfriend, whom I despised. Well, he said he would be home for dinner, which was typically around 7 PM, so I'd better start cooking now.

I was walking down the stairs of me and Liam's flat to the kitchen, pondering what I should cook for the two of us. Asian food? No... American? Nah....

I decided I would cook up some Mexican food - some enchiladas and tamales - all of which would be handcrafted and made with love.

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Zayn's POV

"I'm hooooomeee!" I heard Liam shout as he slammed the front door shut. "Woah, it smells delicious in here! What's cookin', good lookin'?" Liam asked, it was his signature line.

I smiled, "It's a surprise!"

"Aw phooey, you're no fun Zaynie," he pouted.

"So how was your date?" I asked cooly, trying to hide the hate and disgust in my voice.

I saw Liam tense up a bit out of the corner of my eye.

"Well... not so well. I came out and confessed that I was bisexual..."

I choked on my spit and was coughing breathlessly for a good five minutes.

HE'S BISEXUAL?!?!!?!?

I collected myself, "Uh...So erm...What did she say?"

"She wasn't exactly happy about it. She told me I needed to figure myself out before we saw each other again...And that she wouldn't date me if I was bisexual...."

Liam shifted uncomfortably. I walked over to him and we were chest to chest. I opened my arms wide, embracing him and rubbing slight circles gently on his back.

"I know you love her Liam, but this is something you have to decide for yourself. And if she can't accept you being bisexual, then she doesn't truly love you Li, she's not worth your time."

"My Lord....you have been right the whole time. Why couldn't I see? How have I been so blind??" Liam cried out.

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