Zayn's P.O.V
The one time I get to make up my embarrassing moments by begging for mercy for a murder that wasn't going to happen and now throwing up in his probably 16000 dollar toilet. I heaved the last of whatever was in my stomach and slid onto the tile floor. It felt cold against my hot face. I heard a knock on the door.
"Hello? Zayn are you okay?" I heard Liam's muffled voice through the door.
"Yes I'm fine" I croaked but stopped and sat up quickly to heave more up into that 16000 dollar toilet. I held my stomach and groaned. How could I possibly throw up this much!? I didn't have anything to eat or drink anyways. I heard the door click and i covered my face. Footsteps neared me and large hands went under my armpits scooping me up off the floor and into strong arms. I felt comfortable and closed me eyes wiping a bead of sweat that trickled down my face from throwing up so violently.
"Hey..Zayn" Liam said softly. I was laid onto the most comfortable poofy, soft bed ever. I kept my eyes closed, why do I have to embarrass the hell out myself every damn time I'm around Liam..
"Hey Zayn maybe I should take you to hospital.." he murmured. I sat up quickly ignoring the pounding in my head and the sway from dizziness. His large hand instantly went to my back and torso steadying me making my face turn even more red. If I went to the hospital again for dehydration like this they will for sure get me checked out by the psychiatric ward for my anorexia... and the cuts...
Liam's P.O.V
I swallowed thickly as Zayn grew limp in my hands and croaked out a no.
"Just let me go home.." he groaned his head resting on my shoulder...I didn't want to leave him alone at his place though.. I laid him back onto my bed and pulled my phone out calling Linda. "Hello?" She answered on the first ring.
"Need you to come to the mansion please, Zayn is here..he is sick" I sighed running a hand through my hair.
"Okay I'm on my way.." he old voice crackled in my phone. I Thanked her and hung up going back to Zayn who looked so tiny in my giant bed. I felt his forehead which was blazing hot. I threw the covers off of his body causing Zayn to groan in the process.
"M' cold" he murmured.
"Zayn your burning up." I said brushing his shaggy hair out of his face. I stopped touching him for a moment and took a deep breath my hands slipping his tank top off of his weak body. Zayn wrapped his arms around his body in response shivering. I slid his shoes off along with his skinny jeans leaving him in his boxers. I had to admit if he was like this for another reason spread out on my bed I would be very turned on right now. I heard footsteps and turned to see Linda coming into my bedroom shoving me to the side and taking a look at Zayn.
"Awe poor little scrawny thing..Liam does he eat?" She asked poking his protruding ribs. I shrugged.
"I don't know just can you help he wants to go home but I don't want to leave him at his house alone like this" I said scratching my neck.
"Good choice go get me some ice water and a couple cold wet towels." She ordered. I nodded and rushed out of my room getting the things she needed and a large bowel just in case. She told the towels placing them on his thin torso and and forehead. Zayn shivered. I gave him some gum to chew to get the horrible taste of vomit out of his mouth. We propped him up carefully with my several pillows so he was sitting up. I handed Zayn the glass of water which he shakily took and carefully took some sips. My eyes went in on his thin wrist scars etched all over them. My heart dropped in my stomach as I saw more etched over his body. He was suicidal... and starving himself. I blinked a few times and ran a hand through my hair. Linda dusted her hands on her dress a few times and then hugged me.
"I'm leaving now, please...just help him Liam, I know a broken person when I see them " she whispered and then walked away leaving me alone with Zayn. It made sense..maybe he lost so much weight that his uniform got too big and it slipped off. I mean it did look huge on him. Zayn's breathing was heavy and slow his eyes fluttering every now and then. His eyes fully opened when i sat next to him.
"Please let me go home" his voice was hoarse as he begged.
"I'm not letting you go home like this Zayn...we might as well get to know each other.." I said stretching me arms behind my head.
"Favorite color?" I asked. Zayn giggled.
"Seriously?..um I don't know black" he answered.
"You?"
