Fireproof // Ziam

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Liam's POV

Zayn or Sophia? Zayn. No, Sophia. No, Zayn. No, Liam, Sophia is your girlfriend what the hell.

I huffed a deep sigh as I walked into my room and shut the door. Leaning with my back pressed against the maple wood door, I slid down. What was I going to do?

I picked up my phone and dialed Sophia's number. It rang three times. C'mon pick up pick up pick up... her voice rang through the line right before I hung up the phone.

"Hi, who's calling?" I heard a man's voice say.

"Uh, Liam? Who's this?"

I heard muffled tones through the speaker. "Should we tell him?" I hear the man say. "Let me talk to him," a female voice growled angrily.

"What. the. hell. do. you. want. you bisexual faggot" she said through gritted teeth.

"Um I called to check up on you, see if you're alri-"

"Shut up Liam. SHUT UP. I'm leaving you."

"What?"

"Yeah, Mark and I have been dating for six months now, you talked to him earlier. We're actually celebrating our 6 month anniversary right now, so if you don't mind I'm hanging up now."

Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't cry, not right now. Zayn was right across the hall, he can't know I'm crying. Be strong, Liam. I glanced at my phone, where Sophia's number was glowing. I removed her from my favourites list and threw my phone as hard as I could at the opposite wall. Not to my surprise, it shattered into a million pieces, a visual representation of my heart. Everyone leaves me throughout my life so why did it surprise me this time? Sophia was actually one of the people who used to bully me back in grade school, I don't even know why I fell for her in the first place...

I chocked. It was getting harder to breathe. I realized that I was crying now, loudly. I banged my fist on the door, cracking it, causing Zayn to run across the hall into my room, but I had locked myself in the bathroom inside my bedroom before he could get there.

"Liam? What's wrong? Can you open the door?"

I didn't answer.

"Li?"

"Go away"

"I'm staying right here until you come out or let me in"

I sighed, ignoring him as I pulled open the bottom drawer of my sink vanity and pulled out a small black box. I took off the lid and extracted one blade and began to cut. Blood began to rush inside and outside of me. I had missed this feeling; it had been 2 years. Finally. I cut and cut until my legs went numb and I felt drowsy. At that point, I fell asleep on the bathroom floor, with a clueless Zayn standing outside of the bathroom, and blood oozing out of my legs at a quick rate.

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Here's an update; crappy, but hey, it's an update. Please bear with me as it is difficult to get any writing in.

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