Burnt Cigarette {Ziam} (boyxboy)

Why Couldnt I Trust

*Liam's POV*

I had gotten up first, leaving Zayn to rest for a bit longer so I could pack some stuff I left here all those years ago that might fit me now.

I hadn't seen Myrah yet.

Zayn got up as I stuffed my last pare of (now skinny) jeans into my bag of clothes.

since we had just up and came over here he hadn't had anything to worry about forgetting.

still haven't seen Myrah

my mother had drove me to the airport, now avoiding all types of conversation.

Myrah was not in the car.

it felt like a long drive even if it was a 10 Minuit drive.

Zayn had sat with me in the back, sleepily snuggling up to me.

still no Myrah.

my mother had ripped me of the back seat and sped out of the airport drive way, to get me out of sight.

the flight was even longer this time, no one to talk to, no one to hear nag at me, no curly haired lad to back me up on my mum's snide comments.

and no Myrah

I had wandered, isn't this ok? shouldnt I be glad it's not hectic, having Zayn here in my arms blissfully. shouldn't I be glad I can slip in some actual sleep knowing my place, knowing how I feel about so many things.

yes.

I had past out and dreamt about losing Zayn only to wake up to him shaking my shoulders awake.

"we're here" he whispered.

we had gotten out of the plane but the memory of him leaving me would forever be in my mind.

we walked home, no car available to us.

I had jiggled my door knob with the keys in my pocket.

I opened the door and there she was.

Myrah

if only I hadn't open the door, why couldn't I had listened to Zayn, why couldn't I trust him, why couldn't I have said yes, babe, living with you would be awesome! let's never go back!

why couldn't i ?

i could blame it on my mother for giving me trust issues.

I could blame it on Zayn for the numorous heart breaks.

I could blame it on niall for never finding me.

I could blame it on Myrah for making me insecure of if I really earned Zayn.

but it was me.

it was always my fault.

and that's why I'm here now, with my hands gripping Zayn's pierced stomach as I watch his bleeding wrists throb as the one who hurt us both stands above us.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE!" I scream.

Myrah smiles at me.

"why are you here ?"

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short and juicy

(sorta like the author)

whoops jk. thanks guys for waiting, keep commenting, my loves (: