polar oppoѕιтeѕ ≫ zιaм (boyxboy)

Ch. 14

Ch. 14
{Liam's Pov}
Tears of frustration roll down my flustered cheeks as I furiously select and delete all the photos that reminds me of him. Those photos include selfies of us, selfies of him, and just photos taken of us. Every single one of them, I delete.

Those photos were basically the only pictures I had in my camera roll. I never really took pictures until he came along. He changed me, for better and worse. I've fallen into a state of depression where all I ever think about are the times we've spent together and how such times were all just a bunch of lies.

I never eat anymore, mum's been trying to feed me at least a cracker but I just decline. My appetite is completely gone, one look at food and I'm vomiting on the floor.

I've heard mum talking on the phone, saying I've gone mute. Which is partially true, I don't talk anymore. I can still talk but I just choose not to. What's there to talk about? Absolutely nothing.

Niall says I look like a skeleton, my bones are slowly but surely showing against my ashen skin. Every time he walks in on me sleeping, he's scared to think that I lay there lifeless, well because that's what I look like, a lifeless human.

The grip I hold around my phone turns my knuckles white. I let out an unpleasant cry and throw the device to the side. I just sit there and sob, trying to figure out where in my life have I done to end up like this.

Lonely, Cold, and Heartbroken.

I've had thoughts about breaking the skin on my wrist. I've thought about it multiple times, four to five times a day to be exact. I have razors, but I'm too scared. Scared of if people found out, if they'll judge me and treat me dirtier than they do now, or will they actually care and at least try to help me...

Cutting has crossed my mind before any of this happened, before Zayn. Being bullied was the thought that use to trigger it. Now the feeling of being alone and broken is on the top of the list. I would have slit my wrist ages ago but the condition I'm in is making my intentions very difficult.

The sobs that escape my mouth die down and turn into hiccups. Tears silently fall from my eyes and land on my duvet, damping it even more. I'm pathetic. Useless. Worthless. Ugly.

No one loves you Liam.

No one cares for you.

You're just a waste of useful space.

Eventually my hiccups disappear and are replaced with sobs once again. That's all I seem to do anymore, sob. I beat myself down, then cry about it. That's how fucking weak I am, I make my own self cry.

My sobs are interrupted by my phone vibrating. Picking it up, I look at the caller ID and suck in a breathe. It says blocked number but I already know who it is. Declining the call I toss my phone to the side again.

Running a hand through my sandy brown locks, I pull at the ends. My phone vibrates again, and again, and again. It vibrates one more time before I actually pick it up and answer it.

"Hello?!" I snap, know damn well it's him on the other end.

"Hello beautiful, so nice hearing your voice" his voice fills my ears and tears swell my eyes. He called me beautiful, even though I know he didn't mean it, it still meant something to me. He sounds healthy, unlike me, it seems like our 'break up' is unfazed to him.

"To me it's the total opposite" I state cold and firm.

"Seems like someone doesn't have a friendly spirit"

"Not anymore" I whisper.

"What'd you mean by not anymore?" he asks concern sewn in his voice.

"Because of you I've lost every bit of happiness I had in me. You took that happiness and crushed it, crushing my heart along with it. The way you played me, making me think you actually loved me, cared for me, but those were all lies! I'm a screw up mess because of you. I shouldn't have never forgiven you, but no, I didn't listen to what that one part in my mind was telling me,"Don't do it Liam, don't do it" but I guess it's too late now. Now because of my stupidity I'm sitting in my bed with a fractured hip. You Zayn Malik, are a disgrace, and I hope you rot in Hell someday." I was about to hang up the call when I heard him whisper something. "What? Can you repeat that? I didn't quite hear"

"Liam, baby, I'm so sorry for everything. I would never mean to hurt you like that. You have to hear me out alright? Tomlinson. He's behind everything, he's forcing me to treat like this. Those recent phone calls, he made me do it, he threatened you, saying he was going to end you. I-I couldn't let him touch you baby. He called me before I came to visit in the hospital that day, saying that he was going to get his team members on you, take care of you for good. I couldn't let him do that, so we made a deal, I would break up with you and treat you like shit and he'll leave you alone. Stupid deal I know, but I never meant for it to go this far. I wanted to warn you but every time I did, Louis would find a way to be in the same room at the same time and I would have to flip personalities. I just wanted you to know that I still love you very much and I'm truly sorry Liam" His voice cracks indicating he's on the verge of crying.

"So you never meant to hurt me?" I ask, voice shaking.

"No, never, baby I love you, I just wish I could ease your pain and make it all better."

"How would know if you're not lying?" I question.

"Cause baby, I'm right outside your door" and with that, I hear a click telling me he hung up.

My bedroom door slowly opens revealing a happy looking Zayn. But that happiness is washed away when he sees me. Eyes red and puffy, my face wet from tears, my skin pale, and my body small and helpless.
"My baby" he whispers and engulfs me in a hug. I wince a little but it goes unnoticed. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he mumbles into my neck and places small kisses.

When he pulls back I see tears forming in his eyes. He lifts me up and sits in the same spot, setting me on his lap. I wrap my arms around his middle and dig my head into his neck. I let out a shaky breathe and let this soak in.

We sit like that for what seems like hours but it's only a few minutes. "Have you been eating?" Zayn interrupts the silence.

I hesitate before answering, "No."

"Why not? You need to eat, look at you, your like a living skeleton." He chuckles.

I pout and cross my arms over my chest, offended. "That's rude to say."

"Sorry babe" Zayn apologizes and kisses my temple. "Liam can I ask you a question?"

"You just did doofus" I reply rolling my eyes. "But yeah, you can ask me a question"

"Would-would you like to, um,-" he removes me from his lap and stands in front of me. I see his left fingers twitch, a sign that he was nervous. He kneels down on his right knee and takes out a black box. Is he really doing this again? He didn't have to go and buy another ring, I still have the one when he first asked me out. "Will you be my boyfriend again? This time, no one will get in the way of us." He opens the box to reveal, not a ring, but what it seems to look it, an anklet.

A smile creeps on my face while I nod frantically. "Yes" I manage to croak out. I wrap my frail arms around his neck while he wraps his muscular arms around my waist. "I missed you so much Zayn."

"I missed you too my puppy" he laughs.

I have my love back and this time I'm not letting go.
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A/N: soooooo? How was this chapter? I think it was good in the beginning but got real shitty towards the end. Anyway, Ziam finally got back together and are happy and shitting rainbows. Sorry for a short chapter I just felt you guys deserved something for waiting two weeks for the last one.
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