still yours (l.s)

part 13

Special Ziam chapter for you guys! 

Larry chapter coming tomorrow!

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"Zayn, wait!" 

Liam ran after the raven-haired boy frantically. Zayn didn't stop, continuing down the hall quickly. 

"Zayn, fuck!" Liam sped up just as Zayn reached his room and slammed the door shut, breathing heavily. 

He leaned against the door and sat on the floor of his room, running his hand through his hair. 

"Zayn!" Liam knocked on the door. "Zayn, just listen, please!"

Zayn wrapped his arms around his knees, panting. "Liam, just leave," he said. 

"No," Liam argued, knocking loudly again. "Just let me in!"

Zayn let out a shuddered breath, which Liam heard. Liam sighed and crouched down in front of the door. "Listen, I know you're scared, but we can talk. We can talk about this,"

Zayn sat still, not saying anything. 

"Please," Liam added, an edge of desperation in his voice. 

Zayn rubbed his temples, groaning. He stood up and opened the door. 

Liam got up quickly, brushing his pants off. He closed the door behind him and followed Zayn inside. 

Zayn drank from his water bottle, his eyes on Liam the entire time. 

Liam reached for his hand. "Zayn-"

Zayn retracted quickly. "Don't touch me," he muttered. 

Liam felt a sting but brushed it away quickly. "Are we going to talk about this?" he asked gently, not wanting to piss off Zayn more than he already was. 

"There's nothing to talk about," Zayn insisted, setting his water bottle down. 

"Zayn, you and I both kn-"

"There's nothing to talk about!" Zayn interrupted loudly. "You have a girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. We're friends,"

Liam stepped closer, making Zayn take two steps back. 

"C'mon, Zayn!" Liam said, aggravated. 

"You c'mon!" Zayn yelled, stepping forward and shoving Liam. 

Liam was extremely built, but he stumbled back a little. He looked up at Zayn, the anger clear in his face. 

Zayn swallowed. 

"You want me to spell it out for you?" Liam said, moving closer. "Because you're being pretty fucking immature,"

"Fuck off," Zayn said, trying to shove him again. This time, Liam caught both of his arms and pinned them above him head, pushing Zayn's body into the wall. 

Zayn grunted, struggling to free himself. Liam kept a tight grip, pressing his body against Zayn's. 

"Let's. Talk." Liam reinstated. 

"About what?" Zayn gasped, exasperated. "There's nothing to talk abou--"

Liam leaned in suddenly, smashing his lips against Zayn's.