that's not why × ziam au (short story)

part v × betrayal

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"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."

—William Blake

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Loud stomping was heard from the halls, the chatter of the students had settled down when the thumping noise was heard. They all turned their heads to see whoever it was making their footsteps so harsh and exaggerated.

Liam Payne shoved himself through the halls of the highschool, his jaw clenched tightly along with both of his fist. His face figuritivly screamed 'I'm going to kill somebody' and everyone backed away before they would soon become that 'somebody'.

It was strange to see such a person like Liam so angry, he was a gentle giant; his physic was intimidating but on the inside, he was a big softie. So everyone was whispering and passing things on, guesses to why Liam was so pissed off.

'He's finally going to tell Jordan off.'

'He's been kicked off of the team.'

'Jordan is hanging around with his ex, Sophia, just to piss him off.'

Though the quick rumors were ludicrous, Liam just ignored them and continued to stomp his way over to his destination.

The science room.

The door flew open and all of the teen inside of the room looked up from the microscopes and projects with a bit of a jump, all staring at the furious boy in front of them.

"Everyone." Liam said sternly, in between gritted teeth. "Out."

Everyone had begun to rush out of there, Liam not needing to repeat himself in front of them. He stepped aside and watched how they all flooded out the door, bumping and pushing against each other as they did so.

Liam looked back at the classroom, closing the door when everyone had exited. Well, almost everyone.

Harry sat there, looking through his microscope as always, too consentrated to even hear all of the teens run out of there.

Liam walked over there, his footsteps loud just so he can capture his attention. He pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down, slamming his hands on the table, but he still didn't look up.

"Hello Liam." He greeted, not even glancing up to recognize who was in front of him.

"You sick son of a bitch." Liam growled, leaning in, slamming his hands again for emphasis on the word 'bitch' .

Harry slowly stopped fiddling with his microscope, finally looking up with a frown on his forehead. "Excuse me?" He cocked an eyebrow, scoffing at Liam's sudden attitude towards him.

"Why didn't you tell me, you little twat? Thought no one would find out, didn't cha'?"

Harry had a looked of confusion and disbelief on his face, not knowing what Liam was even talking about. "Find out about what? Liam, are you oka—?"  He couldn't even finish his sentence because he was being pulled in by his shirt collar, his microscope falling to the side once his chest made contact with it as he leaned over against the desk. His green eyes widened and he was intimidated by the lack of space between their faces.