Something I Need (One Direction FanFic)

Fade Into Darkness

Liam's POV

            I unlock my front door and kick off my running shoes. Sweat covers my over heated body and I walk to my kitchen reaching into the fridge for water. I take a long swig and grab a kitchen towel and drying my face, neck, and bare torso. Slinging it over my shoulder, I just lean against the counter slowing my breathing from my run. That's when I hear my ringtone from the other room. I pad over to my living room and reach for my phone drinking my water. Looking at the caller ID and I choke on the water in my mouth in surprise. 
            Natalie Gold.
            It's her. I hesitate on answering just staring at it then I finally answer, clearing my throat.

            "He-hello?" I say.
            "Hey, um, how are you?" She says nervously over the phone. 
            "Fine." I say curtly, more venom then intended. 
            "Oh," She pauses a moment then asks. "I was wondering if we could talk?"  
            "We are talking." I say, my voice still cold. 
            Over the line I hear her sigh. "I meant in person. Don't be such an ass about it; I'm just trying to figure things out!" She yells over the line. 
            "Like I haven't heard that before!" I scoff. How dare she deliver that same line, the same line that tore us apart.
            "Damn it Liam I'm trying to fix things! If you're interested in doing the same meet me at the café Friday at noon." She says into the line and then hangs up. 
            I drop my phone in disgust on my couch and pace my living room. The nerve she has in calling me, just to yell at me. I fume and I walk across the house into my workout room where I have a punching bag. 
            I punch the bag as hard as I can spastically delivering blows that'd knockout a person, and I scream. I scream, long and loud until I feel my throat become horse and dry. I punch the bag another time and it swings back and knocks me down and I just lay there looking at the ceiling, breathing hard. She broke me. Usually so level headed and calm in times but she broke me. She broke my heart. 

Nat's POV

            I hang up the phone and toss it at the couch next to Harry, face flushed from frustration.
            "See was that so hard?" He asks smiling at me.
            "Yes, yes it was. He was so...so..." I stutter trying to find the right word.
            "So what?"
            I look away from Harry and up at the ceiling. "Withdrawn, explosive, not my Liam."
            "He has never been yours." Harry says. I turn to look at him to see this imaginary Harry without a smile on his face for the first time.
            "Uh, I know that, you know what I mean..." I say mumbling, trailing off and looking away once more.
            "Yes I do, but do you?" He asks that smug smile returning.
            I turn to scowl at him and just see an empty seat. "Damn you Styles, damn you." I say under my breath. 
            I check the clock and it reads six, I having been here for an hour and a half. Stranded, I call Zayn for a ride home, which is now his house apparently. The ride was quiet, me being caught in the currents of my own mind. Once home, Zayn tried forcing food into me but I wasn't hungry.
            I sit on his couch splayed across it covering my face with the back of my arm. "Do you want to talk Nat? There is definitely something wrong." Zayn asks from somewhere in front of me. 
            Not removing my arm, I shake my head content on ending this discussion. I can feel his eyes on me, but he remains silent. I hear an over exaggerated sigh and then a soft pair of lips against my forehead. He leaves his tender kiss upon my head, brushing my hair back. "When you want to talk, I'll be in my studio." He says walking out the room. 
            Minutes pass, maybe even hours until I finally get up and just walk to the bedroom. I shed off my clothing not bothering to put it away and put on an oversized shirt and boxers, schlepping into bed. Eventually I feel pressure on the bed and Zayn's warm body pressed to my back, arm slung around me. His usual touch usually instantly calming me and setting me at ease, has no affect and my mind races till the light of dawn.