electric youth - ziam au

f i f t e e n

13:16 pm, Saturday evening, May tenth, Zayn Malik and Liam Payne placed in a bed, both shirtless and their lips burning for the others.

Zayn's fingers traced Liams chest, followed by butterfly kisses and chills.

Zayn had come over to Liams, and other than Zayn constant worrying about what an awful state their home was in, and what terrible state Liam's parents must be in, judging by the crazy amount of bottles strewn around the loft, it was nice to be alone.

"I try to clean up, it just doesn't work. Im sorry." Liam has said, leading Zayn upstairs to his neat room.

13:42, Saturday evening, May tenth, the moment Mr. Payne, unknown to be home, walked in on the boys, and lost himself in rage.

Zayn was thrown out of the door, not allowed to grab his shirt or shoes or say goodbye. He was pushed out by a drunk man and his screams. He even believed he heard Liam's tears just before the door was slammed.

He stood on the porch for what seemed to be an hour after, his mind frozen. Liam was probably having a panic attack, or his father was doing something awful to him, and Zayn didn't know what to do.

He couldn't calm his boyfriend down or protect him from that man. All he could do was leave.

He suddenly realized why Liam wasn't enthusiastic about Zayn coming over, or why he was hesitant wen it came to his parents, and he didn't blame him.

Zayn almost stopped breathing, starting to walk away from the house. He considered sitting on the side, waiting until his dad left or something of the sort so that he could run in and hold his Liam, but he knew that wouldn't work. If anything, it would put Liam in a worse position, and it made Zayn feel helpless.

So he walked away, slowly, trying to cover his bare chest from the winds as his breathing became steady again, and he started to cry.

Liam was pushed into the living room, onto the floor, and it was the first time he really felt truly afraid. His body began to shake, and he knew that if his father didn't do anything first, he was going to have an attack.

His fathers fists were moving, then, and only after the first four could he not feel his body. It was the first time this had ever happened, and just as Liam shed a single tear, he imagined it becoming a regular thing.

"You're a bum bandit now, eh? I didn't think it could get any worse." He laughed, and Liam coughed up everything that was filling his lungs.

His dad took a seat next to him, smiling at his progress before another two fists knocked Liam into darkness.

Zayn made it home with tears running all the way down his chest. he avoided his mother, who was sat in the kitchen, and his father, who was working in the study, running up to his room and locking himself in.

He fell asleep against the door, holding his chest and keeping Liam's name in his head, and woke up the same way.

He was quick to get ready for school, slipping on skinny jeans and a jumper, hoping he'd see Liam, and they'd go into the library, where he'd let him cry into the soft fabric.

Liam was shaken awake by his mother, his face dried and his body in pain. She demanded he get dressed for school, throwing a few gay slangs at him before he walked out the door, limping and on the brink of tears.

His eye was swollen, almost shut. His lip had cracked, his nose black and blue. He was sure he had broken a rib or two, and his limp tried to provide leave to his bruised thigh.

It hurt, so bad, and when the poor boy tried his luck by walking to school, he almost collapsed. When he made it, everyone couldn't keep his eyes off him. It wasn't for the normal reason - his confidence - this time. It wasn't even because Zayn had come out the week before, and they were dating. It was because Liam Payne looked as if he had been run over by a bus.