Love Will Find its Way

Lies For Truth

Next thing I knew was that I was between ending in a coma and....dying. My heart was aching to hold Liam in my arms again, who was completely ignoring me. Ignoring everyone actually. He was holding a fatal glare, which could possibly kill someone if you got too close or either stared 5 seconds into those rage filled orbs, which prevented me from staring into them. After the long tiring episode where he was away, he came back to the buss at the time of 11pm. The memory of his eyes that was utterly crimson of drinking wouldn't leave my mind and it was killing every single nerve in my body. Like someone had stuck needles everywhere, making sure I didn't move a finger.

Right now, I just wanted to jump out of the window that was taunting me, because fate somehow knew that I didn't had the strength to do it. I was simply a whimp and I felt pitiful of myself. Sighing, I clutch my heart and felt relieved when Paul came out of the double-doors where Simon was expecting Zayn, Liam and I. The rough sound of his voice snapped me out of my suicidal thoughts. The whole tour suddenly wondered me how I even became this.... emotional and whiny. I'm usually a girl who isn't afraid of speaking of ones mind, and I don't let an insult stay in my mind for too long.

"Thea?" Zayn's voice snapped me out of my trance. Seeing Liam had already walked inside the room, was like feeling him fall apart from me even more.

I smiled an assuring smile, letting him drop his frown he held for about an hour or so. I could really see the guilt pooling his eyes, and somehow my hatred for him had temporary cooled down. Zayn just had an special possession on giving 'that look'. I slapped myself mentally, pondering if I could ever get angry with him. Okay, maybe for a week tops, but then after my heart couldn't handle seeing his disappointed look.

"Don't snap." I whisper, making sure that Simon who was sitting beside Henry, couldn't hear it. Their disappointed frowns just proved that I was probably for no good anyways, so I better keep my mouth shut.

"Explain." Simon said sternly, anger coating his voice, and in this point, I know there isn't any other way around than telling him the truth

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I don't ever think I've been so hated, without no one telling me. Well, I could defiantly tell by the look I got from most of the girls when we flew in separate planes, and I'm a little relieved that Danielle understood my position. I guess I can rely my trust on that girl, even though we haven't known each other for so long.

It's a whole other story with the boys. Harry, Niall and Louis defiantly showed the disappointment and anger radiating towards me and the other boys, when Simon decided to cancel the tour for a month, until we could keep our cool again. But I'm having this weird feeling, that something else is going down as well.

"Are you okay, sis?" Caleb asks me, his voice coating pure concern.

Gulping, I look out if the car window, watching the houses precisely aligned as we pass them by. I shrug, knowing that I can't trust my own ability of speaking right now. I don't want anyone from my family to worry about me.

"Just to let you know, I'm always here to help if you need anything. We're always there." Caleb hugs me side ways, flashing me one of his charming smiles. I see my father in the rearview nodding in agreement.

"I know that." I feel myself dozing off, and my mind is mustering all my courage to face back reality.

The reality of possible girls pulling my hair, if Simon hasn't paid the photographer and magazines to shut up about "the love triangle" as they call it. It reminds me of Liam. Oh, my sweet and caring Liam. I miss him so much.

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Zayn's POV

I'm lying on my bed, starring blankly up at the ceiling. In this moment, I hate myself for the stupid things I've done. I practically took advantage of Thea's nonsense demeanor of drinking. Not just ones, but twice. And it kills me to think, that everyone is blaming her for the stuff I've done. I'm regretting every single bit, as I saw her vulnerable face from yesterday.

There hasn't even been going a week, but I could already witness her lack of taking care of herself. It's ripping me apart that I could be this selfish, about a girl I've loved ever since we met. But is this really what I want? Liam and Thea not being together, but suffering without their halves?

"I have to clear this up." And with that, I shrug on my leather jacket and my comfy trainers.

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Reluctantly, I knock on Liam's front door, while sweeping my wet hair from my forehead from the rain outside. It's impossible to think that he wouldn't have the pleasure of talking to me outside, while he's dry from the house roof and I'm getting soaked with water spilling down the sky.

"What do you want?" I'm gaping, surprised of Liam's current expression. He looks starved, as if he hasn't been eating in a month, and I'm surprised that I didn't notice it earlier. I must've affected his love towards Thea quite savagely. It makes a weird painful sting roam my stomach.

Running my hand through my hair, I impassively hold my face with no showing of emotion. I wouldn't dare give him any pride of seeing my reality of feelings. Regret and sorrow. For them both.

"Liam. I'm sorry for everything. Don't blame Thea. She has nothing to do with the bull. You can blame me for all the misery you've been going through. Sorry, man." Wow. I don't ever think I've sounded so... Revealing towards my feelings, but I know that I'm talking straight from my heart that's beating for Thea.

I'm surprised that Liam's still standing in front of me, but I'm getting more curious of his laughter bursting through his lungs. And this laugh isn't of amusement. "Do you really think I could ever forgive you. I know you might think I'm the sensible and understanding guy in our group, but when it gets to harassing my girlfriend, it doesn't immediately comes back to trust. If you really feel regret, you should've never done it."

Slamming the door hard, as if he was a toddler at the age of four, I'm shocked by his change of personality. It's true that I had prejudices him of being the mature and understanding guy in One Direction and practically of my bestfriend's, but I know now that you he isn't.

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Turning on the knob of my flat, I get invited by the smell of alcohol and smoke. I snicker at myself, knowing that I can only drown my misery in cheap liquor or smoking a pack of cigarettes. Suddenly, I startle over an empty bottle as I spot an auburn haired girl watching intently at my wall of countless pictures.

Squinting my eyes, I scrunch my nose in confusion. How did Alice step inside my flat? Then I remember my maid, Kara.

"Oh hi, Zayn." She says, sweetly for my liking. I thought she went back to her parents in Cheshire and not here in London.

Placing bottles upon my little black coffee table, I slump down the love seat. "Um... Hey." I say awkwardly, while rubbing the back of my neck.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here, but let us cut to the important stuff shall we?" She says in an uncomfortable enigmatic way.

Then she hands a me a folder, and inside it makes me mentally gasp of confusion. "Where did you get these pictures from?" I ask my face flushing of concern, but mostly anger. The pictures consists of a picture with Vera holding hands with Liam, Liam kissing Vera and another one with Vera sitting in his lap rather affectionately.

I'm sitting here feeling like shit, and I've practically embarrassment myself in front of Liam, when he basically strides around with another girl. He thinks he's so perfect, and actually a little glad that Alice showed me this picture. I'm wondering where she got it from?

"I got them from an anonymous source." She grabs her bag laying on the floor and walks towards the door. "I gave them to you, because you can use them wisely. Goodbye." And with that she's gone by the wind.

What should I do with these?

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Belated Happy Birthday Zayn! Although you can't see this, I hope you'll continue doing the things you do! x