Sorry again for being slow with the updates. My last chapter didn’t get as many reads as usual and I’m pretty sure it’s because most of you didn’t get the notification, and I have no idea why but hopefully it resolves itself soon. Enjoy x
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“Haz I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean it I swear, I just got caught up in the moment”
Louis had been spitting out apologies ever since they left the stage. He felt awful for even suggesting they go on a break, because now he realised that as much as harry didn’t trust their relationship, neither did he as he called it off as soon as there was a minuscule issue.
“Lou you need to stop. I’ve heard you say your sorry about a thousand times now, there’s no need for it. If I was angry or upset with you I wouldn’t have even considered singing that in front of all those people. It’s over now, let’s just forget it and move on” Harry replied in a stern but soft tone, holding Louis by the shoulders.
“I know but, I shouldn’t have called it off as soon as we had a misunderstanding, it just shows my lack of effort in this relationship and I hate myself for it. You don’t deserve it” Louis argued with sadness laced in his tone, looking down at the floor in shame.
“Like I said, it’s over now. There’s no point going over and over the same thing when it’s already been resolved. We’re good yeah?” Harry continued, lifting Louis’ chin so their eyes could finally meet.
“Of course were good, doesn’t make me feel any less shittier though” Louis practically whispered.
“Look, it was a tense situation alright. You probably didn’t know what to do and jumped to the first solution, even if it was a shit one. But this doesn’t change the way I feel about you, nor does it affect or make me want to end our relationship. I love you” Harry repeated, sighing by the end of it but hopeful that Louis would understand.
“Alright, I love you too” Louis finally gave in and dropped the topic with a heavy sigh.
Louis sunk further into the seat, or Harrys chest, as the taller man pulled him closer, placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head with a grin spread wide on his face.
They were sat in the dressing/lounge room backstage and they could still faintly hear the screams of the fans as they left the stadium. The lads were sat around them on various chairs and smiled in fond at the two boys who had found one another again.
They knew they would, it was inevitable. But it still caused them great joy to see them smiling, gazing, sharing lingering kisses every now and again. A drastic contrast to when they were shouting, arguing, crying.
It also caused Liam to long for what the two shared. As he watched them gripping to one another for dear life, in their own little world being content with just each other, it made him realise he once had that, but not so much anymore.
He still hadn’t figured out what he and Zayn were. Their little fling in the past was cut off abruptly when Zayn stated he was trying to figure himself out. You see, as good as it was between the two, Zayn was confused with his sexuality, and often found himself trailing his eyes down women’s bodies instead of his boyfriends. It just didn’t work out in the end.
But now that the band is back together, and so is Zayn, Liam can’t help but wonder what it would have been like if it had worked out. What if Zayn stayed? What if he really did love Liam the way he claimed he had. There were too many possibilities that ran through his head and with the way things were going at the moment, he desperately needed answers.
It was almost as if Zayn was indirectly toying with his emotions. The Small actions, the words that left his mouth, the gestures, the sarcastic remarks, the hints, the winks, the touches. This happened almost every day. Zayn would do something that would get Liam’s heart racing, but then aching when he realised it was all in a playful manner.
He couldn’t put any blame on the man, he probably didn’t even realise he was doing it. But at the same time all he wanted was to take Zayn aside and demand an explanation. So that is what he was going to do.
“Hey, can I talk to you for a moment? In private” Liam whispered to Zayn who was sat closely to his side.
Zayn turned and raised an eyebrow before nodding and taking his hand to pull him away from everyone else.
They left the room and Liam could feel everyone’s eyes on them, but he didn’t care, all he could focus on was his rapid head beat and jumbled thoughts, secretly hoping Zayn couldn’t feel the sweat that was practically pouring out of his clammy hands.
Once in a secluded area, Zayn leans against the wall and cocked his head to the side, waiting for Liam to speak. But he just couldn’t get the words out, therefore Zayn was the one who began the discussion.
“So, What did you want to talk about?” Zayn asked in a confused tone, noticing Liam’s tense stature and nervous expression.
“I-I, um, fuck, never mind it doesn’t matter. This was stupid let’s just go back to the lads” Liam rushed out, stumbling over his words as he reached for the door handle, but he was unable to open it with how much his hands were trembling.
“Hey hey, wait a minute. What’s going on? Your shaking like a leaf. I don’t make you that nervous do I?” Zayn asked teasingly, not exactly helping Liam with his inner dilemma.
“No! No o-of course not. You don’t effect me like that in any way. I’m not nervous, I-I just made a mistake-“
Liam began, but was cut of from Zayn who placed his hands on his shoulder whilst rubbing circles into the fabric of his t shirt, trying to calm the obviously distressed man down.
“Not nervous? Please, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. I don’t know what you just blabbered about, but I’ll ask you again. What’s going on? You know you can talk to me, I’m not going to judge you” Zayn said in a soft tone, smiling for reassurance.
Liam sighed and fell back against the wall, turning his head up to look at the ceiling whilst he tried to calm his breaths down. Zayn just stared at him with concern, confusion and worry. What could be getting him so worked up?
“Fuck this is messed up” Liam muttered to himself, shaking his head.
“What is? Come on li, just talk to me” Zayn asked again, still rubbing his shoulder.
Liam cringed at the feeling of Zayn’s hand on his shoulder. Not because it was unpleasant, god no, but because he doesn’t think he can hold back from the man for much longer, and the touching was not helping him, even as innocent as it was.
“Please don’t touch me” Liam whispered desperately, shrugging the hand away from him and keeping his gaze anywhere but the mans face.
“What? Why? Just, Liam what the fuck is going on with you?” Zayn repeated, feeling a pang if hurt in the pit of his stomach at the rejection.
“What are we Zayn?” Liam finally spat out, frustrated at the shit situation and finally looking in them beautiful eyes as they stared right back into his own.
“W-What?” Zayn spluttered out, more confused than ever. He was taken aback from the sudden question, not at all ready for this conversation.
“You heard me. What the fuck are we? Because I’m sorry but I can’t stand this tension any longer” Liam said sternly, finally gaining his confidence back as he had control of the conversation.
“I-I don’t know what your talking about Liam” Zayn lied, he did know what he was talking about, he just couldn’t bring himself to face the issue head on, not right now anyway. He didn’t think he was ready to admit anything to himself so soon.
“Bullshit. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Our little fling may have ended years ago, but the feelings never left. The remarks, gestures, actions, nicknames, touches, insinuations. It’s like your trying to drive me mad. You can fucking deny it all you want, but I know for a fact you still feel the same way you did all those years ago, even if you don’t want to” Liam ranted as he pushed Zayn against the wall, towering over his figure as the man stared at him with wide eyes.
“Y-you don’t know shit Liam” Zayn replied, but as he tried to put on a confident tone all that came out was a whisper. It was not believable at all to say the least.
“Don’t I? It may sound cliche, but I see the way you look at me, like you did back then. If you don’t feel anything, what’s with all the kisses, the touching, “sarcastically” making out that you want to take me to bed, hm? What’s with all that shit if you don’t feel anything more than platonic with me. You refrain yourself from feeling anything more towards me because your scared. Your fucking scared about your reputation and your image, your a coward. And it may be harsh to hear the truth, but you’ve had years to sort your shit out and I’m done being a toy in your games. When you’ve figured yourself out, come find me, until then, quit it with the teasing”
Liam finished, and with one last lingering glare to the man he turned and reached for the door handle, ready to leave. Zayn watched his retreating back with his mind going a mile a minute, the battle in his head reeling. But he couldn’t hold back anymore. Everything that Liam had just said registered in his mind and it all suddenly made sense. Liam was right. He was right about everything. He was too stuck up his own arse to give a shit about Liam’s feelings and in the process almost lost the one thing that actually mattered to him. That being the man that was just about to walk away.
So, he made his decision.
“Wait!” Zayn called and fumbled to grab Liam’s arm. Once he did he pulled the man towards him with all the strength he had and crashed their lips together in a hot, messy kiss full of passion and desperation.
Liam felt like he was flying. For a moment he hadn’t returned the kiss, to surprised to even register what was going on. But once he did his heart was soaring as he returned the kiss with just as much passion and hunger.
He pushed Zayn against the wall once again, never breaking their lips apart as they fit with one another perfectly. Once against the wall Liam placed his hands next to Zayn’s head, trapping the man in his place as Zayn wrapped his own around Liam’s neck.
It was all Liam had been thinking about since they reunited. All he wanted to do, all he wanted to feel. And it finally happened. Zayn had finally grew a pair and initiated what Liam could have only dreamed off for the past few months. And to say to was worth the wait would be an understatement; it was perfect.
They could have stayed like this all day, but a familiar, angry voice boomed from the room next door, causing the two men to break apart with a start, eyes wide and confused.
“Get the fuck out of here now before I do something I’ll regret!”
It was Harry. And god help anyone who angers harry styles.
The man may be the sweetest, kindest man on the planet, but if you anger him, run for the fucking hills.
All the lads knew that harry was by far the scariest one of them when he was pissed off. Which was strange as he is also the loveliest, but there was just no denying the fact, so that’s why the two rushed out fo the room in a hurry to figure out what the fuck was going on.
“I’m not going to tell you again, get the fuck out of here right now before I make you!” Harry screamed, and Liam and Zayn knew exactly what the reason was for his outburst.
Stood in the doorway was Simon, accompanied by Eleanor Calder.
“Now now Harry, this isn’t any way to treat your guests is it?” Simon asked in a cocky tone, gesturing between him and Eleanor who looked between awkward and smug.
“I honestly couldn’t give a flying fuck about how to treat the likes of you. Now get the fuck out, or do I need to repeat myself for a fourth time to your pathetic ass” Harry sassed, standing in front of Louis who was gripping at his shoulder looking like a scared but angry kitten.
“I’m not leaving styles, Louis had some unfinished business with Eleanor here” Simon stated, infuriating harry even more of that was even possible.
“Oh please. You think I’m gonna let my boyfriend anywhere near that bitch again. No way, not after she kissed him without permission. No, fucking, way” Harry said with a laugh, seeming to find Simons statement hilarious.
“She only tried to kiss the fag out of him” Simon said nonchalantly, and that was the final straw for Harry.
Harry clenched his fists at his sides as he strode up to Simon, ready to pounce, but before he could act on his intentions he was held back by Louis and the other lads.
“Get the fuck off me or I swear to god” Harry breathed out, struggling against the hold on him as he watched Simon smirk at the situation.
“Harry just calm down babe, I know your angry but this won’t fix anything, I swear” Louis said desperately as he made his way around to the front of harry, looking him in the eyes as he cupped his cheeks, trying to calm him down, the roles seeming to have changed from earlier on.
“Louis he’s had it coming for years now, just fucking let go” Harry sneered, the fury above all other emotions and clouding his mind.
“No. I’m not letting you get yourself into trouble over his pathetic ass. He’s not bloody worth it, just calm down and we can get security to escort them out” Louis reasoned, never once letting go of his face.
Harry hesitated for a moment before his shoulders slumped and he visibly relaxed, the lads finally letting go after another minute of hesitation.
The room was tense and silent, nobody dared to move or speak up as harry grabbed a water bottle and downed the contents, not facing any of them. The lads were concerned, Eleanor was shaken and Simon looked like he had just watched coronation street. Typical.
“I’ll say it once more. Get the fuck out of this room” Harry said in an eerily calm tone, still not facing the man.
“Fine, we’ll leave, but you better get your shit together because if you ever try to lay a hand on me again, I’ll be sure to press legal charges. And Louis, you’ve got another stunt next week, I’ll email you the details” Simon said smugly before he held the door open for Eleanor and left after her, leaving the silent room once again.
“Well, that was a shit show wasn’t it” Niall finally said, trying to ease the tension, which he successfully did as the lads broke out into a fit of laughter. All but Harry.
Louis noticed his boyfriends deflated posture, who was now sat on the sofa staring at the ground, as if trapped in his own head. He frowned and sat down next to him, causing harry to look up with a sad expression.
“It’ll get better, I promise” Louis said softly, pulling harry into his side to comfort him.
“I hope your right” Harry mumbled back, mulling over the eventful day.
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Author notes:
I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Finally got some Ziam in here, whoop whoop!
I’m still confused by this notification thing, please let me know here if you got the notification for the last chapter or not.
Also, on my profile I’ve made an announcement regarding my next fic after reunion, if you could I’d love it if you go vote on which idea you would prefer. They’re only vague descriptions as of now but once I have all the votes when reunion is finished I can post the full versions. Whilst your at it, follow my profile so that you won’t miss out on any future announcements.
Love you all xxx
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