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“P-Paul.” Liam stuttered staring at the man by his bedroom door. “I can explain.”
“Oh please do Liam.” Paul sneers. “Because I’d love to know your explanation on sneaking out of the house. And when you’re grounded nonetheless.”
“I had a date.” Liam mumbles looking down at his shoes, refusing to make eye contact with his caretaker.
“A date?” Paul asks and Liam nods slightly. “You skip class! You sneak out the the house! What’s next Liam?”
“It was important to me!” Liam yelled and he and Paul glare at one another.
“Well you’re important to me.” Paul sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Did you know that when I came up here and saw you were nowhere to be found I literally felt my heart stop. I was worried sick about you.”
“I’m fine.” Liam grumbles and sits on his bed, running his fingers through his hair.
“You’re right. And since I tend to forget that you are a ‘super powerful alien’, I will be taking your phone.” Paul sticks out his hand and Liam’s mouth drops.
“What?”
“Your phone. Now.” He demands and Liam rolls his eyes, handing Paul his phone. “You will be grounded for another two weeks.”
“Two weeks! Seriously Paul?”
“Yes. I was coming up to your room tonight to take you off of punishment. I thought you had behaved so well this week that it would be alright if you weren’t grounded anymore, but obviously I was wrong.” Paul speaks shrugging, placing Liam’s phone in his pocket.
“Is there anything else?” Liam spits and Paul nods, folding his arms across his chest.
“You will stop talking to that human.”
“What! No!” Liam stands from the bed, but Paul doesn’t move.
“He’s a bad influence on you and a distraction. So yes you will stop speaking to him. Is that clear?” Pauls asks but Liam doesn’t answer, he just glares and bites his lips pushing back the tears. “I said…”
“I heard you the first time.” Liam spits and Paul nods, turning towards the door. “You are supposed to be my caretaker, and yet you are taking away one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.” Liam’s voice is hushed but he knows Paul heard him.
“One day you will understand my reasonings Liam.” Paul sighs opening the door. “One day.”
Liam took Paul’s orders. That Monday at school he avoided Zayn. He didn’t sit with the three boys at lunch. Instead he would sit outside. He stopped talking again. Keeping to himself most of the time. It sucks. And even though he hasn’t known them for long, Liam misses it. Misses Louis overly sexualy comments. Niall’s loud laugh. And Zayn… Well he just misses Zayn.
But he knows Paul would flip if he found out he was speaking to Zayn. Probably so much to where he would force Liam to up and move. But Liam doesn’t want that. He’s starting to settle in to this small town of Bradford. And yeah, he does kind of like it. So if not speaking to Zayn, is the only way he can stay around Zayn, he will do it.
It’s been a week since Liam started avoiding Zayn. It’s Wednesday now and he’s sitting outside the cafeteria. Book in hand, leaning against a tree. He’s not really paying attention to the book, but it makes him look less awkward if he looks like he’s brushing up on some studies. Liam sighs when a shadow blocks his sunlight. He looks up to see a tall, lanky figure standing in front of him.
“Liam!” Harry grins, and Liam just stares at him with no emotional expression. “Harry. Harry Styles. Remember?” Harry speaks and Liam nods.
“Yeah, I remember you.”
“Mind if I sit down next to you?” Harry sits, anyway before Liam can even answer him.
“Sure.” Liam mutters and Harry chuckles.
“So why aren’t you sitting with your boyfriend? You two fighting or something?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Is all Liam says because, he thinks, who the fuck is Harry? And why does he feel the need to know anything about Liam and Zayn at all.
“Oh.” Harry responds and Liam looks at him.
Actually looks at Harry. Takes in all of his physical features. Other than his bright green eyes, some what curly brown hair and dimple piercings. He takes in the mole Harry has on the left side of his cheek. How perfectly straight the bridge of his nose is.
“You know if you take a picture it will last a hell of a lot longer.” Harry chuckles and Liam looks away quickly. “Oh I was just joking Liam.”
“Yeah.” Liam responds shortly and this time when he looks at Harry, he reads his mind.
Or at least tries to. He tilts his head to the side and continues to stare at Harry, avoiding how the green eyed boy is staring back at him. He can’t get anything, and even if he assumes the boy is an idiot he should still have some thoughts. Liam exhales through his nose and keeps trying to get something out of Harry’s mind, but keeps coming up with absolute silence.
Liam looks around the courtyard and spots a group of kids. He zeroes in on them and can hear every last thing they are thinking. He can’t help but think how they all need a new batch of friends with all the rude things they are thinking about each other. He looks back at Harry, who only has a confused smile on his face. Liam stands quickly and grabs his things.
“You alright there Li?” Harry asks and Liam stops moving, glaring down at Harry.
“Don’t call me that.” He spits and Harry raises an eyebrow confused at Liam’s erratic behaviour.
But Liam doesn’t like that. Doesn’t like that Harry tries to give him a nickname. Doesn’t like that the nickname is the same one Zayn uses. He also doesn’t like that he can’t read Harry’s thoughts. He doesn’t understand it either. Liam has been reading minds since the age of eleven. And now all of a sudden Harry comes along and throws everything off balance.
The bell rings as Liam is making his way into the school building. He goes through his next two class periods as always. Bored and ready to leave. When he exits the school he sees Paul’s car waiting for him. He slides in the passenger seat and sighs.
“What is it?” Paul questions with concern laced in his voice.
“There’s this kid at my school and I tried to read his mind but it didn’t work. I could read everyone elses mind but his.” Liam notices Paul tense slightly.
“Well maybe he’s an idiot.” Paul forces a laugh, but Liam doesn’t reciprocate it.
“What does it mean?” Liam speaks and Paul shrugs.
“Honestly, I don’t know Liam.”
Liam doesn’t know what brought him here. To the stone graffiti clad wall that’s behind the bleachers of the football field. The same wall that he and Zayn skipped class by. Maybe it’s the fact that he misses Zayn. Or the fact that he doesn’t want to run into Harry again. Either way he’s here. Sitting against the wall with his headphones in.
Paul gave him his phone back, the day he told him about Harry. Something about wanting Liam to be safe and to check in at all times, or something like that. Liam kind of tuned Paul out after he got his phone back. He had way too many missed calls and text messages from Zayn, and he felt bad. Felt as though he should have maybe just told Zayn the situation (or at least the half truth of the situation) so he wouldn’t be so confused and hurt. Liam sighs and rests his head upon the wall, shutting his eyes.
It’s a beam of light followed by a loud crashing noise that causes Liam to jump and open his eyes. He sees that he’s no longer by the graffiti wall outside his school. Instead he’s sitting on the dusty brown ground of his home planet.
Another beam of light and Liam slowly stands. His knees are shaking, not understanding what is going on. A loud cry erupts from his side and he sees a woman crying holding in her arms an older gentleman who is definitely dead. A loud blast goes off and Liam ducks, looking around before running. The air is thick, filled with smoke and ash. He remembers this scene. Well some of this scene. He keeps running until his feet stop. He looks to his right and sees two people. A man and a woman. They are on their knees, with blood trickling down the sides of their faces. Their hands are chained behind their backs. He feels his heart clench and his throat close. His eyes water and he tries to step forward but his body won’t move.
“Mom! Dad!” He yelled and to his surprise they look at him.
His mother gives him a tearful smile and his dad a simple head nod. Liam shakes his head holding his arms out trying to get to his parents. Then Liam sees it. A large man. Probably over seven foot tall. He has a form of armor on and a long blade, with electric looking currents running along the edges. The man walks up to Liam’s parents, holding the blade proudly. Liam screams as he watches the soldier of some sort slash his parents throats in one swift motion. He watches with tears streaming down his face as their bodies go limp and slump to the ground.
“No!” He yelled.
Finally able to move his feet, Liam runs up to him. Fists already balled. He pulls his hand back, only to be lifted in the air. The soldier holds Liam’s body up, without touching him. Liam can feel his neck being squeezed and his circulation being cut off. He coughs and the man chuckles darkly, before removing the mask that was on his face. Liam gasps at the shade of the man’s eyes. They are the same shade as Harry’s.
“Liam!” Someone screams and Liam jolts up.
He looks around his surroundings, seeing that he’s back by the wall. He starts crying. Uncontrollably. He wraps his arms around his knees and brings them to his chest. He sobs, not caring that his jeans are getting wet. He had literally just watched his parents get murdered right in front of his eyes. Liam had forgotten there was someone else there with him, until he felt a touch on his arm. He looks up, only to be met with a pair of golden amber eyes.
“Liam…”
“Go away Zayn.” Liam grits out, wiping his slowly stopping tears, away.
“Liam what…”
“Seriously Zayn, leave me alone.” Liam stands, grabbing his things and going to walk away, but Zayn tugs on his arm.
“No. Talk to me!” Zayn actually raises his voice and Liam has never heard Zayn speak like that before. “You’ve been avoiding me for the past week! Then I show up to my wall and see you crying on the ground!” Zayn breathes loudly through his mouth trying to calm himself down. “Just… Talk to me.”
“I can’t.” Liam’s voice is still hard and distant.
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t.” He growls, but Zayn doesn’t make a move to back down which is only angering Liam more.
“Liam.” Zayn speaks, just as harshly and Liam snaps.
He grabs Zayn, by the waist and slams him into the wall. Not as hard as he could, because then he’d kill Zayn. But enough to hurt him pretty bad. Zayn winces and Liam glares at him. Their faces inches apart, breathes mixing and hearts beating rapidly. Zayn tries to shift out of Liam’s grasps, but Liam holds him there. Pinning him to the wall that Zayn vandalized.
“Li…” Zayn breathes out, before Liam crashes his lips to his.
He keeps his hands on Zayn’s waist, gripping tighter. Zayn groans and wraps his hands around Liam’s neck. This kiss isn’t like their first one. It’s not sweet. But anger filled. Both boys trying to outdo the other. Liam’s tongue massages Zayn’s and Zayn moans, gripping Liam’s hair. Zayn nips on Liam’s bottom lip, when Liam pulls away. He stares down at Zayn, who looks like he’s in a daze, and he feels horrible. So horrible for what he’s about to do.
He steps away from Zayn. Liam reaches down and grabs his bag slinging it over his shoulder. He takes one more look at Zayn and he thinks. And fuck Liam should really stop thinking when it comes to Zayn, because he never thinks rationally when it comes to Zayn. He was going to do it. Honestly. He was going to erase Zayn’s memory of all this. Of Liam crying. Of the kiss. But then Zayn is looking up at him through his lashes and he has a slight smirk on his face. And Liam can’t do it. So instead he grips the shoulder of his bag tighter and sighs.
“I can’t see you anymore.” And with that he walks away from Zayn, ignoring the calls the bradford born lad makes.
(A/N Sorry for the late updaye but I hope it was worth the wait!!!! What do you all think?!?!? Drop a comment, vote, share and all that other shizz!! Xx)
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