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Zayn spent the entire weekend with Liam. The pair didn’t really leave the bedroom those two days. And when Zayn left Sunday morning Liam was a bit sad. He knew it was odd, to be feeling so strong toward Zayn when they haven’t even been dating for so long. But Zayn is perfect in Liam’s eyes. And so yeah, he misses Zayn.
It’s the mid afternoon when Paul comes back. He looks tired, but Liam doesn’t care. He hugs Paul tightly, not missing the sharp intake of breath from the older man. Liam leads Paul to the sofa and sits down next to him.
“What happened?” Liam whispers and Paul sighs, leaning back into the cushions.
“Went to talk to the sources that saw the ships. They were friendly. A little to friendly and I should have known…” Paul trails shaking his head.
“Paul?”
“They were being controlled by a few Zodian.” And this time Liam drew in a sharp breath, hands beginning to shake.
“Paul! You should have called me! I would have came and helped you!” Liam stands from the sofa and begins pacing the floor.
“I’m fine. It was just two of them. And they were young. Inexperienced. Easy kills.”
“Then why are you in so much pain?” Liam cocks an eyebrow and Paul groans.
“Alright so maybe they weren’t so easy but I took them out. And stop worrying about me. What we need to worry about is you.”
Liam stops pacing and sits back down. He places his hands on his knees and stares at Paul waiting for him to finish speaking.
“The Zodian are here Liam. And they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. They are spread throughout the country and apparently more are coming. I don’t… We can keep training, but I don’t know what to do…” Paul sighs and Liam nods.
“So we train. We train everyday. And I get stronger and if a Zodian comes into town I can take them out like how you did.”
“You’re not understanding.” Paul speaks and Liam shakes his head.
“What do you mean? This is what I was sent here to do. I was sent to earth to train and get stronger so I can go and destroy the Zodian race. That’s my whole purpose. They’ve just made it easier on me because now they are here.” Liam shrugs and Paul glares at him.
“You sound foolish right now!” He yells and Liam jumps back slightly. “I only had to face two of them! You will have to face dozens, even hundreds! And that’s just the beginning. More are coming. I don’t know when or how but they are and you’re not ready Liam.”
“I am ready Paul.”
“Has the chest opened for you yet?” Paul questions and Liam looks away. “See.”
“So what if that damned chest hasn’t opened. It doesn’t matter. If I have to fight then I will fight.”
“It’s not just fighting Liam. It’s not just about strength! It’s mental ability as well.” Paul pokes at his own head, staring at Liam. “You are in the mindset of a warrior.”
“Why is that a bad thing?”
“You need to be in the mindset of our people. You need to be able to take in all your elements. Your surroundings and figure out a strategy that works for you.” Paul rubs the bridge of his nose. “You’re not ready Liam and I just… I don’t know what I should do.”
“Well apparently you can’t do anything and I’m going to die.” Liam stands from the sofa and walks up to his bedroom slamming the door.
He waits to hear Paul’s footsteps. But hears nothing but silence on the outside of his door. Liam silently nods and walks over to his bed. He lays down and faces the chest that is still snug in the corner of his room.
Liam ignores the phone calls and text messages from Zayn. He doesn’t really feel like talking to anyone. He skips dinner that night and when he wakes up the next morning he moves slow. His head feels heavy and his feet feel as if they are covered in cement. Paul doesn’t speak to him much. Only an ‘I will see you after school’ as Liam is getting out of the car and walking to the school. He gives Paul a slight head nod.
Liam’s day passes by slowly. He feels as though he’s been at school all day and it’s only been two class periods. He walks into his third class of the day, and tosses his bag on his desk. He sits down and rests his head on his hand. This class goes by with his teachers voice slowly putting him to sleep. That is until he hears it.
“Liam.”
The only problem is he doesn’t know the voice and fuck he can’t open his eyes. It’s pitch black wherever he his and he’s scared. He can’t even feel his own body.
“Liam!” The voice roars again and Liam jumps, a whimper leaving his mouth.
“Oh poor baby Liam. No mommy or daddy to save you. C’mon Liam look at me! Liam! Liam! Liam!”
“Liam!” Another voice breaks his moment and Liam’s eyes snap open to be met with his teacher’s. “Mr. Payne?”
But Liam doesn’t say anything. He grabs his things and walks out of the classroom. He finds the nearest restroom and walks in. He doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him. When he gets in the bathroom he looks at himself in the mirror, his eyes slightly red from the tears he’s holding back. His hair disheveled and his cheeks flushed. He breathes hard and looks down in the sink, and when he feels a hand on his shoulder he pushes the person away out of fear.
“Fuck! I’m sorry Zayn!” He speaks fast as he helps his boyfriend off the tiled bathroom floor.
“It’s alright. Shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” Zayn laughs lightly and Liam nods his head a little. “So I didn’t hear from you yesterday.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. Paul got back and he and I talked and stuff.” Liam bites his upper lip and Zayn nods slowly.
“What’s up babe?” Zayn whispers, cupping Liam’s face in his hands. “You look like you’ve been having a long day? You look tired.”
And Zayn rubs Liam’s cheek and Liam’s slight smile falters and he lets a tear slip down his cheek because yeah Zayn is perfect. But he isn’t. He’s an alien. An alien that could die at any second. Zayn rubs Liam’s tears away, but keeps his face in his hands.
“I just… I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and I-I don’t know what to do about it.” Liam cries and Zayn nods, pulling Liam into a hug.
They stay like this. Liam clutching onto Zayn’s back, while Zayn pets his hair, soothing him to the best of his ability. Neither of them speak for a while. That is until Liam stops crying and Zayn pulls him back up, starring Liam dead in the eyes with a sad smile.
“You can give some of that weight to me and we can share it yeah? In this together. Me and you. I’m not going anywhere.” And Liam starts to cry again, because Zayn is beautiful.
Inside and out. And it’s too much for him. He doesn’t understand why Zayn hasn’t ran for the hills yet. Why he’s still here for Liam, regardless of what Liam is and what he has to do. He smiles at Zayn and kisses him. And the kiss is salty because of all the tears, but neither of them mind. Because they have each other.
Liam goes through the rest of his classes, ignoring the weird stares from his classmates. He eats lunch with Zayn, Niall, and Louis. And he’s starting to feel better. By the time the day ends he’s alright again. That is until Zayn asks him that question as they are parting in the school.
“Well?” Zayn folds his arms across his chest, and Liam rubs the back of his neck.
“What was the question again?”
“When are you going to tell Paul about us and when can I meet him?” Zayn raises an eyebrow and Liam groans.
“Soon. Ok? I just have to… Let him know easy. He can be a bit impulsive.”
“Alright. I’m holding you to it Payne. And call me later. I don’t want to seem like the clingy one that always calls you.” Zayn chuckles and gives Liam a long kiss.
“Ok. I got to go.”
“Talk to you later.” Zayn waves and walks away.
Liam walks out of the school and to Paul’s car. The two drive back to the house and Liam can’t help but get an odd vibe. He looks around the front yard and doesn’t see anything. When they get out of the car, Paul is still silent. Liam follows Paul into the home and sees boxes. Some already marked and taped up and he understands.
“No.” He spits and Paul sighs.
“Now Liam…”
“No, I’m not leaving.” Liam shuts the front door, locking it with his mind.
“This is the only thing I can think of! We can go to the states yeah? Might be nice.”
“I’m not going anywhere Paul.” And Liam tosses a taped box to the stairs with his mind and Paul glares at him.
“I’m trying to help you!”
“You’re trying to help yourself! You’re afraid and I am too, but running doesn’t stop the problem from coming.”
“Will you just go upstairs and pack.”
“I don’t think you understand that I’m not leaving!” And Liam doesn’t mean to, but everything in the living room hits the ceiling and Paul jumps a little.
“What’s gotten into you? You’ve never questioned our moving before… It’s that human isn’t it?” He speaks and Liam drops everything from the ceiling, avoiding Paul’s gaze. “It is. After I told you to stay away from him.”
“I couldn’t! He’s… Different. And I really like him Paul! And he doesn’t care about what I am…”
“What you are… He knows what you are Liam!” Paul’s face goes red and Liam nods sheepishly.
“It just happened and I’m not leaving. You can leave and I will do this by myself. But I’m not leaving. I like it here. I love it here. And I really like Zayn and I’m not leaving him. Not when he refuses to give up on me.” Liam speaks firmly and Paul nods slowly, shutting his eyes and letting out a sigh.
“Fine then. Since you wanna stay here then unpack all of these boxes.” He speaks and Liam smiles. “And put the living room back in order. And we will train everyday.” He raises his finger and Liam hugs him.
“Ok. Ok. Ok! Thank you Paul!” He grins and Paul laughs.
“Yeah, yeah. Fix all of this then go get changed so we can train.”
Liam does. He unpacks everything within ten minutes and rearranges the living room and it looks good again. He walks up to his room and sees that the chest is glowing. He walks over to it, and touches the lock causing the lid to spring open.
“Uh Paul!” Liam yells and Paul runs up to his room.
“What?”
Liam looks from the chest, to Paul with a smile on his face.
“I think I’m ready.”
(A/N Whaoo the chest is open!!!!!! Ahaha!! What do you all think? Drop a comment, vote, share, and all that other shizz!! Love ya! Xx)
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